I tried as quickly as I could to cover it up. "I don't know. Spencer makes weird things all of the time. I think it's got something to do with his socks. They have an electrical current, you know."
They seemed to take that as a good enough answer. We rehearsed for iCarly, including our newest segment, "Sculpting Moose Out Of Soap!" Then, during a break, I suddenly had to "go to the bathroom." That's Carly-speak for, "mess with other people's lives." They picked up with their earlier conversation, as if there had been no break.
"So, uh, WHY did you leave me hanging earlier? Freddie asked.
"I did not leave you hanging. I ended the conversation. That's why I said, 'end of discussion.'"
"And then you kissed me." Freddie reminded her.
"Well, yeah. How else was I going to shut you up?"
I shook my head. Sam has plenty of ways to shut Freddie up.
"Well, usually you hit me."
"Would you rather have me hit you than kiss you?" Sam asked. There was that hurt again.
"No...I like the kissing a lot more than the hitting."
She punched him in the arm, softer than normal. "That's my Fredward."
"That's my Sam."
Freddie went and pressed the elevator button. "You coming?"
"Nah. I'm not taking an elevator with your germs on it."
"Allright. Bye."
The doors closed and Freddie was gone. Sam sat down in the big bean bag chair, and started talking to herself under her breath. "His Sam. His Sam."
And then she smiled.
