Sam stopped outside apartment 8=C and knocked on the door before leaning back against the wall and waiting. A minute passed.
"Oh, come on," she muttered to herself. She eyed the lock and briefly considered breaking her way in, but there was a time for lock-picking and now was not it. Instead she moved closer to the door.
"I know you're in there, Carly!" she called. She pressed her ear to the door for a moment and thought she could hear breathing.
"Look, Carls, if you don't wanna let me in, then fine. I get that. If it was me, I'd be just as angry as you are. More, actually, because... well, we both know what I'm like, don't we? We've known each other long enough that I can practically read your thoughts sometimes.
"The thing is, Carly, we both know it's not worth getting this worked up over it. It's not even the first time - hell, it's the same guy as last time, and we still haven't learned from it, no matter what we said. And with me, that's to be expected. I've never been the clever one. I spent my childhood being overshadowed by my smarter twin sister, and then I met you, and we've had that same relationship ever since. It's not a bad thing, of course. I love Melanie, and I love you too. Yeah, you sometimes make me feel dumb, or overly hostile, or whatever, but that's why we work so well together. I'm tough and I can get things done. You're the nice, friendly, smart one. And to be honest, I wouldn't expect you to blow something like this so out of proportion. You're the one who sees when I'm getting too worked up about something and tells me it's no big deal. You're like... you're my conscience. What am I meant to do when I'm competing with you, Carls? It's like I've lost part of myself.
"Look, I haven't come here to gloat, or to lecture you, or anything like that. I just don't think it's worth losing you over some pretty boy. I don't even care about him anymore. All I want is to get my best friend back. I've only had two days with Benson and I'm already sick of him."
She laughed quietly and pressed her ear to the door again.
"Come on, Carly. I made a mistake, and... I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just... I'm sorry." She trailed off and stood up with a sigh.
"If you want to make up, I'll be at the Groovy Smoothie," she called, before turning away and wandering back down the corridor. A part of her imagined that Carly would come running out of the room after her, wanting to make up and be best friends again. But she didn't. The door remained obstinately closed and the corridor remained empty, leaving Sam to trudge down the stairs on her own.

Carly walked into the Bushwell Plaza lobby and was unsurprised to find Lewbert asleep on the job again. She shook her head and made her way to the elevators. A moment later, the doors opened with a ping and she stepped inside, pressing the button for her apartment. The doors slid shut and the room returned to a state of silence. After a few minutes, the echo of footsteps sounded and Sam came down the staircase into the lobby, her head hung low and her feet scuffing the floor. She shot a critical glance at the sleeping Lewbert before pushing open the doors and exiting onto the streets of Seattle.

Gibby strolled through Green Lake Park with a grin on his face. It was a beautiful day; he was on his way to meet Tasha; and, most importantly, he hadn't seen Spencer once. He hoped that meant the rampage of revenge was over, but of course you could never tell with Spencer. Still, Gibby was confident that he was far enough away to keep him safe for the rest of the day.
"Hey, cutie!" Gibby stopped in his tracks and turned his head. A girl waved to him from beside the lake, where she was sat lounging on the grass. He glanced at his watch... yeah, he had time to stop and introduce himself. He straightened his shirt slightly and made his way over to the girl, a friendly smile on his face. She stood up as he approached.
"Hey," he said smoothly. "I'm Gibby."
"Yeah, I know," she replied. "I recognised you from iCarly." She moved closer. "I always thought you were really funny."
Gibby nodded.
"I do what I can," he replied nonchalantly. "So what's your name?"
The girl took a step back and looked over Gibby's shoulder.
"You can call me... Gotcha..." she whispered. Gibby's eyes widened and he felt something ram into his back, sending him flying forward into the lake. He barely had time to hold his breath before the water engulfed him. He bobbed to the surface and gasped for air.
"HA!"
He looked back the girl, who was now joined by Spencer. Both wore grins of triumph on their faces. Gibby groaned and pulled himself back to the edge of the lake as Spencer and the girl high-fived each other.
"Thanks for the help," Spencer said. "Oh, and say hi to Socko from me." The girl nodded and turned away, pausing only to wave mockingly at Gibby before setting off down the path at a run. Spencer, meanwhile, was watching the boy as he emerged from the water.
"How does it feel, huh?" he asked. "Bet you wish you'd been a bit more respectful of other people's stuff, huh?" Gibby didn't reply, but rather ignored him and began trudging away, leaving a trail of water as he did so.
"I told you I'd get revenge!" Spencer shouted after him. "I told you!"