Ok, here comes the 3rd (And last) chapter, please leave a review!
No, I still don't own iCarly :(
Carly's POV:
Just as I sat down on a beanbag , I heard Spencer coming in downstairs.
'I'm home!' , he called from the kitchen.
Right, I thought to myself, I could maybe get away with not telling him… Oh, maybe Freddie would tell him for me? Actually, that would just be torturing Freddie. Eughh, I'm going to have to tell him myself.
I started planning what I was going to say in my head over and over. It would have been way easier if Spencer was a sensible and mature adult, still even I can't say I hate him being like he is, goofy and childlike. That's just him.
Ok, I thought as I started walking down the stairs, he must of expected it, right? I mean , I'm 14 , that's pretty late, especially since Sam started at 11.
Freddie and Sam followed me down, probably as a backup in case Spencer totally freaked out.
'Hey Spence' , I said trying to act casual.
Freddie went and got some peppi-cola and Sam rummaged through the fridge to find some ham, obviously keeping out the way the both headed to sit down on the sofa. This is just a random thought but they would make a pretty cute couple…Yep, Sam would kill me if I told her that….
Anyway, Spencer said hey and continued organising the bottles he had found at the junk yard with Socko onto the kitchen table.
'Erm, Spence, can I tell you something… Promise you won't freak out or anything..'
'Go on then kiddo ' , he said looking up.
I hate it when I calls me that, I'm 14!
'Well…' , I started, In the corner of my eye I saw my two friends look over anxiously. Well, when I say that I mean Sam, Freddie just looked downright embarrassed and he hadn't stopped blushing since he first pointed it out.
'Spence, I kinda… well, started my … er … period', I stammered. I saw both Sam and Freddie cringe, waiting for his reaction.
Spencer just stared at my for like 10 seconds.
Wait, did he even know what a period was?
Crap, this was awkward.
Suddenly, he smiled at me and said, 'awww, my little sisters all grown up!'
At least he had taken it well, that was a relief.
Then he looked embarrassed again , 'Do you need me to go buy some tampons for you?'
'No, I'm good, Mrs Benson gave me a load of them'.
Spencer then turned round and carried on with his bottle sorting, so I just headed back upstairs with Sam, and we started chatting like nothing had happened. Trailing behind them was Freddie, officially traumatised.
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