iCarly: The Kids Aren't Alright
A Fanfiction by L-Space
Author's Note: iStill can't believe iDon't own iCarly. I know I rated this story T, and it's getting there. iPromise! Please enjoy and review!
Chapter Three: iParty Hard
"I don't think that's a good idea, Carly."
"Please, Spencer? I'll do anything!" Carly bounced on the couch next to Spencer, who was trying to watch television. "Come on!"
"Give me one good reason why I should let you throw a party here this weekend?" Spencer asked, turning his attention away from the screen.
"Because you love parties." Carly raised an eyebrow.
Spencer took a deep breath. "That, I do. What do we need?" Carly beamed at her brother.
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"Spencer's actually going to let you have a party?" Sam asked.
"Yes!" Carly squealed. She posted a green flyer to the student bulletin board. "And the whole junior class is invited."
"All of them?" Sam asked, pointing towards Freddie's locker. As Carly looked over, she saw that Freddie had Emma pinned to his locker and they were kissing in a way that seemed like it was going to go one step further at any second. Sam gave her a questioning glance.
Carly cringed as she saw Freddie's hand go lower and lower on Emma's side, but still answered, "Yes. All of them." She tore her eyes away from the horrific public display of affection and headed for the classroom.
"How long are you going to be in denial?" Sam said, following Carly into their government class. Carly was clearly ignoring her and pretended to be interested in Chapter Twelve: The Branches of Government. "Hello?" Sam said loudly, slamming the text book shut.
"Ow!" Carly cried. "That used to be my hand!"
"How long are you going to be in denial?" Sam repeated.
Carly dropped her gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about." She was grateful when Mrs. Roberts entered the room and began the lesson.
Sam didn't give up so easily. As soon as the lecture started, she grabbed her note book and ripped out a piece of paper. She spent a few minutes scribbling on it before folding it hastily and tossing it onto Carly's desk.
So? How long are you going to keep denying that you are in love with Freddie?
Carly glanced at Sam, who wasn't even pretending to listen to the teacher. She stared back down at the note. The words "in love with Freddie" popped out at her. She grabbed for her pen and replied.
I am not in love with Freddie. I just don't want to see him get hurt.
A few minutes after giving the note to Sam, she got it back.
You and I both know that he'd rather be with you.
Carly didn't respond. If that were true, she thought, he wouldn't look so happy with her. She couldn't pay attention to the rest of the lesson and nearly fell out of her desk when the bell rang. She and Sam walked to the cafeteria quietly.
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Sam came home with Carly, like she did every other day. While they were at school, Spencer had gone out and bought party decorations, which were now strewn across the apartment. "What happened in here?" Carly asked.
"It looks like a piñata threw up on your couch." Sam answered.
"Gross." Carly replied. They set their backpacks on the counter as Carly went to the fridge to get snacks. "Woah." The fridge was filled to the brim with sodas, snacks and on the very bottom shelf, Carly could see alcohol.
"So, I see you found your party favors." Spencer said, suddenly appearing at her side.
"Spencer, what's with the alcohol?" Carly asked. "You don't drink."
Spencer looked at the many flavors of Smirnoff and then back at Carly. "Yeah, those are for you."
"What?!" Both girls exclaimed.
"Well, I thought that since you guys were growing up and wanted a party, I presumed you would have tried to sneak alcohol in anyway. So I just bought it for you." Spencer explained.
"Sweet." Sam said. "You got the best big brother ever, Carls."
"So, we can really drink that?" Carly asked Spencer. He nodded. "And you won't be mad?" He shook his head. Sam grinned. "I think we got ourselves a party."
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That Saturday, Carly and Sam rushed to decorate the apartment. "I think Spencer went overboard with the décor." Carly joked.
"I know." Sam agreed. "No drunken idiot is going to stand here and admire the streamers and balloons. All they're thinking is 'Where's the toilet?'" The girls laughed. "So, are you really okay with Freddie and Emma?"
"Why does this always come up?" Carly asked, exasperated. "Yes. I am fine with Freddie dating whoever he chooses. And no, I am not in love with him." Sam rolled her eyes and nodded.
Within hours, the room transformed into the ultimate party zone. Spencer had replaced all the light bulbs with black lights and brought down the strobe light from the studio. They had orange streamers hanging from anywhere within reach and the island in the kitchen was decked out with snacks. "Nice job, Carly Shay."
"Not so bad of a job yourself, Samantha." Carly replied. "People will be arriving soon. Wanna start the music?" Sam picked up the stereo remote and the room filled with the sound of the bass thumping.
Guests arrived in floods. Every student in the junior class seemed to be present, much to Carly's enjoyment. With that many people at her house, she would be distracted from the Freddie situation. Luckily, Sam didn't seem to have figured that part of the plan out yet. Carly made her way through the crowd and to the fridge where she grabbed herself a green apple Smirnoff. As she popped off the cap and took a sip, she noticed that Sam had found someone to occupy herself with, which added to Carly's enjoyment.
The students were so mashed together; it was hard to tell who was dancing with whom. None of them seemed to mind either way. The music faded from heavy bass to hypnotic trance and even to the occasional slow song. Most of the boys decided to take a break and grab drinks during the slow songs, which left the girls to dance among themselves. During one of the breaks, Sam managed to grab hold of Carly and drag her to the middle of the mosh. "Are you not even going to ask Freddie to dance?" She asked over the music.
"Why would I?" Carly asked. "He's dancing with his girlfriend. I don't want to interrupt."
"You're his friend, Carls." Sam insisted. "She can't tell him not to dance with his best friend." Despite Sam's many attempts, Carly refused to make eye contact yet again. "Carly, if you like him, you need to let him know. He's liked you for years."
"I know that. It's just…"
"You don't want him to think you like him just because he's got a girlfriend?" Sam finished for her. Carly fought not to twitch as Sam had guessed exactly what she was thinking. She has that annoying gift, Carly thought as she walked back into the kitchen.
A few Smirnoff's later, Carly had forgotten all about her previous conversation with Sam. She jumped onto the coffee table as Time is Running Out by The Muse came on, grabbing the microphone to her karaoke machine and sang along. She got a lot of wolf whistles from the boys as she took off her white Henley and was left wearing a cranberry red spaghetti strap that was very low cut in the chest and barely made it to her belly button.
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Freddie had never had so much to drink in his life, and he was pretty sure Emma was long gone as well. Emma's chocolate brown hair fell from its ponytail and hung lazily about her shoulders. She was wearing a baby blue shirt that didn't cover her shoulders and a lacey black tank underneath. It had taken him five minutes to realize that his hand was securely fastened to the hook of her bra, and hers were in his pant pockets. He grinned at her and she stood on her tiptoes so that she could kiss him along his jaw line. Freddie's body tingled and he could feel the goose bumps rising as she made her way to his ear. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he wanted it just as bad.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" She whispered. Her breath tickled his ear. He looked down at her again, his dark brown eyes met with her pale green ones. He smiled again and lead her out of Carly's living room, looking back to see Carly taking off her grey shirt while she pretended to be a rock star.
They walked across the hall and into Freddie's apartment. He was so glad that his mom had gone on a weekend retreat with one of her many groups. He took Emma into his room and shut the door behind them. As he turned back to face her, she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked as best as he could to his bed and slowly lowered her onto it. Once she was sitting up straight, she ran her hands up Freddie's shirt, encouraging him to take it off. She immediately went for his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the floor.
Freddie knelt on the floor by his bed and helped Emma take off both of her shirts. He reached around her back and fiddled with the clasp of her bra until that, too, came off. He left one hand on her back to help ease her onto the pillows and let the other one drift down towards her Bermuda shorts.
They both laid on Freddie's bed kissing passionately.
