iCabin
I in no way own iCarly… at ALL
Chapter 3: What a sight!
Carly's POV:
Me and Spencer finished up the crumbling stair case (without ANY help from my two best friends who abandoned us to go walking on the beach, which, by the way, what is that about?!?). It was kinda cool learning some construction skills; I did pretty good (which is impressive considering my hatred of dust).
Spencer got up to the top and tied the rope, we found out steps 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, and 11 were okay to step on, the others Spencer proved unsafe by crashing right through. The 5 to 8 jump and the 11 to the top were the widest, but still manageable. The rope helped a lot. It's almost like rock-climbing every time we need to get up stairs.
Turns out the upstairs were just two rooms and a bathroom. So we decided to have a girls room and a guys room.
When we called the job done, as if right on cue, Sam came stomping back in.
"Ooh, looks like we did a good job!" Sam admired the staircase.
"We?" I place my hand on my hip and puckered my lips like I had just sucked a lemon.
"Sorry Carls, I had an emergency…"
"What emergency?" I asked, not buying it for a second.
"Well… I almost had to build a staircase!" I laughed at my lazy best friend, but it was soon interrupted by Spencer's wailing.
"CARLY! HELP ME!" he hollered. It was a funny sight. Spencer had crashed through the stairs again (probably when he was coming down) and he had his head, upper chest, arms, and one leg sticking out as he squirmed.
Sam's POV:
I watched Carly place her dainty little outfits into the top two drawers of the dresser, making sure there was a separate section for each type of clothing. I, on the other hand, stuffed all I could into one drawer after she convinced me I couldn't leave them on the floor.
After Carly finished with the organizing she rubbed her hands together and gazed at her work, sometimes I wonder what's wrong with that girl…
"So…" she turned to me, smiling suspiciously "how was your afternoon…?" she waggled her eyebrows as if she was saying she already knew.
"Um, fine." I replied sharply, but knew that wasn't enough to get her to stop making that face.
"You and Freddie both came in soaked, what happened there?" she was smiling even wider now, and winking… uh, this girl could get annoying.
"What are you implying?!?" I decided to cut to the chase.
"You and Freddie… ya know… hittin' it off" She nudged me playfully.
"Um, noooooo… no, no, NO. Me and that nub? *psh* no." I felt my throat close up a little, I got up and walked away, avoiding eye contact. I had been feeling some weird things towards that dork lately, and I wasn't ready to talk about it to myself yet, so I wasn't about to talk about it to Carly!
"You don't think you might like hi—" she started.
"No." I cut it off.
"Not even a lit—"
"No."
"But just now, you tw—"
"No."
"You sound like a broken record Sam!" Carly was frustrated, putting me back into power, I liked having power.
"It's not like that at all Carls. Now, can we drop it? I gotta go change." I picked up my PJs and escaped out the door before she could answer.
I sighed with relief and stomped off towards the only bathroom.
I was so scrambled in thoughts about Freduchini that I didn't hear the sound of the shower already going as I swung open the door to find HIM there. Freddie, showering, nude. (Okay, there was a towel on the shower door, so I didn't see anything THAT bad). I froze. My heart did a flip-flop. I really didn't know what to do in this situation. He was so… not how I thought he would look. He had muscles, not gross body-builder muscles, but still muscles. I couldn't process this, my mind was reeling. This did not look like a dork to me, at least no normal dork. This was a Freddork.
Then I realized I had better get out of there, now. He was too busy singing off key and scrubbing his bare toned chest to notice me. I swiftly closed the door, as quietly as I could, and backed away from the scene of the crime.
My hand went to my mouth, my eyes were wide. I looked like a deer caught in the head-lights. I let out the breath I had been holding the whole time and sank to the floor.
If I thought I was thinking about Freddie a lot before I REALLY was now! Ooh… he looked good. Damn good.
