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iFight
Day 3
Waking up after stalking Carly and Freddie on their date, I feel significantly worse. It may be on account of the fact that I guzzled down nearly two large popcorns' and a chocolate bar, but I'm going to say it's because of a broken heart. Which, medically, it's probably a mix of the two.
So, I go on autopilot the rest of the morning until I get to school. I vaguely remember the turkey bacon I made for breakfast, but that's about it. I'm surprised I have on an outfit with matching colors, because I'm no good in the morning and normally I wake up in Carly's apartment, not mine, and she picks out an outfit for me.
Anyway, so I get to school and meet up with Carly and Freddie at Carly's locker.
"Hey guys, how was the movie date?" I ask them, opening my locker. Although I know perfectly well how it went. They cuddled the whole time, then walked home holding hands. I didn't follow them up to the hallway, though, because I was afraid they would kiss before going into their apartments. I don't think I'm ready to see them kiss.
"It was okay," Carly says. I raise an eyebrow. She looked pretty happy last night, not just 'okay'. I decide that she is only trying to protect my feelings, since she knows I'm pretty much against their relationship. Well, not pretty much, I am against it.
"Cool," I say after a minute. Freddie gives me a weird look, like he's trying to decipher what I just said, as if I was talking in code. Hello, Freddork! All I said was cool, and cool pretty much just means cool with me. I'm not clever enough to speak in code, most of the time I'm pretty blunt because I don't really care enough to put what I'm saying into code. It just wastes thinking time that I can spend thinking about something else.
"So, what'd you do last night?" Carly asks me. I feel the rock in my stomach sink down a bit further.
"Uh, I was…" I look around for inspiration and find the poster for the upcoming school dance. Without thinking, I blurt out, "I was thinking about who I'm going to ask to the dance!"
"There's a dance coming up?" Both Carly and Freddie say at the same time. They then look at each other and laugh. I swear, sometimes those two act like twins. And now they're conjoined twins since they are always holding hands.
"Err… yes?" I say, pointing to the poster above some lockers down the hallway. They both turn to look.
"Awesome!" Carly says, then looks at Freddie expecting something. Gee, I wonder what it could be. Freddie's eyes bug out for a second at Carly's half peppy, half needy intensity.
"Do you want to go?" Freddie says, Carly smiles, but says nothing, edging him on. "With me?" He finally adds uncertainly.
"Of course!" Carly says. She looks up to the clock and has a surprised look on her face. "Oh, I've gotta run!" She gives Freddie a quick hug and runs off. Freddie turns to me and raises his eyebrows.
"We're going to the dance together," He tells me cockily. I give him the 'you're-so-stupid' look.
"I was right here the whole time." I say. Freddie smirks.
"I would say that I'm winning."
"You don't know Carly like I do," I tell him. Freddie shrugs and walks off to him next class. I let out a huff and go to my class, too.
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I'm the first one out of class as the bell rings, and I'm not sure how I do it, even though I'm always the first one. My seat is in the back of the classroom, but I always have my stuff ready to go about ten minutes before the bell.
I see a guy I know, that's not horrible looking, and go up to him instantly. He would make a good date for the dance, and that's all I'm thinking about. Because I have to have a date now that I told them that I would have one.
Okay, what do I know about him… I think his name is Mark, he's in my grade, he's super quite… and I think that's about it.
"Hey Mark!" I call out. He looks around until he spots me, then stops so I can catch up to him. When I get to him, he says nothing, waiting for me to talk first.
"Do you want to go with me to the dance?" I ask him. I can hear a bit of dread in my voice as I ask him, which makes a bit of sense. I mean, I don't really want to go with Mark.
His face screws up in a regretful look. "I already asked someone else," He says quietly and simply.
"Who?" I question him. He looks frightened, until a girl comes up to him and gives him a quick hug.
"Hey Mark," She says, smiling.
"I'm going with Stacy," he tells me. I look her over. Stacy is wearing a baby pink top and jeans, with a heart ring on her hand.
I don't say anything, and just walk away. I decide that I don't need Mark, and I'll just get someone else to go with me. So, I stop where I am, cover my eyes and spin with a finger pointed out. I stop spinning a moment later and uncover my eyes to see who my victim is.
Oh my God.
Poor Gibby.
I go up to him, tear him away from his current conversation (literally) and hold him up against the lockers. He looks scared, to say the least.
"Go with me to the dance," I say through gritted teeth.
"Well, um, I-" He starts to sputter.
"Just try to say no to me Gibby. Give it a try and see what will happen," I tell him.
So, your probably wondering why, all of the sudden, I have gone evil-bully-maniac on Gibby. Well, I'm not sure myself. It just happens and I don't really mind it, so I don't stop it.
"I'd love to go with you!" He says suddenly.
"Good." I say with an evil smile. I drop his shirt (because that's what I held on to when I held him against the lockers) as walk away satisfied, knowing that I don't have to lie about not having a date to Carly and Freddie.
And, best of all, that I'm able to get a date, which Freddie seems to think is impossible for me. Let's just push the 'forced' thing out of our minds.
The rest of the day lagged on. I sat with Carly and Freddie at lunch today, because I really didn't want to sit around and gossip about Carly and Freddie with my detention buddies.
So, after school I went to my own house (surprisingly) and watched T.V. in peace. I did go to Carly's house for a while before I decided to come home, and we were watching T.V just like I am now. But I didn't really want to sit through any more of Carly and Freddie cuddling and whispering in each others ear and giggling. Ugh, no. Count me out. So I left and here I am. Watching 'Girly Cow' all on my lonesome.
I watch T.V. for an hour or two more before I decided that it's safe to go back to Carly's house. Freddie's mom probably pulled him home for a tick bath or something lame. So I head out of my apartment complex and walk to Carly's.
While I walk, rain starts to fall lightly, and I groan. Normally I like to rain, but I'm not really in the mood lately. I don't feel like myself.
I feel almost like I'm constantly in a competition with Carly, even more now that she's dating Freddie. We are competing and she always wins. I hate it. Sometimes I'll forget my situation. Sometimes I'm able to have a good time. But not now, with the rain pouring down on me.
I remember that I used to love rain, because it made me feel cleansed and refreshed. I would purposely go and stand in the rain to get that feeling. I half-hope that the feeling will come as I round the corner and see Carly's apartment. But I just feel myself become weighted down and dirty.
I wait outside the doors of the lobby looking in for a moment, the rain pattering on my head. Lewbert is sleeping peacefully, sprawled out on his desk. I smile a bit, the first real smile that I can remember since the beginning of this week.
Just looking at Lewbert, I feel this strange sense of hope. Lewbert is still Lewbert, even if so many things around me are changing, some things will stay the same. I can feel my distorted sense of optimism telling me that this is a sign that my life will be normal again. All I can hope for now is that it will happen soon.
I smile up at the cloudy, raining sky.
I knew the rain wouldn't fail me.
I finally walk inside the lobby, careful not to wake Lewbert, as I walk to the stairs, and climb them up to Carly and Freddie's floor.
I go up to Carly's door and try to turn the handle. Locked. So, instead of knocking like the voice in the back of my head told me I should do, I take a bobby pin out of my hair and begin to pick the lock.
A few moments later, I get the door unlocked and swing it open without hesitation.
"Hey, Carls! I'm-" I start to say, but I stop. Because what I just witnessed going on is a bit startling. Unethical, even.
"Sam?!" Carly says, standing up off the couch.
"Never mind," I quietly and rush out of the entryway, running back down the stairs to the lobby. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.
I didn't just see what I just saw.
I didn't want to see what I just saw.
But I saw it. And it really hurts.
I run out of the lobby, waking up Lewbert in my chaotic run through the complex, then slump against the brick wall outside. I put my head to my knees and let the tears fall.
Why did I have to go and walk in on them making out on the sofa? There is just someone out to get me, and I know it. Is there any other explanation?
But I know that it's not just the kissing that I'm upset about. If Freddie would have kissed anyone else, I don't think that I would be as upset.
It's because he's kissing Carly, the girl of his dreams. Who just happens to be my obliviously back-stabbing best friend. It's almost hysterical how ironic this whole situation is.
I look up at the still raining sky and grimace. To think that the rain was my savior, so to speak. To think that I was happy before I walked into that apartment. But those two bumheads had to go and ruin my good mood.
Well, I'll show them. I'll show both of them at the dance, where I'll be smokin' hot, and I'll have a date to make Freddie jealous with. I'll show them. I'll show them both that I could care less, and that I'm doing fine! Even though I know that's a lie, they don't need to know.
I hear the door open and I look up. It's Carly. I quickly dry the tears from my eyes before she can notice.
Carly wraps the hoodie she's wearing around her a bit tighter, and she crosses her arms across her chest to keep it in place. Then she comes and sits next to me in the rain.
"Sam?" She says slowly.
"What?" I say, with a slight snap. Carly doesn't move away. She doesn't flinch. Because she knows me. She knows my life story. She knows that I get defensive, because that's just who I am.
"What happened back there?" She asks me quietly.
"You tell me."
"Sam," She says sternly. I raise my hands in defense.
"Sorry. Okay? I don't know what happened," I say truthfully. Carly smiles a little and nods. For a few moments we are silent. But it's by no means awkward. I know that Carly's only try to figure out what to say next. And I'm trying to figure out what Carly's try to figure out, so that I won't be surprised and I'll know how to answer.
Carly finally says, "Do you like Freddie?"
Anyway, her question was definitely not what I was expecting. I don't know how long I take to recover from it, but I know I take more than three seconds. I finally answer no.
She looks at me with regret in her eyes. I know she would feel bad if she knew that she was breaking my heart. But there was more to it, but I couldn't figure it out. All I know is that she knows that I'm lying, but she can't say anything more about it. She knows that I'll just deny it every time she asks.
"If it makes you feel any better, we had only kissed once before… so… yeah."
I give her props for the effort, but it definitely didn't make me feel any better.
I shrug. "It's fine," I lie. Carly gives me a look that lets me know that she knows I'm lying, and that she's not convinced.
"If you were fine you wouldn't be sitting in the rain to help you feel better," She says, letting me know that she does really know me. I haven't been nice enough to her lately, mentally anyway. It's for a good reason, I mean, but there is also a good reason why she's my best friend.
I don't say anything back, so Carly smiles at me and says, "Come on. Let's go inside."
I guess that I had a semi-worried look on my face, because she adds, "I sent Freddie home." I nod, no words coming to me. She stands up and lends me a hand, which I take. Carly pulls me up, and we stand there for a moment before I pull her into a hug. I feel bad for mentally ratting on her constantly, okay?
"Thanks, Carls," I say. But I mean thank you as in 'thanks-for-coming-after-me-and-being-a-good-friend-thank-you', not 'thanks-a-lot-for-stealing-Freddie-from-me-thank-you'.
"No problem. Let's get inside."
So we rush in together and run upstairs and to Carly's apartment.
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My phone vibrates, waking me up from my position on Carly's couch. It's from Freddie, letting me know he'll be over soon. We are going to make a new Wake Up Spencer tonight, and I stayed down here with the T.V. waiting for his text.
I get up and go to the mirror, making sure I looked decent enough for it being around two in the morning. Within a few minutes, the door clicks open and Freddie walks in with his camera.
"Hey! You ready for this?" He asks me in a low voice, as not to wake Carly or Spencer.
"Yeah, let's do it," I say back with a smirk on my face. We walk to Spencer's room together, and stop at the door. We look at each other, and without speaking, I knew that Freddie wants me to open the door, and he'll follow behind me, and then we'll take it from there. I nod to let him know that I knew what to do.
I open the door and walk in. I feel Freddie's warm breath tickle my neck, letting me know that he was really close to me, and the corners of my lips start to tug upward.
I keep walking, and stop near the clock on Spencer's dresser. This is where we normally start to film.
"Okay, iCarly fans! Are you up for another round of Wake Up Spencer?" I hear Freddie say, signaling that the segment had started.
"It's not like we have anything better to do at two in the morning," I deadpan, and I hear Freddie laugh a little.
"Alright, let's wake him up."
I nod and walk up to the sleeping Spencer, leaning in close to his exposed ear. Freddie does the same.
"On three," I say, "One… Two.. Three!"
"Wake up Spencer!!" We yell into his ear, jerking him into a half-awake, half-asleep frenzy.
"Wah?!" He screams, making me and Freddie laugh.
We go on for about five more minutes, making Spencer say the most ridiculous things we could think of.
We left Spencer's room laughing, figuring we should let him go back to sleep.
"Want to watch it back?" Freddie asks me.
"Duh!" I reply, and we walk over to the couch and sit down as Freddie pulls up the video on his laptop. I scoot closer to him so I'll be able to see the image clearer. We watch the video, laughing at it as it played.
When it was over I look over to him as he looks over to me, and our eyes meet. I open my mouth to say something, but I'm so lost in his eyes, that I end up gaping like a fish.
This feels so awkward. Why isn't he looking away? Why isn't he saying something? It's like he's gawking at me as much as I'm gawking at him. I can feel myself move forward, my eyes closing.
Oh my God. We're going to kiss. I see his eyes start to close and he leans forward too. Butterflies are going rabid in my stomach, tingles surging throughout my body.
This boy's going to be getting a lot of action on the same couch for one day.
The moment that Freddie's lips should be touching mine, I feel nothing but air. I open my eyes to see that Freddie had pulled away at the last second, and he was looking at his hands. He looks up at me and I try my best not to look like I'm upset that he didn't follow through with the kiss.
"I'm… I'm…. Going out with Carly," He says. Then he closes the lid to his laptop, grab his camera, and leaves.
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oooh! :) snazzy ending, eh? I hope I didn't rush to much through the almost-kiss, because I don't like to rush...
anywho, I had this done I think on Sunday, and i haven't heard back from my beta so I'm just wingin' it. :P Hope it's good!
Review and make me tres happy! :)
-Freakers
