Chapter four peeps! I am doing awesome with this story! You should be proud. Anyways, I'm eating grapes and technically typing is slowing me down from finishing so I'm going to shorten this up a bit. R. R. C. C. S. (You should know what that means) I do not own iCarly. Thanks,
DeadlyRedAlice
Freddie
"Hey Freddie? Can you help me study for the test tomorrow?" Wendy asked coming up. Great. Another friend that's a girl. I really need some guy friends.
"Yeah, sure," I said.
"Thank you soooo much! You are so sweet. I am freaking out over it. It's the only subject I'm not good at,"
"No problem,"
"Bye Freddie. See you later. Bye Carly, Sam, Spencer," she said before walking away to join of her other friends.
"Bye,""Peace,""You don't think I need to join a gym do you?" Carly, Sam, and Spencer said at once, making me laugh out loud. My weird, crazy, insane, amazingly fun friends.
"Why do I got to come with you dress shopping?" I whined as Carly and Sam dragged me out my apartment together, though mostly because I wasn't resisting all that hard.
"Because you're our friend," Carly said at the same time Sam said, "Because you don't have a choice,"
"I do to have a choice," I argued.
"Yeah, not really," she countered, just raising her eyebrows, waiting for me to question her. When I didn't, she smirked and left for the fridge.
"Come on. Please? For me?" Carly pleaded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw sam roll her eyes. "Would it make you feel better if Spencer came too?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" the person in question yelled, running in, his eyes wide with frantic.
"Nah, Spencer doesn't need to come," I said, rolling my eyes. Spencer gave me a huge hug, lifting me a foot off the ground, before running back inside.
"He can do that, but he is still flabby," Carly noted amused.
"At least he can do that, unlike somebody we know," Sam said, looking pointedly at me, coming back to us with a root beer.
"You saying I can't pick someone up?" I questioned angrily. What was it with this demon that always got me so fired up?
"Do I really have to say it?" she asked batting her eye lashes mockingly. I opened my mouth to shout something, when Carly cut in.
"Sam, be nice, or Freddie will have to be forced to come with us instead of by free will," she said, giving Sam a look, before turning back to me, probably not even realizing what she just said. Sam however did, and she collapsed into a fit of giggles on the couch. Not being able to stop myself, I, too, started laughing, leaving Carls totally lost and confused. "What?" she asked innocently.
"Nothing," Sam replied, grinning brightly at her.
"Nothing at all," I supplied, also beaming. Carly just kept looking between the two of us before sighing, shaking her head slightly, and sitting on the couch.
"I say we head to the mall first," Carly said, becoming a drill sergeant once again. Sam and I both groaned. "Would you two stop? Pay attention when I talk," she scolded. Sam and I sat down on either sides of her, as Carly continued explaining our game plan, but I was tuning her out. Instead I was examining Sam. She had a bored expression, not like that girls, Vicky's, but really one that just said 'Why am I here?' not 'I have no personality'. Her curly golden hair cascaded messily down her back in usual fashion. Her ocean blue eyes were fixated on Carly, doing her best to be a good friend and actually listen to what she was saying. She was wearing a black shirt that had slits from her shoulder to her elbow and dark skinny jeans along with black ankle boots. Lately she has been wearing heels more often because Carly and I kind of towered over her, which she hates. Her painted red nails were beginning to chip but she didn't seem to mind or notice for that matter. Though she wore make up it wasn't overbearing or anything. Instead it just enhanced her own natural beauty, like I think make up should. She wore some eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, etc, but they weren't in your face. In fact unless you were really paying attention, you'd just assume she was just beautiful, which she was. And I wasn't the only who was beginning to realize it. "What are we going to do about dates?" Carly inquired, catching my attention.
"Why don't the three of us go together?" Sam suggested.
"I don't know. Don't you think we should have a boy with us?" Carly asked.
"I'm a guy," I said defencively. They ignored me.
"Yes, but if we have dates then we'll be tied down and not be able to dance with whoever we want," Sam reminded, raising her eyebrows at Carly.
"You two do realize I'm not a girl, right?" I confirmed, trying again. They still ignored me.
"Very true," Carly murmured.
"Trust me, I am a guy,"
"You really should listen to me more often Carls," Sam mock scolded, sighing, trying hard not to laugh.
"I really am!"
"So, should we just go the three of us, no guys?" Carly asked, easily being convinced.
"Still a guy!"
"I think so. Then, when we get there we can actually be with whatever guys we want, and then later be guy free,"
"Hello?" I finally screamed.
"What?" they both screamed back, flipping around to face me, both annoyed I "interupted" their conversation.
"Nevermind," I said quietly.
"If you don't got something to say," Carly began, rolling her eyes.
"Keep your nubby mouth closed," Sam finished.
"That's it. I'm out. See you guys later," I said, gettign up and heading for the door only to be blocked by Spencer who seemed to just appear out of nowhere.
"No! You are not leaving! You are going dress shopping with them because if you don't I'll have to! Do you hear me boy?" he yelled, giving me a crazed look. I turned to see both girls standing up, arms crossed, frowning at me.
"Fine, whatever, let's get this over with," I muttered. The power these girls had over me. . .
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-DRA