Disclaimer: iCarly. NO JUST NO STOP ASKING ME... THE SHAME. DX
I'm late to the Groovy Smoothie. I mean, I usually am, but I'm later even more than usual this time. The shower was a bad idea; Mom came home halfway through, and, as usual, burst into the bathroom to use the toilet. When she's home, I swear I can practically set my watch to it... if I wore a watch. It's like as soon as she hears running water it sets her off. Or maybe she has an idea of what I get up to in there. It always seems like I'm interrupted, and I'm not sure if it's because I have terrible people with impeccable timing around me, or if it's because it's all I seem to do as soon I get alone. Point is, I like to finish what I start, I mean, I finished that graffiti with the cops right next to me. We have a deal of sorts at this point – they let me finish what I'm doing and I don't resist arrest. But I haven't been able to finish this time, I haven't had that release. I needed it. After the week I've had, God I needed it. And maybe I haven't exactly rushed here either... I'm a little worried about how I'm going to act around Carly. I mean, even the thought of her is enough to raise the hairs on my arms at this point.
I enter cautiously – I want to see Carly before she sees me. To... prepare, I guess. And if she sees me first... If she hugs you, you'll probably melt right here... Dammit brain! She's not going to hug me, and now I've got the thought of Carly's arms around me running through my head. 'Cause I was so turned off before. Luckily Carly's facing away from me when I enter, chatting animatedly to Fredbag. Oh God, he's here. Well, I won't have to worry about doing anything sexual now. Or ever again.
I'm not taking any chances though. I sit as far away from Carly as I can, which unfortunately means I have to sit closer to Freddie. He's wearing cologne or aftershave or something, and it makes me wonder what he could possibly have to shave. I mean, even I have more hair than the boy. I shudder; why am I thinking about this? At least I'm not thinking about Carly anymore.
I almost leap out of my seat when a hand covers mine. Please, please be T-Bo trying to sell me something on a stick. But no, only one person I know has hands that soft and delicate. Only one person has hands that can make me shiver with even the lightest touch. I don't even have to look to know. My body knows it. It always knows.
"Sam! I asked you what kind of smoothie you wanted." I blink stupidly at Carly. She moves her hand off mine once she sees she has my attention. It's usually not so hard to get, but my body is distracting my mind. Carly smiles at me, "It's okay if you don't have enough money. I was supposed to get one for Spencer, but I'm pretty sure he's not gonna be conscious when I get home." Carly sees my questioning look and explains. "He's building a self-rocking hammock."
My eyes widen. "And you expect him to be sleeping in it when you get back?"
Carly takes a sip of her smoothie, looking up, "Mm? Oh. No." She says simply, taking another sip. She doesn't need to say anything more. It's Spencer. His success rate is... well, he doesn't have one. He's been knocked out by a strong breeze before. Literally.
"Ah. Sure Carls. Blueberry Blitz?" She nods, standing to get it. I don't really want one, but at least it'll keep my hands and mouth busy, so I can't say or do anything stupid. Maybe. Plus, it's free!
Freddie plays with his phone, setting it on the table when Carly comes back, sitting my smoothie in front of me, her arm brushing mine in the process. I grab my smoothie and start sucking on the straw immediately. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts.
Of all the days for us both to be wearing short sleeves. I keep both hands around the smoothie, palms wet with the condensation and the taste of blueberry thick in my mouth.
"How'd your workout go?" Carly asks curiously, picking up her own smoothie. The cool liquid catches in my throat as I cough, fingers flexing around the cup and popping the top off.
Freddie snorts, "Sam? Work out? What'd she do, reach for a FatCake?"
"Shut it Fredbag, unless you want blueberry underwear again." I snarl once I can breathe again, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and trying to hide my blush at the same time.
Freddie frowns, his brow furrowing. "Why would I have..." His eyes widen as he catches sight of my fingers flexing around the now-open cup, the blue liquid threatening to spill over. "Oh. Right." He slides away from me a little, looking to Carly, who's peering at me.
"Are you okay Sam? You're... acting kind of weird."
I shoot a glare at Freddie, his mouth closing instantly from where it was forming a retort. "Uh... sure, I'm fine. Just.. tired. My workout was..." I swallow hard, my voice hesitant. "It was... good, I guess."
Carly nods, toying with her straw. "What'd you do?"
I blink at her. "Wh-what?"
"Like, what exercises? In your workout."
Normally, normally, I'm an ace at lying, but this... this is Carly. I can't... I've never been good at lying to her. And for Christ's sake... this... this is not a subject I'm comfortable with. What exercises? I don't know, what exercises can you do flat on your back?
"What?" Carly leans in closer, a little wrinkle between her eyes.
Oh fuck. Was... was I speaking out loud? Fuck. Fuck. Uh... "S-sit ups. I did sit ups." You do them lying down, and granted I was... no... no, don't even think about it.
Much to my relief, Carly sits back, apparently satisfied, and I relax a little, at least, until she sighs. Carly puts a hand to her stomach, patting it. "I've been sort of thinking I should work out."
A muscle under my eye twitches. No, it more than twitches, it tries to rip itself free and run away, which is what the rest of me would be doing if I didn't think my legs would buckle the moment I tried to stand.. Freddie's reassuring Carly that she's perfect the way she is and blah, blah, blah, which... she is. I'd be telling her the same thing, if the thought of Carly masturbating wasn't strutting through my mind in graphic detail. Oh... oh god. I squeeze my legs together under the table. No. Nuh uh. Dammit. I grit my teeth, trying to force the throbbing away.
"Uh... Sam?" Carly and Freddie are both staring at me, bemused looks on their faces. I follow their gaze to my hand, which at some point apparently crushed the smoothie cup, sending the blue liquid gushing over both my hand and the table. I force my fingers to let go, the remains of the cup collapsing onto the table, the remaining smoothie chugging out and spilling over the edge of the table.
I try to smile. "Uh... I'm done, I guess. Work out's working out." Freddie rolls his eyes, but Carly's still staring at me, that little wrinkle between her eyes deeper. I swallow hard and look away, grabbing a napkin to wipe my hand with. Carly's eyes flick away, and I relax a little, and then she's getting up, grabbing a handful of napkins and attempting to clean up the mess I made. It's pure Carly... she's so nice, she can't just let someone else clean it up, even if it's their job. I don't understand it... I mean.. .they're getting paid to do it, and she just feels bad. It's not even her that makes the mess, it's usually me and... I don't feel guilty at all. I mean, I am a little regretful that my smoothie is gone but... eh. Despite myself, I stand to help her, but... it's already done, as much as it can be, and Carly sighs. My hand creeps out without me realising, touching the back of Carly's hand. She smiles, "Sam... you've got paper all over your hand."
I furrow my brows, shooting Freddie a glare before he can say anything. She's right. The napkin has shed little rolls of paper all over my hand. And it's still sticky. Carly wiggles her hands in front of me. "It's okay, mine are too." She turns, "Freddie, did you wanna get Spencer's smoothie while we're cleaning up?" Freddie nods, like one of those bobblehead-nodding dogs everyone used to have in their cars. Carly walks ahead of me, manoeuvring through the tables.
"I thought you weren't getting Spence one?"
She looks back at me, pushing the door to the girl's bathroom open. "You know what Spence is like... if I don't, he'll whine like a little girl." She frowns. "Actually, that's an insult to little girls."
I grin, swallowing hard as Carly takes my hand, thrusting it under the tap. She pumps soap onto hand, lathering our hands up. I try, I try so hard to ignore it, but if I ignore her hands running over mine, then I have to focus on the fact that we're standing so close together. I can feel her breathing, I can smell her hair, and the soap, and I'm so close to her... I close my eyes. It's not-
The tap shuts off, and Carly moves away, the roar of the hand dryer starting up, and I take the time to relax, letting out a drowned out sigh. This is ridiculous. I can't even be close to her anymore? I wipe my hand off on my pants, trying not to look at myself in the mirror. I don't want to see how stupid I look.
"Come on Sam, let's go."
A/N: Okay, so... Merry Christmas (and all those other holidays which I acknowledge, being an open-minded person and such). This is my present to all of you. So yeah. I... I didn't get you that pony. I tried to, but then the man said I needed to feed it, and brush it, and I was like, "WTF, I'll just get Horsez on Wii or something." And then he said that the pony couldn't play, not having thumbs and all, and that was just a dealbreaker, so...
Here you go. Your gift to me can be a review, telling me to get back to writing more, and stop having such a life, which isn't even really true, it's like... not even a life. It's more of a coma with occasional seizures of energy. WOO MEDICINE!
Anyway... yeah. 0-0
