=D Haha. Okay, so I forgot to mention a while back, but Dan Schneider has twitter as many of you may know. Well I don't have a twitter per say, but I follow Dan's tweets, along with Jennette & Nathans as well (just not as often). So he held a chat session a while back, and I joined in as "Kyleigh". Well, people were talking and one kid mentioned he was a 12 year old boy & somewhat felt ashamed to like iCarly so I said I was a 15 year old who LOVED iCarly. Well, Dan Schneider messaged me and said "Thanks so much Kyleigh!" or something along those lines. I'm still ecstatic because of it! =D Haha. Okay on with the disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
I'd had enough. Absolutely enough.
If Freddie hadn't found my bag, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
Now, Freddie was mad at me for some stupid reason, and the nub left me here. I tried going to the bus station, but either Freddie had walked home, or he hitched a ride with some random guy from Washington or something.
Yeah, the first one sounded more plausible to me too.
I decided that as soon as I got home, I was telling Carly everything. This was ridiculous. I needed to talk to someone about this and if Freddie wasn't there for me anymore, I knew I had Carly for sure.
Not to mention, I'm going to need advice for this whole date with... Chase. Was that the reason that Freddie was mad? He did come out right after I'd accepted to go out with Chase.
No, that's not it. He only likes Carly.
I mean, Freddie did give me that advice. Maybe he was mad that I didn't exactly take his advice in the first place? No, that's just plain stupid. If he was mad over that, then there was no point in even trying to bring him back.
As a friend, I mean.
I started to make my way home, not even considering the possibility of taking the bus today.
I needed to think. To think about those stupid butterflies that would swirl in my stomach whenever I caught even the tinest glimpse of Fredweird. To think about what Carly would say about this whole ballet thing. To think about which way was faster to get to Groovie Smoothies because by the time I'd get to Bushwell Plaza, I would be parched.
Finally I made it to Groovie Smoothies, but apparently so had Carly and Freddie.
Freddie was swinging his arms wildly as he emphasized whatever point he was trying to get across to Carly, who in turn was listening intently.
Luckily, they hadn't seen me walk through the door, so I slipped myself inside a booth behind them.
"... Hate her! I hate her! I hate-"
"Okay! Calm down! Freddie, listen, I know you don't mean that."
"I do- okay, I know I don't hate her either, but she just... just irks me SO much!"
"You know what she's like. She's... animated."
"Animated?! If I even mentioned the fact that she looked good, she'd kill me!"
What?! Looked good? There should be no useage of past tense! I always look good.
"Look, just tell her you like her. She won't kill you. Probably."
"See! Even you consider the possibility of my death!"
He... likes me? So it was the whole Chase thing. I needed to get out of here.
I swiveled out of the booth trying to be as discreet as possible. Carly spotted me, but was sincere enough not to mention anything to Freddie, although she did pull out her cell.
She was probably going to-
Right on time. I pulled out my phone to find a text.
*You heard?*
*Only a little...*
*...*
*Ok, yeh. Don't tell him I heard. I need to talk to u first.*
*Okay. I'll need you to call so I can say Spencer wants me home. I'll meet you at the apt.*
*Apt?*
*Apartment. -.-*
*Oh... ok... whn shuld I call?*
*Thirty Seconds.*
I waited for thirty seconds and pressed 1 to speed dial Carly. She answered and talked as if she were talking to Spencer, then said she'd be there in a few.
I quickly made my way to Bushwell Plaza, and into Carly's apartment.
Spencer was taking a bath of pickle juice in the middle of the living room, wearing bright yellow swimming trunks and a Penny Tee that said "Batter Splatter." Man, he really liked that one.
"Uh, Spence?"
"Hi Sam!"
"..."
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's a long story that involve-"
"Nope, I don't want to know. Have any ham?"
"Yeah, in the fridge."
Carly entered the apartment, stared at Spencer, shook her head, then made her way towards me in the kitchen.
"I swear," Carly started. "That guy is never going to get a steady girlfriend."
I laughed as I pulled out six pieces of ham.
"So... do you want to go up to the studio?"
"Yeah, sure. What are we going to do about..." I pointed to Spencer who was happily playing with his robot army.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"Right..."
We took the elevator upstairs, which was the quietest ride I'd ever had with Carly.
I took a seat in a bean bag chair across from her.
"So..."
"Carls, can we just skip the awkward part? I don't know what to say about what Freddie said earlier. All I know is I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"I... I..."
"..."
"I'm taking ballet." I sighed, defeated.
"Ballet?"
"Yeah."
"You're kidding, right?" Carly asked, though I'm pretty sure she knew I was telling the truth.
"No. I've been taking it since I was six or so."
"No you haven't... that doesn't make any sense. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Does it seem like something I would tell you?"
Carly's facial expression grew angrier.
"What about no more secrets, huh? I'm pretty sure this classifies as a secret!"
"I know, it's just... I couldn't. I know I could trust you with my life, but if I told you, and then you started asking questions, and Fredward walked in... I didn't want him to know. Then he found out and if you knew, then... I don't know, I mean, I just didn't want to put anything else on your shoulders. I mean, I know you're trying to get into university too-"
"What do you mean, too?"
"I have a recital coming up," I started quietly. "If I do well, and the judges like my performance... I could get into university too. These last few years I've actually been trying harder."
Carly walked over to me and flung her arms around me, bringing me into a tight embrace.
"Sam..."
All we could do was hug. I should have told Carly in the first place and I should have known I could trust her.
After five minutes of silence, Carly finally let go and settled back down in her bean bag chair, her eyes red and cheeks stained with the essence of dried tears.
"Why were you crying, Carls?"
"I'm just happy, that's all. So, what are you going to do about Freddie?"
"What about the nub?"
"You like him. I know you do."
"Never in a million years could I like him! He is the most irritable person I've ever met."
"So, that's a yes."
I looked to the ground and back up at Carly.
"Yeah, but if you tell him, I swear, I'll-"
"You'll what? Go and make out with him? I mean, you already know he likes you."
"All I know is, I'm not making the first move."
"... when did you say that recital was?"
"...I didn't... Carly... what are you thinking?"
"I think-"
"YES! YES! YES!" A deranged laughter errupted from two floors below us.
I looked at Carly who shrugged.
"I'VE DONE IT!" The voice was becoming clearer.
Finally, the studio door swung open and there was Spencer, gripping onto one of his robots and dripping excess pickle juice onto the floor.
"I'VE DISCOVERED MY PLOT TACTIC TO BEAT SOCKO!"
Carly and I shared a 'Oh dear Lord, what is this guy thinking' look.
"I WILL DEFEAT THE ENEMY! Oh, and after, do you guys want to get some bacon flavoured ice cream?"
"No way, dude." I shot Carly a glance. "I've been tricked into thinking that was already an actual product. I'll text you later Carlotta, I'm going to get a smoothie."
I walked towards the elevator and made my way down to the lobby. If only the guy I was avoiding wasn't there, then the whole getting a smoothie thing would have worked out way better than I'd expected.
