I stood outside Carly's apartment, not knowing where to go. I needed to talk to Carly and Freddie. Carly to apologize, Freddie to figure out what was going on between us (something I dreaded). I was still mad a Carly, so I went to go knock on Freddie's door. My hand was in movement towards the big wooden door, when it swung open and I was pulled inside.
"What-?" I started, but Freddie put his hand over my mouth.
"Shh!" he whispered, "my mom is still asleep!"
"Alright. Freddie? We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk," he took a suggestive step towards me. My mind fogged up, but I shook it out.
"Freddie," I said and pushed him away "we need to talk. I want to make sure we are not having a misunderstanding or something." He rolled his eyes, but pulled me to the couch to sit down. "Okay, we are not dating. Right?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so. Why? Do you want to be?"
"No," I said, hastily. He shushed me, I was getting too loud. "Okay then, what are we?" I asked. He shrugged. "Friends with benefits?" he suggested.
"Yeah! That's good!" I liked that term. "Friends with benefits," I smiled at how it sounded.
"Great," he said, scooting towards me. I wrapped my hands around his face and we started to kiss.
***
Four hours later we were awoken by Mrs. Benson's shrill alarm clock going off. Freddie was more conscious of what was going on than I was. "Quick, out the door!" he pushed me out before his mother came in the living room and saw us sleeping in each other's arms. She would have jumped to the worst conclusions. We didn't do anything, except kiss. Well, make out is more like it. However, I didn't want to face that scene.
I stood out in the hallway, unsure of what to do. Hmm, I thought, this seems to be happening to me a lot lately. I stepped in front of Carly's door, and knocked. I could hear Spencer running from across the room to open the door. He thrust it open and hugged me.
"SAM!" he cheered.
"Hey Spence," I mumbled.
"Why so blue?"
"I'm not"
"Yes you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"SPENCER! I am not getting into this with you."
"Oh my God! Sam, I just remembered! You and Freddie kissed again! Sam and Freddie sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he sang.
"How did you know that?" I demanded.
"Carly woke me up at like three in the morning and told me everything. So are you two dating?" he asked.
"No."
"Friends with benefits?"
He would guess that. "Yeah," I blushed.
"Aw! Sam! C'mere you!" he said and pulled me into one of his famous bear hugs. He made waffles and bacon and we sat down and ate. About an hour later Carly came down. "Oh," she said when she said when she looked at me eating her waffles.
"Carly," I stood up; I wanted to get this over with sooner than later. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I'm sorry about what I called you're friends, even if it is true. So yeah, sorry."
"It's okay Sam. I'm sorry for not being more considerate." We hugged. "I realized why I was upset," she said, "It was because I knew that if you two started dating, I would be out of the picture."
"You thought we were going to forget about you?" I asked.
"Something like that," she looked at her toes in shame.
"Carly, that will not happen." We hugged again. Carly had tears in her eyes, but she wiped them away.
"So why are you hear so early? Did you sleep in the hallway?"
"Uh, yeah" I bit my lip. She wasn't convinced. Carly's eyes lit up in shock. Her eyebrows formed a V; she was concentrating on where I could have been. "Were you in this building?"
"Uh-huh" I nodded.
"Did you sleep in the lobby?" I shook my head no.
"The elevator?" no again, I shook. Carly's eyes were as big as dinner plates. "Were you at Freddie's?" She knew it was the answer before I could respond. Her legs gave way; she plopped down in the nearest chair.
"EW!" Spencer chimed, "you spent the night at FREDDIES? Did you DO anything?"
"No!" I defended myself.
"YUCKY!" Spencer said, mimicking a two year old. Carly just started at me. Her lip curled in disgust, he nose wrinkled, and she scratched her head.
"You know what, its okay." Carly said, grimacing. "But you're sure you didn't do anything?"
"Positive," I laughed.
***
At 5 o'clock later that day, we had iCarly to shoot. I was nervous about whether or not the situation would be awkward. Carly told me not to worry because she was cool with me and Freddie being 'friends with benefits'. She was wrong
It was very awkward.
When Freddie came in the door he looked at me, then at Carly. I knew he felt guilty. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but before it could come out Carly rushed towards him and hugged him. She started speaking to him. Saying every thought she had in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of exactly what she said, but I heard "sorry" and "congratulations."
Finally she stopped gushing into Freddie's ear and we got ready to start shooting. "5… 4… 3… 2…" Go, mouthed Freddie.
"Hey, I'm Sam!"
"And I'm Carly"
"And that means"
"This"
"Is"
"ICARLY!" I hit my applause button.
"So," Carly began, "you all know our homecoming contest thing. And you know the results. But you don't know what happened." Carly narrowed her eyes in suspense.
"So here," I said, "are the videos,"
"Hit play Freddie!" said Carly, all sassy.
While we played the video of Gibby scaring the crud out of Carl's, I started to think. Carly didn't make any videos of me and Freddie, except maybe at the beginning when we were standing there in awkward silence like morons. And Carly wouldn't tell the viewers what happened later. Would she?
"That was probably the worst moment of my life. It was truly, truly, terrible" she said. "But anyway, here is the video of Sam and Freddie!" I refused to let myself look at Freddie; I knew we were both worrying the same thing.
Carly clicked play and on the screen flashed a little clip of me and Freddie standing by the punch bowl. Looking of the in opposite direction. It was terribly, terribly, terribly humiliatingly awkward. "That clip," said Carly "goes on for five minutes."
I could practically hear my viewers laughing. "WHATEVER!" I protested. But Carly ignored me and continued. "That's all they did. The entire night." She gave me a look that was supposed to make me feel guilty. It worked.
We finished up iCarly and Freddie said "clear." I turned to Carly, "thank you, for not mentioning what else happened."
"Hey, you're my friends, I wouldn't do that. I did think about it thought. But I wanted to live," she nudged me with her elbow.
"So you're okay with everything?" asked Freddie.
"No," said Carly, "but I'm going to have to life with it aren't I?"
Freddie and I exchanged a look.
"Yes," we said.
Awwwww! Happy endings! LMAO! No. that was a terrible ending. HAHA I'm sorry! ): but I couldn't think of anything else and I didn't want to have this document on my computer FOREVER, just WAITNG to be uploaded. So what did you think? Please let me know!
Love, Lilly (:
P.S. I'm going to work on that "Seddie is Pregnant" challenge. It sounds interesting. Just a heads up ;)
