Okay, so I just want to say one thing before we get started. I know a lot of people who love Sam, but hate Carly. I would just like to sat I am NOT one of those people. First off, though I love Jennette McCurdy, the reason I started watching iCarly was because I had loved Miranda Cosgrove on Drake & Josh. Second off, Sam and Freddie would not have become such close friends if it hadn't been for Carly. Third off, I actually like Carly's character. I think she is funny and balances Sam out perfectly. So, as I said before, I DO NOT HATE CARLY. Glad we got that settled. Now on with the show. Okay, so usually, whenever I get to a chapter like ten or five or twenty, etc, I try to make it super special. am sad to say, that this is not super special. :( Mostly this is a filler chapter so we can move on and nobody gets confused. It is necessary, because not all Chapters can be super dramatic and actiony. So, sorry if you are disappointed. I think that covers it. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own iCarly. Thank you,
DeadlyRedAlice
Freddie
"Hasta luego, Fredward," Sam good-byed.
"Bye Sam," I said rolling my eyes at the use of my full name. They turned and headed down the hall in the opposite direction. I watched her and Carly walk away, down the hall, to class. Her blonde curls bounced in time with her steps and her laughter echoed down the hallway making me shiver. A sudden recognition crept through me and I was almost afraid by it. What would happen if she found out? No. I couldn't think like that. There was no way that she could find out. At least, not anytime soon. Just tell her! No! Samantha Puckett could never find out that I was irrevocably in love with her.
"So, I want to thank you again. I know you'd probably rather be with Carly and Sam dress-shopping," Wendy thanked.
"They told you?" I asked. In response, she nodded, sighing a little. "Trust me, I'd rather be here," I reassured, which made her laugh.
"Yeah, but don't you want to know what they are going to buy?" she asked. Suddenly, images of all the dresses that had made them look so drop-dead-gorgeous, the same ones I had said no to, flashed in my mind. I wouldn't know what dresses they were going to buy! "Uh, Freddie? You okay?" Wendy asked, waving a hand in front of my face. Nodding my head I tried to get a hold on myself. It'd all be fine. No worries. They wouldn't buy anything too bad. . . Right?
Sam
"This is stupid," I said, reaching for the door handle only for my hand to be swatted away.
"Open that door and I'll kill you. I don't want it flying inside," Carly hissed, staring at it with freakishly wide eyes. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, leaning back into the car's leather seat. "We'll just wait until it goes away," she said quietly as if it could here us.
"Listen to me kiddo," I began, grabbing her arms and making her face me. "Its just a spider. It can't even fly. If you want you can even get out on my side but we got to get moving or the store will close, okay?" She gulped and nodded, glancing back at it. I'd never get her.
Freddie
"That's stupid. What if x doesn't want to be found?" Wendy questioned playfully as she tried to solve the question. I chuckled but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking of all the horribly beautiful dresses they were probably looking at, they being Carly and Sam. They would probably choose sexy outfits just to spite me for not going with them. I wouldn't exactly be surprised. "Is that right?" Wendy asked, showing me her work. I gave it a cursory look over for any mistakes.
"Are you sure that's supposed to be a negative?" I asked, handing her back her paper. She looked to where I was pointing, groaned and got back to work. I could totally see them now, in tiny red dresses that would make them look like little sexy devil helpers. I could even see Sam in little devil horns and Carly holding the pitch fork thingy. The girl I was in love with, and the girl who was like my little sister. Dammit, why couldn't life be easy?
"Did I fix it? Is it right now?" Wendy asked, handing me back her paper. Checking it quickly, I wrote her another problem.
"Good, now solve this one and graph it," I commanded, which she thoroughly complained at. It was going to be a long day.
Sam
"I'm thinking pink," Carly murmured to herself, flipping through more dresses.
"To go with a gold mask?" I questioned. She thought about it for a moment before agreeing with me.
"You're right," she said sighing. "I'll just have to find a gold that matches my mask perfectly," she muttered. We were both wearing down after a couple of hours of looking with no luck.
"I found it," Carly and I said at the same time. We pulled out the two dresses and realized how perfect they were for us. We had found our perfect dresses. . . now we just had to find it in our size.
Freddie
"Bye Wendy!" I called back, fast walking down her driveway to my car.
"Bye Freddie! Thanks again," she yelled from her driveway. I quickly got in the driver's seat and started up the car. Backing out, I raced away towards Bushwell Plaza, doing about 10 over the speed limit. Parking it, I jumped out of the car, only to find Sam's truck not anywhere in the parking lot, and knowing Sam she was sleeping at the Shay's apartment once again. That meant that they hadn't come back yet. That or they came back and went out again. Either way, I had to talk to Spencer. I ran in, ignoring Lewbert's yells and went straight to apartment 8-C not eve knocking just walking in.
"I really need to start locking that door," Spencer said, as it shut behind me. He sat on the couch, drinking a peppi-cola, watching Celebrities Underwater, feet propped up on the coffee table. Nothing out of the ordianry.
"I'd rather you didn't," I began, in which he shrugged. "But, whatever. Have the girls come back yet?" I questioned, not even noticing that I was tapping my foot impatiently until I realized Spencer was staring at it kind of annoyed. "Sorry," I mumbled, not really meaning it.
"Uh, noooo," he said slowly, turning back to Celebrities Underwater. I groaned and sat down next to him. "Here, why don't you join me?" he offered sarcastically, grudgingly scooting over.
"Is something wrong Spence?" I asked, noticing how he seemed really agitated.
"I got a text from Carly," he began, pulling out his phone. In his Carly-mimiking-voice he read the text. "T.F. asked u 2 chaperon da dance. i said that wuz fine. V is always gonna b ther, but dont get upset. i just wannted 2 warn u! ttyl!"
"Why is her text spelling so awful?" I asked, because whenever I got texts from her, they were always so well defined.
"I asked that. She said, 'in da middle of putting dress on. srry.' Awesome, right?" he replied dryly.
"Hey, man, I'm sorry about the whole Veron-"
"Her name shall not be spoken!" he yelled suddenly, interrupting me. He had it bad.
Yes, I like Spencer and Veronica together, but can you blame me? They were so adorable. Oh, and as chaperon for such a fancy dance, Spence will have to wear a tux. . . See where I am going? Anyways. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.
-DRA