Chapter 10

Spencer had gone shopping, to buy the icarly gang more clothes for the trip. Al already had a suitcase packed with his clothing. Freddie and Carly were packing food for the trip. And Sam was just walking around the house, looking at pictures on the wall, and making comments.

All looked a little irritated, and looked at Sam.

"Hey Sam, are you gonna help out?"

All Sam had to say in return was,

"wow, you had a mohawk?" She was looking at a photo on the wall.

"No, that's my twin brother," Al said sarcastically.

"Come on Sam," Freddie said, "are you gonna help?"

"Oh, and here's another picture of Albert with a Mohawk."

"Hey," Al said. "My name's Alex, not Albert."

Freddie said, "She calls me weird names all the time. I think she has a crush on me."

"In your dreams Frednub," Sam said, plopping down lazily onto the couch.

"Come on Sam, get up and help us," said Freddie, who was now printing up a road map to nickelodeon studios.

"No way," Said Sam. "You can't make me."

In response, Al picked up the DVD remote, and started scrolling around the menu. When he was finished, and iCarly episode began to play. Al fast forwarded it to the part that he wanted it to be. Then he paused it.

Sam looked confused, and said, "What is this?"

Al said, "Come on Sam, get up and help us out, or I'll play the part where you and Freddie kiss."

"No way…" Sam said in disbelief. "You don't have that." But even as she said that, she recognized the familiar fire escape background.

"That's not fair!" She complained.

"Oh, yes it is," Al said.

Sam looked around helplessly for a couple of seconds, then she cleared her face, and said, "no, you wouldn't, your too nice."

"You got me," Al said. He dropped the remote, and went over to the corner of the room, where there was a guitar on a stand. He picked It up, went outside on the porch, and said, "nobody bother me, I need to be alone for a little bit."

"Its fine," Carly said. "Were done packing anyway."

Al went outside and closed the door behind him.

"Wow, he can play guitar." Carly said. "I always thought it was cute, when a guy plays guitar."

"Only when he sings at the same time," Sam added.

"Well, yeah." Carly said. "If that guy would play guitar out my bedroom window, I'd run right down to him."

"It depends on his voice." Sam said. "I'd say maybe, if he has a good singing voice." She approached the porch, straining to hear Al singing, and she heard him faintly.

"You shouldn't bother him." Carly said.

"So what?" Sam said. "I do a lot of things that I shouldn't do."

Freddie began preparing spaghetti for them all to eat.

"I wonder what he's singing about." Sam said.

She crept still closer to the door.

"Chizz." Sam said. "He's singing in Spanish."

"I can speak Spanish," Carly said.

"No you can't," Sam said. All you can say is, "Me llamo Carly."

"Hey, are you calling me dumb?"

"Well Carly, you're not the smartest girl in Ridgeway."

"But I wear cute skirts." Carly said.

Alex continued to sing in Spanish. Sam even closer to the door, debating whether or not she should burst in and interrupt Al's singing.

But she never would, because right at that moment, something else happened.

Carly glanced up at the TV, still paused at the fire escape scene. "You know," Carly said quietly amost to herself, "I've always wanted to know how it happened." Her eyes looked hypnotized, staring perplexedly at the large plasma screen TV.

"How what happened?," Sam asked. But she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach that had nothing to do with hunger or ham. She had a feeling she already knew what Carly was talking about.

Freddie looked worried. "Uh, Carly, come here, why don't you have some spaghetti," he said, trying to distract Carly."

"Wait Freddie, just a sec," Carly said, as she glanced at the DVD remote.

On the TV, there was a frozen image of Freddie and Sam, sitting close to each other, looking in each other's eyes. To Carly, they were practically begging for Carly to press play, so they could come to life and kiss each other.

"Come on, you said you were hungry, right?" Freddie said, more desperately trying to distract her.

"Yeah," Carly said, "But hold on one second."

Sam reached out to the doorknob, to interrupt Al playing guitar on the porch, but she suddenly froze when she heard something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. She glanced at Carly, who was slowly making her way to the DVD remote.

Freddie looked more worried, and said, "Here, look, I have an idea. This guy is Mexican, right? I'm sure he's got tortillas somewhere around here, we can make spaghetti tacos."

Freddie began to desperately search for tortillas.

"Sure," Carly said, "But there's something I want to do real quick."

Carly reached for the DVD remote.

"Uh, Carly-" Freddie said, approaching her with a tortilla in his hand.

Carly picked up the remote.

Sam was still frozen with her hand on the doorknob.

"Come on Carly," Freddie said, as he made his way around a couch.

Carly stared at the screen in fascination, and aimed the remote at the TV

Sam finally found her voice and said, "Don't do it Carls."

"Huh?" Carly said.

"Trust me Carly, you don't want to do it," Said Sam, still looking at the door.

"No, I really think I do." Carly said, and she reached her finger slowly toward the play button.

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