Hey guys, thanks so much for your patience. I'm just warning you guys, I'm not sure how much longer this story will be, but I always keep coming up with new ideas, so this could keep going (although I already have the ending in mind)…
Or it could end right here. Please let me know. Thanks!
This chapter focuses mainly on Carly and Sam.
WARNING: Teenage girl drama up ahead…lol
iCan't Believe You!
Carly was pacing back and forth in the iCarly studio by 5:58pm. "Carly, what are you doing?" Sam asked, upon entrance.
"He's late."
Sam looked at her watch. "He's got another minute. Would you chill?"
"Look, he's our first technical producer since Germy. I need to make sure that he is responsible and a suitable candidate for…" The clock hit six, and Carly let out a shriek, just as the elevator door opened and Trevor came through in a button-down black t-shirt and dark denim jeans, rolling a cart of equipment. "Hey, am I late? What was that shriek?"
"Nothing, Carly is just afraid of elevators."
"I am?"
"Sure you are, Carls."
"Um. Okay." Trevor didn't look very convinced, but he decided not to press the issue. "Here's all of my stuff."
"Great, just get it set up." Sam began to head out of the studio.
"Where are you going?" Carly asked.
"What? All of that shrieking made me hungry for ribs."
"We don't have any. Spencer gave them to Mrs. Gable's dog."
"The dog who rhymes with Tucket?"
"No, there's Mucket and Tucket. Mucket likes the ribs."
"Whatevs. I'll just go see if there is any other kind of meat that can satisfy my craving."
Trevor looked at Carly. "Is she always this … unusual?"
"Sure, but that's Sam." Carly tried to calm down. "So, what have you got to show?"
"A video camera and other equipment…" Trevor started explaining all of this stuff to Carly, who found it kind of interesting. She looked up into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. He smiled down at her. Finally, she said, "It seems fine."
"Great. Where should I set it up?"
"Right around here." Carly made a circular motion with her hand.
"You know, Carly. I just wanted to say … thank you for letting me come over. I wanted to spend more time with you, but I didn't know how …" His face was getting closer and closer to her. Now it was inches from her own.
Oh my Gosh, he is going to kiss me! And he was very cute. Their lips pressed together and lingered for a moment. Suddenly Sam entered. "Hey Peoples, what's…whoa, what is going on here?"
Trevor pulled back and looked at Sam. She glared at the two of them. "Carly, how could you be so stupid?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You're kissing Trevor, when you and I both know that you have feelings for Freddie."
"That isn't true! I never did have feelings for Freddie, and besides, he's moving away!"
"LIAR!" Sam screamed.
Carly looked at her best friend in surprise. Tears threatened to fall, but she pushed them back. "GET OUT!" She screamed. "Just get out!"
"FINE!" Sam yelled back. She looked at Carly for a moment and then stomped outside … down the stairs …
"I guess I should get going, huh?" Trevor asked quietly.
Carly nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry."
Trevor smiled sadly. "It's cool." He packed up his equipment. "I'll see you around, okay?"
"Yeah. See you."
Once Trevor left, Carly looked around the studio. Then she sat down on the middle of the floor and cried.
