Sorry it took me a while to update; I've been working on my Victorious fanfic everyday, and I almost forgot about this story. Anyways, I felt that I left out too much of Spencer and Gibby; so here ya go!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything on Nick, from Spongebob, to Victorious.
Gibby POV
I looked at my watch. Wow, for the hottest day of the year, it sure went fast.
Freddie's glare had scared me all the way upstairs. I seriously did not want to get messed up in all this drama. All I knew was that there was some kind of intervention with Griffin and Freddie was not acting like himself and Sam was mad at someone as usual and Carly was stressed out. Trust me, if you knew them like I did, you'd run.
Spencer had abandoned me, so I was left to tinker with the props in the iCarly studio. So I pushed the glass door with the all-too familiar sign reading "iCarly" on it to enter the room full of cameras, bean bags, and a swing-out TV.
I picked up Freddie's camera. Huh, I realized this was the first time I actually ever held it- he's very protective of his technological equipment. In fact, I think the only one he's ever tolerated touching it was Sam. Or maybe she just bullied him into it.
The sunlight was glaring through the open window. Remembering that the air conditioning still wasn't working, I laid down, tired just from standing in the overbearing heat. I rested my head on the purple [A/N: Hehe... purple] beanbag and fell asleep.
Approximately ten minutes later, I woke up, startled, for I could her high-pitched shrieking. I recognized Carly's voice, and then Griffin's low one.
Still not wanting to get involved, I just rolled my eyes and lay my head down, so confused.
Maybe I should text Tasha. She was in Switzerland right now (and I envied her for getting out the Seattle heat) and I missed her so much. And for some reason, half the school population is convinced right now that she lied and moved away to get away from me. What, do they not think I'm in her league, or something?
Hey, I first wrote in my message. miss u honey bunny! how's the chocolate in Switz?
She texted me back almost immediately. Hi, pumpkin! I miss u 2! it's awzm here, the food's amazing!
Chuckling at her forwardness in replying, I quickly moved my thumbs to type in the message as fast as I could.
cool! super hot here, ur rlly lucky. and 2day there's lots of drama with sam and freddie.
It took her a little longer to reply this time oh, r they fighting again? awww... they're so cute!
It didn't take me long to type in the next word. what?
She answered faithfully back. well, it's obvious they lik each other. a lot. they show their emotions thru fighting. u can't tell?
What is she talking about? Sam and Freddie... cute? Liking each other? Showing their emotions through fighting? Sounds like something that awesome producer who works for Mickelodeon does for his shows, but definitely not in reality! are u sure we're talking about sam puckett and freddie benson?
haha, she wrote back, but rlly, r u blind? they make the most adorable couple ever. ever. it's like something that that cool producer on Mickelodeon would write for his shows.
I was confused. My girlfriend, the person I thought I knew the best, thought Sam and Freddie were adorable? okay, gtg bye sugar!
Wow, she was way off. She must know two other people.
I glanced at Freddie's cameras again. It wouldn't hurt, if I, played with one, would it? No, it couldn't. Freddie wouldn't even know.
I walked downstairs, where I could hear a shower running. Why was Carly taking a shower now? Huh, must be in a thinking mood.
I hurried over to the elevator, pushed the white button that lit up automatically, and waited for the door to open. Clutching the camera tight in my hand, I sighed. Today was a long day.
When the elevator opened, and the loud ding! sounded, I stepped outside. Lewbert was asleep, but apparently the ding! was enough to wake him up. He must be a light sleeper.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LOBBY!" he shrieked. What is he so mad about? It's a lobby, not a sacred temple. "GET OUT!"
I was about to sprint away, when I realized that I was still holding the camera. I tiptoed past Lewbert, who was already fast asleep (wow) and scurried hastily to the elevator to return the camera.
But I still wanted to use it. Staring at the complicated assortment of colorful buttons, I realized I didn't know how to work the thing. I had to go ask Freddie.
So when I reached Carly's apartment, I strode over to the door, opening it swiftly so that the extravagant cucumber-melon scent wafted around my head.
And what did I see?
Sam and Freddie, kissing.
I felt dizzy. Kissing? Sam and Freddie? Doesn't go in the same sentence. I almost dropped to my knees in confusion, but I somehow managed to maintain enough balance to stay standing.
I slowly closed the door, then opened it again. There was no way that Sam and Freddie were kissing. It had to be someone else.
Not wanting to be a pervert and watch them kiss, I quickly closed the door, so that they wouldn't hear the creak of it's metal hinges.
It took me a while to unfreeze. Maybe Tasha was right. Maybe everyone else was wrong. Or maybe it's Melanie... and some other guy. Yeah, that makes more sense.
I backed away from the door, still not sure I had seen correctly. Tripping over something behind me, I did a somersault in the air and hit my head against something, hard.
Then, the room went black.
I heard a slight creak a something opening, then a tiny click, which woke me up. Spencer was entering.
"Hey, Gibster!" he exclaimed surprised I was still here; I had started to become a frequent presence in the Shay's apartment since last year, just like Sam and Freddie.
I shook my head, similar to a dog wagging his wet, furry head to rid the droplets of water dripping off of its hair. Sam and Freddie. Something happened. I remember something happened, but I couldn't remember what it was. Good job, Gibby. You don't deserve to be shirtless.
"Why are you on the ground?" he asked.
"Good question," I replied, not sure either.
He had a brown paper bag full of the lotion he had bought. Not wanting to stand up, I realized I still had the camera clutched in my hand, so I crawled over to the kitchen counter that Spence and I had attempted to fix weeks ago, rose on my knees, and dropped it there.
OW! A sudden pain filled my the back of my head. I wonder what I did to injure it that badly. It must have been bad, because I couldn't remember what happened a couple minutes before I hurt my head. All I can remember was that I was texting Tasha, and then I played around with Freddie's camera.
"Um, I'm gonna go," I told Spencer. Maybe my mom could give me some medication that hasn't melted in this heat, and my headache would vanish.
"Wait! Don't go through that door!" he cried with desperation, as though if I used that choice of an exit, I would be sucked into a huge, mighty black hole that could destroy humanity and the earth, and then the universe.
"Why not?" I asked, still rubbing my head vigoriously.
"Sam, Freddie, Carly, and some other girl are out there," he said. "And apparently Carly's mad at Sam and Freddie. And Sam and Freddie are holding hands."
He said each statement slowly, as though he wasn't sure if what he saw was true or not either. "And," he continued, "when my sister's mad, you really should stay out of the way." That was true. Carly must be getting influence from Sam.
His words floated around in my head. It took me a couple seconds to realize the meaning of them. "Wait, Sam and Freddie were HOLDING HANDS?" I questioned him incredulously, like a policemen interrogating the suspected criminal. He looked alarmed at my sudden surprise and ferocity, but all of a sudden I received a little vision in my head: Sam and Freddie, outside his apartment, kissing.
That is what happened, that's what I saw before I hit my head! Oh my gosh, Sam and Freddie are dating! Tasha was right! Why wasn't Spencer more surprised?
"Yeah," he said stiffly, probably worried I might attack him. "But I bet they were playing some kind of practical joke. It couldn't be-"
"SAM AND FREDDIE ARE DATING!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. [A/N: Haha... iThink They Kissed repeat!]
"What?" he asked, probably not catching a word I was saying.
"Before you came home, I saw Freddie and Sam, kissing outside his apartment, then I hit my head! That's why I was on the ground!"
"Are you sure you didn't hit your head too hard?" he asked.
"No, I actually saw them kissing!" I yelled. Maybe I was being kinda melodramatic, but I bumped my head, have a headache, and I'm not sure what's going on.
"I don't know Gib," he said, backing away. I guess I'm a little intimidating when I shout. Freddie seemed scared once, when I threatened to beat him up. "Maybe lotion can help with your headache.
I sighed. I didn't really want to leave just yet, I but at the same time, I wanted to be at home, where (I hoped) the air conditioning worked. But hanging with Spencer was really my "guy time." Freddie is usually with his two girl best friends.
So instead of going over to the elevator, I took his advice, started rifling through the stuff he bought. I was mainly bottle filled with the peach-colored lotion we loved. It was amazing. It smelt so good, and could solve almost anything. Sadly, no one agrees with us.
Feeling through the bag, my fingers touched some kind of tube, mixed in with all of the bottles. I pulled it out, and there it was, a tube of ointment.
"That's... uh... for Freddie," the 28 year old guy answered my unspoken question for me. "Um... his mom asked me to buy it."
"Uh huh," I replied sarcastically.
Unconsiously, I lay down on the couch. I guess I needed some rest.
Wow, what kind of day was this? The hottest and most dramatic day ever. Probably something you'd find on a fanfiction site.
Closing my eyes, I could already feel myself calming down, relaxing, as I stretched out of the comfy pillows of the Shay's couch.
This was probably all a dream. I mean, Sam and Freddie? What are the chances?
Finally, we get to know what Spencer and Gibby were doing!
Oh, and please read my new Victorious story, I put it up yesterday :P
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