Carly approached me and I could tell from how she was scrambling through the crowd that I was about to get it.
"SAM! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE?" She screeched.
"I sort of—"
"GOT INTO A FIGHT? Can't you just be a decent lady for one day? Just one day? Have you ever thought how important this party was to—"
Darien cut her off, "Carly, its okay. Sam, that was amazing! You are my idol!"
Carly, Freddie and I all turned our heads towards him and said, "Huh?"
He smiled, "Come to my room, I'll explain everything there," he started walking towards the DJ booth and said through the microphone, "It's all good, guys. Just continue with the party and have a good time."
The DJ put the music back on and everybody went back to their juking and grinding and slow dancing.
I will never understand how people could do different kinds of dancing to a certain song… I know there are a lot of dances, but dude. Slow dancing is not something you do to rap or R&B or rock!
Darien led us up to his room and as he sat down on his bed, Carly sat in his lap.
Man, that girl just loves going from guy to guy.
"Are we missing something here?" Freddie asked.
"Oh, yeah. Darien and I are going out, now. Anyways! Sam, why'd you get into a fight now? And don't tell me that she stole your bacon or canola," Carly chattered.
"She didn't steal my bacon," I rolled my eyes, "She kept talking smack about me and Freddie and I kind of blew up and you see that little of me that you would think that I'd get into a fight over bacon?"
I just took what Freddie said to me before he asked me out. Gee, he must be rubbing off on me.
Then, again, we've been rubbing off on each other for a while, without even noticing… Well… I sort of noticed.
"Well?" Carly urged.
God, this was getting annoying.
"I was fighting her, because she kept talking about me and Freddie. It wasn't just behind our backs, but to our faces about how we're not going to last and all that stuff."
Obviously, Carly would never understand why that would affect me. Not to be mean or anything, but she wouldn't understand because she has never been with a guy long enough to understand how I feel about Freddie.
I know Freddie and I have only been going out for 3 and a half hours, but he was my best friend before we started going out and Carly has only gone out with random hot guys that she just met or found attractive.
Sure, I did that with Jonah, but it was because he was funny and had a sense humor. The guys that Carls has gone out with were just based on their appearance. Like Jake! He was cute, but his singing sounded worst than a messed up muffler.
Really, I don't mean to be bashing on Carly, but I just hate it when she judges me when she hasn't for once ever looked at the choices she's ever made.
I understand that I don't make the best choices when it comes to personal stuff and my appearance, but just because Carly has good grades, has better hygiene, doesn't mean that she's any smarter than a pickle.
"God, Sam, can't you just rein in your ego for one day and stop trying to prove that your size doesn't mean you're not tough? Everyone in Ridgeway knows you're tough, you don't have to prove it to anyone, especially those who don't matter in life," Carly lectured.
I rolled my eyes, "It has nothing to do with my ego and I don't care what people think of me. I'm not shallow like that. I have my own reasons and they may not make sense to me, but they do to me and that's all that matters."
Carly narrowed her eyes, "So you're saying I'm shallow because I care about what people think of me and you and Freddie?"
Yes!
"No," I lied, "I'm just saying that I'm not like those preppy girls and jocks that you see who only care about being known for being the most popular. That stuff means nothing to me because someday, all that's going to be taken away and no one's going to acknowledge that."
Okay, so maybe I was thinking both ways that Carly and those "popular crowds" are shallow for always caring about what people think.
"Sure, whatever," she rolled her eyes, "So what are those reasons that made you blow up on Tiffany?"
I pursed my lips, "You wouldn't understand."
"Says who?"
"Says Sam," Freddie interjected, "Carly, you've never had a constant boyfriend. No offense, but you really are shallow and for being Sam's 'best friend', you really suck at seeing that she was lying when she said you weren't. I know I'm being a total douche bag to you about this, but haven't you ever noticed that every guy you've ever dated, you don't know beforehand? They're always just random cute or hot guys that you meet and start making out with because of their appearance."
Go, Fredwad! He pretty much took the words right from out of my mouth.
"Who are you to talk, Freddie? You went out with Valerie, who was just some random iCarly fan who happened to go to our school, Sabrina, a tall girl you just met because she was Gibby's cousin and met her through webcam."
"Carly—" Chris said.
"Shut up, Chris. Stay out of this unless you're part of iCarly," Carly hissed.
Why the fudge is Carly being so snobby?
"What's wrong with you, Carls?" I narrowed my eyes at her, "Why are you being such a snob? So I got into a fight why does that even surprise you? You're not my mom; you didn't raise me or any of that, so don't expect me to be anything like you. You and I became best friends for a whole different reason."
"I'm not being a snob. I just don't understand why you can't go without fighting and giving me a legitimate reason."
"She won't give you the legit reason because you would never understand where she's coming from!" Freddie exclaimed.
"It's not like Sam does any better with boyfriends," Carly hissed.
"Excuse me, Carly, but I've only had about 5 boyfriends in my life and I knew them all pretty well. I didn't base them on their looks either. You can tell by looking at who I'm dating right now," I teased Freddie.
"Hey!" he said offended.
"You know I love you," I smiled.
"Alright, name one person that you've dated that's better than the guys I've dated," She challenged.
"Pete."
"How?" Carly interjected.
"He liked me for me and was okay with dating me even though I wasn't willing to kiss him."
"So? Just because of that you think that—"
Carly was about to start a war. I could feel it, but Chris interrupted her, "Carly, calm down. Sam, I'm happy that you beat Tiffany up. She may be my step sister, but she is a wretched girl, when we were little, she would blame me on everything and mess up my homework just because I finished before her. Our parents never laid or yelled at her because they knew she would ignore them, run away, hide, or do whatever that would make them feel guilty, so she was untouchable. Basically, she was always competitive and a total skunk bag. You beating her up just gave her the punishment she deserved. Thank you.
As for you Carly, I never knew you were like this. I agree with Freddie and Sam on this as much as I like you. And I'm not so sure how this is going to work out when you are so stubborn about what you think. You are also so closed minded about what Sam feels. If you were really Sam's best friend, you would try to look at things from her perspective and until you can fix this about yourself… I think we should put this relationship on hold, even though we've only been going out for the past… One hour. But for now… I think you should just go."
He put his hands in his pockets and looked down.
"But, Chris…" Carly was tearing.
I knew what she was trying to do. It was what was always happening to me; looking for the right words that would never come out.
Carly bit her bottom lip and turned and ran out of the room.