iWork For Spencer
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Ch 29
iThink Something's Going On
Carly and Spencer just stared at the bizarre sculpture that towered in their living room. Carly, Sam, Freddie, and Spencer all lugged the thing back into the Shay's apartment a couple of hours before. Sam and Freddie had left, but Carly and Spencer just kept looking at the sculpture. It wasn't every day you saw something as weird as this. Yes, Spencer's sculptures were very weird indeed, but the three sculptures that Sam and Freddie made surpassed that weirdness with a weirdness of a completely different brand. Some may call it indescribable, others may call it harmonious in a chaotic sort-of-way, and then there are those who would call it teen-age love.
Whatever the case was for Carly and Spencer, it was clear that they were equally confused and awed by the work. Spencer chuckled and shook his head at the work that the two teens had done, but Carly was tormented. She could not figure this out.
All she knew was that Sam and Freddie were making weird romantic sculptures, they had been acting very strange around each other, and Freddie was no longer with the very girl he had tried to woo since the sixth grade. The only conclusion that she could come up with, though the very thought scared her, was that they had feelings for each other.
Carly did have to admit though, she would be really happy if her two best friends started to go out. Sam deserved someone that would treat her well. Yes, Sam and Freddie fought more times than Carly could count and they were mean to each other consistently, but Freddie has shown in the past that he does care about Sam and that she is important to him. Sam also has shown that she cares for Freddie in the past, though she had a funny way of showing that she cared. Freddie deserved someone who wouldn't straight out push him away. Sure, Sam has told Freddie many times that he would never get a girlfriend, but Sam has always given Freddie a kind of attention that no girl ever has, well, except for his mom.
Was Carly jealous? No. Was she upset that her two best friends could be hiding feelings for each other and she had no idea about it? Yes. Was she going to interfere with their personal lives? Being as girly and lovey-dovey as Carly, she probably would. Carly was just about as dramatic as one could get. To be prissy and dramatic is a deadly combination that just makes one want to go off the deep end. It is a design that makes people spill their guts. Truly it is what fuels gossip.
Carly knew that she would have to confront her friends, but Freddie had already dodged her trap. Carly had to go after Sam to get what she wanted, though it more than likely cost her in the end.
Almost in answer to her wishes, Sam walked through the door.
"Sup, peeps," Sam said.
"Hey Sam," Carly said, "Do you mind if we talk alone?"
"Sure," Sam said and then she turned to Spencer, "You have ten seconds to get your flat-butt over to Freddie's."
"But I don't want to go over to Freddie's," Spencer said.
"Ten, nine…," Sam started.
"Okay," Spencer said, "I'm going to Freddie's."
"Eight, seven…," Sam continued.
"Bye sis," Spencer called as he ran out the door.
"Why did you send him to Freddie's?" Carly asked.
"Freddie's mom will keep Spencer busy while you talk to me," Sam said.
"Couldn't we have just gone upstairs?" Carly asked.
"It insures privacy," Sam said, "Now talk."
"Well," Carly began, "uh, it's a little complicated. Uhm, I wanted to talk to you about the sculptures you made with Freddie."
"What about them?" Sam asked.
"Well, they kind of send out messages," Carly said.
"What kind of messages?" Sam asked again.
"That you and Freddie might have feelings for each other," Carly said nervously.
"What!" Sam shouted, "You think I feel something for the king of nubs?"
Carly nodded her head slowly. Sam looked at Carly in shock and horror. Both girls had fear in their eyes. Carly's fear was that everything was about to go black, Sam's fear was her feelings.
"Carly," Sam said quietly, "I have to go."
Sam turned and walked to the door.
"You never answered my question!" Carly shouted.
Sam stopped in her tracks but didn't turn to face Carly.
"What question?" Sam asked.
"Did you like that kiss you had with Freddie?" Carly asked with a bit of courage, or stupidity, whichever you want to call it.
Sam felt a very red and warm blush appear across her face.
"Again," Sam said, "I have to go."
Sam walked out the door and bumped into Freddie after she closed it.
"Hey Sam," Freddie said and then examined her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Sam said, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Carly's in one of her moods."
"The mood where she is upset about the secrets you are keeping from her, or the mood where she thinks she's right because you two are in another fight?" Freddie asked.
"The first one," Sam said.
"Ah," Freddie said, "So what did she ask you?"
"It's not important," Sam said, "Just don't go in there. I think she might try to pry something out of you also."
Freddie nodded.
"Actually," Sam said, "I need you to come with me."
"Carly must think I know what you are hiding from her, doesn't she?" Freddie asked.
"Probably," Sam said.
"And why can't I talk to her?" Freddie asked.
"Freddie," Sam said, "if you're my friend, you question this. Please, just come on. I need your help."
"Alright Sam," Freddie said softly.
The two swiftly exited the Bushwell while Spencer went back into his apartment.
"Hey kid-o," Spencer said to his sister, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Carly said, "I just think there is something weird going on with Sam and Freddie."
"Why don't you ask them," Spencer said, "I overheard them talking, and they are going over to the park."
"Really?" Carly asked in excitement.
"Yeah," Spencer said.
"Thanks Spence," Calry said as she ran out the door.
Meanwhile, at the park, Freddie was buying some ice cream for Sam.
"So what did you need my help with?" Freddie asked.
"Are you really over Carly?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Freddie said, "Why do you ask?"
"I just needed to," Sam said.
"Okay," Freddie said, "Now will answer my question?"
"Carly was asking me questions and saying things to me that the both of us would consider dangerous," Sam said.
"What did she say?" Freddie asked.
"Did you like our kiss?" Sam asked.
Freddie stopped in his tracks. A blush appeared over his face and then quickly went away due to the question.
"Carly asked you about the kiss?" Freddie asked.
"Yes," Sam said, "but now I'm asking you about it."
"Yeah," Freddie said, "I did. What about you?"
"Yeah," Sam whispered.
"What else did she ask?" Freddie asked.
"If we had feelings for each other," Sam said.
"Did you laugh?" Freddie asked.
"What?" Sam asked back.
"Did you laugh when she asked you that question?" Freddie asked again.
"No," Sam said, "I didn't. I just turned around and started to leave, but then Carly asked me about the kiss. The question stopped me for a moment, but then I walked out the door and bumped into you."
"So what made Carly ask those questions?" Freddie asked.
"She said it had something to do with the sculptures we made," Sam said.
"Alright Sam," Freddie said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"You are going to ask me to not talk to Carly about any of this, aren't you?" Freddie asked back.
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Then I will respect that," Freddie said.
"Thanks," Sam said.
Freddie nodded and then turned around to leave.
"Freddie," Sam called.
"Yeah?" Freddie asked and turned back around to face Sam.
"Would you have liked me if I was anything like Carly?" Sam asked.
Freddie walked over to Sam and drew closer to her ear.
"If you were anything like Carly," Freddie whispered, "I would be more heart-broken and lonely than anyone else on the planet. I like you just the way you are."
Sam felt her heart beat faster. She knew that the nub was telling the truth. He cared for her. Sam wished that she was like Carly many times before, but Freddie gave a reason to feel good about herself. Freddie liked Sam for Sam. Sam felt her face turn a crimson red. Freddie smiled at her and then he left.
Carly was looking at her friends from a distance. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but the blushes and they way they were acting around each other heightened her suspicions. Carly had to get some kind of information out of them. This was a secret that bigger than any secret that she could think of, and she had to get it out into the open.
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