AN-Hey! Late shout-out to Onepiecex3, who got the song that Spencer was singing two chapters ago!
Cheese
"So?" Carly said, smiling happily and coming over to Sam and Freddie. "You guys having fun?"
Carly had thrown a big New Years Eve party at her and Spencer's apartment. She had been planing it for weeks, all to try and get the attention of one cute boy who she had just moved into the building.
"Yeah," Sam nodded, Freddie's arms wrapped around her. "Nice party, Carls."
"Well, we haven't seen much of it, Sam's refusing to leave the refreshments table," Freddie chuckled.
"There's like nine different types of cheese here!" Sam defended.
"Do you think Matt is having a good time?" Carly asked, craning a neck to try and see her crush. "I've been talking to him and he says he has, but I don't know if he means that, or is just saying that to be nice..."
"I'm sure he's having a blast," Freddie assured her.
"Hey, what are we all talking about here?" Gibby asked, joining the group.
"Carly's freaking out over a guy, what else is new?" Sam said, stuffing a cracker with a fancy French cheese into her mouth.
"Where's Tasha?" Freddie asked Gibby.
"Bathroom," he replied. "She's says she wants to fix her lip gloss for the big midnight kiss coming up in half and hour."
"Oh my God, there's only thirty minutes left?" Carly exclaimed. "Okay, guys, we need to start going over the game plan!"
"Game plan?" Sam repeated.
"I need to make sure that when midnight comes, there are no other girls around Matt so that he has no choice but to kiss me," Carly said. "Since the whole mistletoe incident didn't work out at my Christmas party..."
"Hey, Carly, isn't that guy over there the dude you've been freaking out over for the past three weeks?" Spencer asked, walking over to the refreshment table. "The one who has three girls chatting him up?"
"No!" Carly moaned. "No! This can't be happening! I planned this party so carefully! I bought nine cheeses off the Internet!"
"Wow, I'm glad I already have a date," Spencer said. "My girlfriend Viktoria just stepped outside to make a call. Isn't she hot?"
"Dude, you've asked us that question about thirty times tonight," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure she's a Russian spy," Gibby said, dipping a chip into a bowl of guacamole.
"What?" Spencer scoffed. "She can't be a spy! She's too hot!"
"I dunno man, I usually have good instincts when it comes to these things," Gibby shrugged.
"If you want, Carls, I can go 'talk' to those girls," Sam suggested, giving Gibby a weird look.
"No way, Sam," Freddie said firmly. "You've gone five months without causing any random strangers physical pain, you don't want to ruin the streak now."
"But I'm helping a friend, baby!" Sam pointed out. She turned back to Carly. "What do you say, Carls?"
"Sam, I don't want you hurting anyone tonight," Carly said, still looking at the three girls flirting with Matt. "But, I mean, if you were to get rid of them without causing them any bodily harm..."
"I'm on it," Sam said, setting down her cup and hurrying over to the girls.
"Carly!" Freddie exclaimed. "You made her break the five month streak!"
"Freddie, I haven't had a boyfriend in ten months, and here we are, on New Years Eve and I have no one to kiss!" Carly said. "I'm desperate, okay! Just enjoy the party and try not to think of what Sam might be doing to get those guys away from Matt."
"How can I enjoy the party? You sent my girlfriend away," he mumbled.
"Believe it or not, there are other things to do besides shove your tongue down her throat," Carly said.
"Gross! Images!" Spencer cringed. "But hey, if you're bored, I can tell you all about my hot girlfriend, Viktoria!"
"The Russian spy," Gibby said.
"Gibby!"
"Hey, hey, how's it going?" T-Bo asked, walking over to the group. "Cool party."
"Thanks," Carly smiled. "Um, why do you have a giant stick?"
"You can't expect me to start the new year eating food not on a stick?" T-Bo said, grabbing a finger sandwich and sliding it onto the stick. "Oh and hey! This is my date, Veronica."
A pretty blonde woman joined T-Bo's side.
"Wait, Veronica!" Spencer exclaimed, realizing that this woman used to be the bag girl he dated. "You're dating T-Bo now?"
"Well, yeah," Veronica said, a bit uncomfortable in the current situation. "He doesn't wear suits all the time, or fake his own death. Plus, he gives me free smoothies."
"Oh well, that's nice," Spencer said, clearly thinking quite the opposite in his head. "I'm dating someone new too. Her name's Viktoria."
"She's a-" Gibby began, but Spencer quickly stuffed a pig in a blanket in his mouth.
"Oh, where is she?" Veronica asked.
"Um, outside, making a phone call," Spencer said. "But she's real, I swear!"
"Hey," Freddie said. "Where'd Sam and those girls go?"
"I dunno," Carly frowned, looking around the room. "But look! Matt's not talking to anyone! Time to make my move." She ran over to Matt.
"Five minutes until midnight!" someone called. "Everyone better couple up!"
"Hey, Gibby!" Tasha said, hurrying over to Gibby and throwing her arms around him. "You ready for our big midnight kiss? I'm so excited and-"
"Play it cool, babe," Gibby said smoothly.
"Oh look! There's Viktoria!" Spencer said, spotting his date walking into the room and rushing over to her.
Freddie looked around the room for his own girlfriend, but he couldn't spot Sam anywhere.
"Carly," he said, pulling her away from Matt, who was laughing at something she just said.
"Freddie!" she hissed, pulling her arm out of his grasp. "What did you do that for? Midnight's in three minutes and-"
"Sam's still not back yet," Freddie said. "Who am I supposed to kiss at midnight?"
"Well, I'm sure she'll be back any minute," Carly assured him.
"You'd better be right," Freddie mumbled.
"Don't worry," Carly said. "Sam wouldn't leave you hanging on New Years Eve." She gave him one last reassuring smile before joining Matt again.
"One minute!" someone in the crowd called.
Freddie pulled out his pearphone and quickly dialed Sam's number, but there was no answer.
"Thirty seconds!"
Everyone had coupled up at this point, and Freddie was painfully aware of the many eyes staring at the lone single individual in the room.
"Fifteen seconds!"
Where was Sam? He had been looking forward to getting to kiss her at midnight for weeks now.
"Ten!" the crowed began to countdown. "Nine! Eight! Seven!"
It looked like he was going to have to start the New Year kissless and alone. Just like last year.
"Six! Five! Four!"
Carly and Matt were close together now, leaning in. Well, at least Carly finally got her guy...
"Three! Two!"
Some New Years this turned out to be, Freddie thought miserably to himself.
"One!"
Suddenly, he felt someone grab his shoulders and spin him around, and his lips connected with another soft, familiar pair.
He heard cheers and cries from the crowd around him as the new year rolled in, but at that moment, all Freddie could concentrate on were the fireworks that were going off inside of him. The same ones that erupted every time him and Sam kissed.
"Hey," he grinned when they finally pulled apart. "You made it."
"You didn't think I'd miss the big midnight kiss, did you?" Sam chuckled.
"I've got to admit, you had me a little worried," Freddie laughed. "But I'm glad you got here in time. But, um, what did you do to those three girls?"
"Well..." Sam said mysteriously.
"Please tell me you didn't hurt them," Freddie pleaded.
"Relax, I didn't," Sam told him. "But they might just wake up in a few hours very confused and on a bus to Quebec. Hey, is there any more of that French cheese left?"
Freddie rolled his eyes as his girlfriend pulled him once more over to the refreshments. Just then, though, as couples began to pull apart from one another, the apartment door slammed open and two men in suits came in.
"Um, can I help you?" Carly frowned.
"Yes, we're with the CIA," one of the men said, pulling out badge. "And we have information that Viktoria Gorchavek is here."
The girl Spencer had his arm around gasped and pulled a tiny device out of her bag and dropped it onto the floor, filling the room with smoke.
"What just happened?" Sam coughed when the smoke finally began to dissolve after a moment.
"Hey, Viktoria's gone!" Freddie said, looking around the room.
"Why's the CIA looking for her?" Spencer asked the two men.
"We have proof that she has been feeding top secret information from this country back to Russia," one men said.
"In other words, she's been spying on this country for nearly a year," the other said.
"What?" Spencer exclaimed. "But-But she's so hot!"
"Yes, she also uses her looks to woo in stupid Americans and empty out their bank accounts," the first man said. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a spy to catch."
"Well, at least you only had like sixteen bucks in your bank account," Carly said to her brother as the CIA agents left.
"I can't believe I was like five feet away from a real Russian spy and I didn't even get her autograph!" Sam moaned.
"Well," Gibby said smugly, crossing his arms. "Looks like somebody was right about somebody's girlfriend being a Russian spy, now wasn't he?"
"Gibby!" Spencer exclaimed.
