Feel

"So if a tomato is a fruit," Spencer said, holding a tomato up and examining it. "Then what exactly is a cucumber?"

"What?" Sam frowned.

"A cucumber's a vegetable," Freddie said.

"That's what everyone said about the tomato though," Spencer said. "But then they decided that since it has seeds, it's a fruit. But then what does that make red pepper? If a red pepper is a fruit, that just totally throws the theory of fruit being sweet out the window. But then again, so would the lemon…Ah! Why do fruits have to be so complicated?"

"See, this here is the reason you need a real job," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

The front door of the apartment suddenly slammed open and Carly, carrying a large, heavy box, staggered in.

"What's in the box?" Freddie asked as Carly, panting, wiped the streams of sweat from her face.

"Oh nothing, just the five tons of iCarly props we ordered last week that were delivered today," Carly snapped. "Why didn't any of you come down to help me when I called your phones?"

"Because we were too busy listening to Spencer going through a fruit crisis," Sam replied.

"Carly, wouldn't you say the cucumber's a fruit if a tomato is one?" Spencer asked.

"I don't care," Carly said. "I just lugged this box up eight flights of stairs and know I'm all sweaty and gross."

"Why didn't you take the elevator?" Freddie asked.

"Because Lewbert was working on the elevator down in the lobby," Carly explained. "Now will you guys please help me get this box into our elevator so we can unload it in the studio?"

"I don't lift heavy things," Sam said. "Unless it's a thirty pound ham."

"I'll help you," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "While Sam sits there and fantasizes about food." Freddie headed over and tried to pick up the box, but even with his recently acquired muscles, he still had difficulty.

"Spencer! A little help here!" he gasped.

"Squash has seeds too, doesn't it?" Spencer frowned. "But that can't be a fruit, I mean, you can't have squash smoothies…Or can you?"

"Oh for the love of chiz," Sam said, getting up and grabbing the box easily from Freddie. "I could've gotten that," Freddie mumbled.

"Yeah, sure you could've," Sam said. "Dude, you'd think those soy protein shake things your mom makes you drink would've at least given you a little physical strength."

"Hey, it's taking you longer to beat me at arm wrestling now," Freddie pointed out. "Almost four seconds!"

"Guys come on, let's just get up to the studio and unload all this stuff," Carly said. "We can discuss Freddie's lack of physical strength later."

Freddie indignantly pressed the button for the elevator.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Spencer asked, snapping out of his daze.

"To the studio," Carly replied as the teens stepped into the elevator.

"Well don't leave me alone!" Spencer exclaimed, rushing in with them. "I still think that spider's hiding by the computer!"

"Honestly, are both you men total whimps?" Sam said, shaking her head as the elevator doors slid shut. She glanced over at Freddie. "Of course I use the word men loosely."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Freddie exclaimed.

"It means that-" Sam started, but she was interrupted as the elevator gave a mighty shake, and stopped moving.

"Um, what just happened?" Carly frowned.

"I think the elevator broke," Spencer said.

"Aw man, Lewbert must've done something to the wiring while he was fixing the elevator downstairs," Carly groaned.

"So we're stuck in here?" Sam asked.

"Looks like it," Freddie said. "And unfortunately, from the blueprints I studied of the building a few years ago, I think that the wirings pretty complicated, and can take-"

"I am not going to be stuck in here listening to this," Sam said firmly.

"We're not going to be stuck in here," Carly said, pulling out her pearphone. "We're going to call for help and-Hey! Where the heck is my signal?"

"Yeah, I don't get signal either," Spencer said. "Crab…I should've stayed downstairs and faced the spider!"

"Well how long are we going to be in here?" Sam asked.

"Until someone realizes we're stuck in here," Freddie sighed, leaning against the steal walls.

"Man," Sam moaned, sitting down.

"Could this stupid elevator be any more cramped?" Carly mumbled, looking around the elevator. "This is the worst place we could possibly be trapped."

"Tell me about it," Sam and Freddie muttered simultaneously.

Carly and Spencer exchanged glances.

"Wait, why's it so bad for you two?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah, neither of you two have a fear of tiny cramped spaces," Carly said. "Oh my God, I swear these walls feel like they're closing in on us!"

Sam and Freddie allowed themselves to glance at each other for the shortest second. But that second was all it took for them to understand why exactly this elevator was so uncomfortable for them, and it had nothing to do with the tiny space they were in.

Spencer sat down next to his little sister and tried to calm her down.

"Er, should we try to do something?" Freddie whispered to Sam as he watched Spencer and Carly.

"Nah, Spence's got this," Sam mumbled, not looking at him. "She's calming down."

"Oh, yeah," Freddie nodded. "It looks like she is…"

"Yup."

They glanced over at Carly and Spencer again.

"You know," Freddie whispered after a moment. "Its been a year."

Sam didn't have to ask what he meant. "I know."

The two were silent for a moment. The only sound in the elevator was Carly's moans about how much she hated the elevator.

"I still mean it," Freddie said, catching Sam off guard.

Sam blinked and stared over at Freddie, who was wearing a small smile. "I really do."

The corners of Sam's mouth curled up. "So do I."