Pillow

"Hello, Carly, Spencer," Freddie said brightly, walking into the Shay's apartment. "Isn't it a beautiful day today?"

"We're in the middle of a giant thunderstorm," Spencer pointed out just as a streak of lightning flashed through the window.

"Oh, well it feels like a beautiful day, doesn't it?" Freddie shrugged, plopping himself down on the couch.

"Why's he so happy?" Spencer whispered to Carly. "It's kind of freaking me out."

"He's just being dramatic," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Sam's in Utah for the weekend so Freddie's rudely celebrating."

"I'm not being rude," Freddie said. "Rude is giving someone fourteen wedgies in a single hour. Rude is filling someone's sneakers with cat litter. Rude is trading someone's Pearphone for a brick. But with Sam safely out of the state this weekend, I'm not gonna have to deal with any of that! It's gonna be great!"

"Why's Sam in Utah?" Spencer asked.

"Her mom got arrested there," Carly replied.

"Ah."

"Two and a half days of peace," Freddie sighed, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "It's more than I could ever dream of."

"Well I'm glad you're all chipper, I'm stuck without my best friend for a whole weekend," Carly said. "Sam and I were supposed to hang out! I bought new nail polish and cookie dough just for the occasion!"

"Hey, no worries, you can hang out with me," Freddie said. "I have nothing to do this weekend either. You know, other than not have chili dumped down my shirt."

"Okay, I guess that could be fun," Carly said. "What do you want to do?"

"Well," Freddie started. "We could-"

Just then there was a knock at the front door.

"Who is that?" Carly asked.

"Oh, that's my lunch!" Spencer said excitedly. "I ordered a meatball sub!"

He opened the front door and the deliveryman standing outside instantly shoved a large bag into his arms.

"Here you go, forty meatballs," the man said. "That will be fifty-five bucks."

"What?" Spencer exclaimed. "Fifty-five bucks? I ordered one meatball sub!"

"No, our order said you ordered forty meatballs," the man said.

"Well that's wrong!" Spencer said. "I'm not paying for forty meatballs."

"Sir, if you don't pay me, we're going to have to charge your credit card ourselves," the man said. "That's why you entered the number when you placed the order for the forty meatballs."

"I never placed an order for-ugh! Okay, let me just go down to the restaurant and talk to your manager," Spencer conceded.

"Oh, we don't have a manager," the man said.

"How can you not have a manager?" Spencer frowned.

"Like this," the man shrugged.

"I-But you-"

"Sir, I have other deliveries to make," the deliveryman said. "If you pay me, I'll just have to take it out of your credit card like I said. And of course that will also include a twenty dollar fee and-"

"Fine, fine!" Spencer said, grabbing his wallet and thrusting a few bills into the man's hand. "But just know that I'm never ordering anything from you guys again!"

"Alright," the deliveryman shrugged. "Enjoy your meatballs."

"I will not!" Spencer yelled, slamming the door behind him.

"How could you order forty meatballs without knowing it?" Carly asked.

"I didn't!" Spencer moaned. "Great. Now what am I going to do with all these meatballs? They didn't even put them in sub form for me!"

"So go buy some bread," Carly suggested.

"Well I don't have a choice now, do I?" Spencer huffed. "But still, I'm still gonna have so many leftover meatballs!"

"Figures this happens when Sam's not here to eat them all," Carly chuckled.

"I knew I should've ordered Chinese instead," Spencer mumbled darkly, grabbing his keys.

"Well, guess we should throw all these extra meatballs away before they go bad," Carly said as her brother stormed off.

"Hey, wait, that's what we can do today!" Freddie said. "Meat Golf!"

"Meat Golf?" Carly repeated. "What is that?"

"It's, you know, golf with meat," Freddie said. "It's super fun!"

"What's fun about golfing with meatballs?" Carly asked.

"Everything!" Freddie said, grabbing two golf clubs that were conveniently sitting by Spencer's bookshelf. "Alright, all you have to do is putt one of those meatballs into a cup or something."

"Um, okay," Carly said, taking one of the golf clubs as Freddie set up a cup on the floor.

"I'll go easy on you, because I'm getting pretty good at this game," Freddie said, grabbing a spare meatball.

"You mean you've actually played this game before?"

"Oh yeah," Freddie nodded. "Sam and I play it all the time."

"Is that why there's always meat stains on my carpet?" Carly asked.

"Er, maybe," Freddie said quickly. "Anyway, you can go first, Carls!"

"Um, alright," Carly said, still looking skeptical. She stepped in front of the meatball and hit it with her golf club, sending it rolling and stopping a few inches away from the cup.

"Oh, rough start, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon," Freddie said.

"I just don't see what's so fun about this," Carly said. "If you want to golf why don't we just go to an actual mini golf course? There's one next to the mall."

"What? Meat Golf is way better than mini golf!" Freddie argued.

"I just don't see the fun of it," Carly said. "Can't we do something else? Let's go down to the Groovy Smoothie or something."

"But-But we have a whole pile of meatballs!" Freddie said.

"Dude…"

"Fine," Freddie sighed. "I guess we can pass up Meat Golf. Let's go get those smoothies."

"Great, just give me twenty minutes to go get ready," Carly said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you can't expect me to go out in this can you?" Carly chuckled.

Freddie looked at her jeans and penny-T. "What's wrong with that?"

"These are clothes I wear if I'm not going to be leaving the apartment," Carly said, rolling her eyes at his cluelessness. "I can't be seen by actual people in them! What if my future husband is down at the Groovy Smoothie?"

"Well if he's your future husband, shouldn't he be fine seeing you in your 'apartment clothes'?"

"Now is not the time for logic, Freddie!" Carly snapped. "I'll be quick, I swear. Just wait down here."

"Fine," Freddie sighed, flopping back down on the couch. "A little waiting won't ruin my good mood, after all."

Unfortunately for Freddie, 'a little waiting' turned into nearly an hour. By the time Carly finally returned downstairs, now dressed in a new dress and donning a new coat of make-up, Freddie was dozing off, barely keeping his eyes open.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Carly said happily. "See, told you I'd be quick."

"You took an hour!" Freddie said, sputtering awake.

"Well I had to find shoes that matched this dress," Carly said, grabbing her purse.

Freddie refrained from rolling his eyes as he got to his feet. He was all too used to having to wait for Carly to get ready before the friends go on outings, but normally he didn't notice exactly how long Carly took because he would have a certain blonde waiting alongside him to distract him.

Whatever, it's still gonna be a good weekend! Freddie thought to himself as him and Carly left the apartment. I'll take waiting around for an hour over an atomic wedgie any day.

…..

"You know, I've got to say, today turned out to be pretty fun," Carly said later that evening as her and Freddie returned to the Shay's apartment. "Right?"

"Um…sure," Freddie said lamely.

"We saw a movie, got some good food, did some shopping…" Carly recounted happily. "All in all, it was a successful Saturday."

"Yup…" Freddie mumbled half-heartedly.

Truth be told, he had a different view of the day's activities. The chick-flick that Carly had forced them to go see was absolutely terrible. Normally when the friends would go see a movie as a group, Sam would put her foot down and make sure that they stay cleared of anything that could be labeled a chick-flick.

After the movie, Carly had insisted that they get food at a new salad place that had just opened up; a place that Sam would've never let the trio step foot in. Normally, Freddie enjoyed eating out because it meant he got a break from his mother's health food. But this salad place served the exact dishes his mother would've made for him if he had stayed home. There was nothing on their menu that sounded nearly as good as the ribs or wings that they would've gotten if Sam had been there.

And of course shopping with Carly was a nightmare. And with nobody with him to pass the time by seeing how many churros they could eat in the food court, the trip dragged on more than usual.

Somehow the day that he had believed would be one of his best turned out to be one of his worst.

"What should we do tomorrow?" Carly asked. "I mean it will be pretty hard to top today, but still…"

"Um, maybe we could-"

"Oh, I know!" Carly said. "We could go to the new perfume store! They're going to be having a huge sale!"

"Perfume store?" Freddie repeated. "Um, Carls, no offense, but that sounds a little…lame."

"Oh don't worry, they have two whole shelves of men's cologne in the back for you to look at," Carly assured him.

"Great…" Freddie sighed. "I'm sure that will keep me entertained for the five hours we'll be in that-"

Just then the front door opened and Sam walked in.

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed. "Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be in Utah all weekend?"

"I was, but apparently my mom flirted her way out of her arrest there," Sam said. "She's been trying that trick for years but no cop has ever been desperate enough to fall for it before. But it cut like, a whole day out of the usual process, so we just got back."

"Well awesome, Freddie and I were just talking about our plans for tomorrow, you can join us now!" Carly said. "We were thinking of going to that new perfume store-"

"Ick, no way, we're not going there," Sam said at once. "That place makes me gag. Plus you always spend hours there. Let's just hang out here; there's a Shelby Marx fight and we can order pizza and wings."

"Well, I guess that could be fun," Carly agreed. "Alright, let's do that. You in, Freddie?"

"Oh who cares about the doof's opinion?" Sam scoffed before Freddie could reply.

"Sam…" Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Be nice."

"I am being nice," Sam said. "I've been here for two whole minutes and I haven't made one comment about his hideous shirt."

"Oh, I feel like there's gonna be fighting now," Carly said heavily. "Well, I'm gonna go up and try on the new clothes I got today. Try not to kill each other down here, you two."

"We'll see," Sam shrugged as Carly headed upstairs. She turned to Freddie. "So did you enjoy your Puckett-free day? I bet you just loved hanging around with Carly all day, right? She didn't call you names or insult your-hey! What are you doing, nub?"

Freddie had stepped over and wrapped his arms around Sam tightly.

"I missed you, you blonde-headed demon," Freddie said.

"You have about ten seconds to let go of me before I beat your face to a pulp," Sam said simply.

Freddie quickly let go of her and stepped back, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Um, sorry," he said. "I just…It's different without you around."

"Um, okay then," Sam said, turning to head towards the fridge, though a small smile crept onto her face at those words. She opened the fridge and looked inside.

"Hey!" she said excitedly. "There's a ton of meatballs in here!"

"Oh yeah, Spencer had an issue ordering his lunch today," Freddie nodded. "There was even more, but Carly threw about half of them out."

"She what?"

"I tried to stop her," Freddie said. "But she claimed nobody needed that many meatballs."

"I've really failed her, haven't I?" Sam sighed, shaking her head sadly. "But dude, you know what this means? We can have the most epic Meat Golf tournament ever now! Grab those golf clubs; we have a whole night of putting ahead of us."

Freddie beamed as he picked up the two clubs and handed one over to the blonde.

Who would've thought? Freddie thought to himself as Sam prepared for her first shot. I guess she's actually grown on me.

…..

AN- Hey, quick question. Does anybody know what's going on with iCarly and Gameshakers (not sure if that's one word or two…I don't watch the show)? I heard there was some sort of crossover thing going on via Twitter but I'm still kind of unclear what's going on, so if anybody could enlighten me, that'd be much appreciated!