Hello, readers. Reese here. Continuing on. Sorry for the mistakes in previous chapters. Please point them out In a review for this chapter. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I'm Reese, not Dan Schneider, so I'm pretty sure I don't own iCarly.
I stood there in silence, my mouth hanging agape. I had nothing to say. I've let the cat out of the bag, even when I only let out fur, but not the whole cat. But it was obvious about the secret.
"Sam? Are you really over, 'us'?"
"I-I-I don't know, Freddie." I said simply, my gaze at the purple studded converse that I got from Cat on my birthday.
"Oh," He answered, suddenly the ceiling was so interesting.
"Guys?" Carly wandered into the pastel blue retro style kitchen. "Oh, you're here. Well, Sam? I was wondering if we could go to the mall? I'm short on foundation."
"Sure," I nodded and grabbed my black biker bag from the red kitchen counter.
I waved and am gave a small smile at Freddie, before running towards the cream door. I turned towards the car, which had Carly and Cat standing by it. I took a glance back at the house, to see Freddie at the window, who seemed to be mesmerised by what he was staring at. He was looking at me. Probably Carly, I mean she's standing right behind me. Yeah. That's it.
"So, how's your dad? How was Italy?"
"Oh, fine, Sam! Why do you bother? How's your life, Cat?"
"Oh, well, I'm dating a friend of mine, Robbie. We've been going out for about a few months, I think."
"See, she has an interesting life, why don't you?"
"Oh, shut up Carly." I mutters and got out of the car.
There it was. The Grove. One of my favourite mall in Los Angeles. I've met celebrities there. Huh. Weird. Something's pulling me. Eh, probably Carly, there's Abercrombie. Oh, I was right. We're heading to Abercrombie. And we're in the store. Oh! Sweet! Look at that brown leather jacket! Only $34.99? What? That's expensive to me. Eh, I just got my pay check. I'm in. Look at those boots! Only 12.65! Figures, it's a size 6 and its way out of season. Luckily, it's my size. And I could start this fashion trend. I'm taking it!
"Here you go!"
"Thanks," the fifty-something year-old lady-cashier gave a wink. "Here's your change, dear."
"Thanks, ma'am!" I have the crippled old lady a smile and a hefty tip, which being the kind lady that she looked like, refused. "Please ma'am, it would be my pleasure. I'm Sam, by the way."
"Well, thank you Sam. I think you're friends are looking for you," she said, pointing a finger at Carly and Cat, who were waiting at the entrance, with six bags in each hand. This is going to be a long day.
"So, where shall we go next?"
"No where! We're going to the steak house at the end of the road." I shouted.
"Fine, but you're splitting the check with me." Carly teased.
"Fine." I grumpily said, trying to cross my arms full of bags.
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