So I'm sick again…it's your lucky day, I guess. Lol. At this point, I'm not exactly sure where this Is going, so we'll all find out together!
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Carly opened the door to the studio apprehensively.
"Sam? Are you in here?"' she asked softly.
There was no answer, but she found Sam curled up in a beanbag, sleeping.
"How can you sleep like that?" she asked herself, "Sam, why don't you get up," she said, shaking her a little bit.
"What time is it?" she asked, yawning.
"Its after midnight. Everyone went home, and I realized I hadn't seen you since Freddie walked out earlier. What happened up here? Freddie left without saying more than a few words."
"What did he say?"
"He just said thanks for the party, and that he would see me later."
"Oh."
"Well?"
"What?"
"What happened?"
"Oh, uh…listen I don't really wanna talk about it. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Okay. Well, can you just tell me if it's good or bad?"
"I don't really know yet."
"Alright. Well, c'mon let's get to bed."
" 'Kay. I'll be there in a minute."
Carly left the room. Sam wasn't sure why she wanted to stay back for a minute, but she did. She looked around the room. She would never forget that moment. She stood up and took one more glance as she walked out the door.
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"Carly? Sam? Anyone here?" Freddie asked anxiously as he walked through the door. He was taken aback by the Santa Clause in the living room. In light of everything else, he still found it astounding that anyone could forget an 11-foot tall Santa sculpture. Oh well. Carly came downstairs, looking anxious as well.
"Hey Freddie, why are you here so early?"
"I couldn't sleep. Listen, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure."
"Is Sam around?"
"No she's still sleeping."
"Good."
"Why? What happened last night?"
"Well, we…kissed.''
"YOU KI-"
"SHHHHHH!" Freddie covered her mouth, "Be quiet!"
"This is so exciting!"
"Yeah, well I think I hurt her feelings last night."
"What? How?"
"Well everything happened so fast that I got kind of confused. 24 hours ago, I thought I was in love with you. So I told her I needed to think about it."
"Oh that would explain a lot. Well, did you decide yet?"
"Yeah." A huge grin spread over his face, "I think I love her."
He was prepared this time, and he covered her mouth before she screamed.
"SHHH!"
"Sorry."
"Look, I wanna surprise her on iCarly tonight."
"Awww!"
"Yeah. Can you just wait till the end of the show tonight, and then announce that I have something to tell Sam?"
"Absolutely."
"Here's the tricky part though."
"What?"
"Can you keep your mouth shut that long?"
Carly laughed. "Of course I can!"
"Okay. I trust you. But I think that it would be better if I'm not around so I don't spill the beans – I don't trust myself."
"Okay."
Freddie left the apartment, leaving Carly completely ecstatic. This was a really good day.
Normally I think I would end here, but I'm just gonna keep going cause I'm so bored…
Sam walked down the stairs lazily. She yawned, "Was someone just here? I heard voices."
Carly and her big mouth…
"Um, no. I was just talking to…Santa! I was just telling him how much I liked my Christmas presents yesterday."
"I would ask you what you're up to, but I'm too tired."
Sam was pretty sure she heard Freddie, and she was pretty sure Carly was hiding something, but she was too afraid to confront Carly. What of he decided that he loved Carly, and not her? It was better in the dark.
"Well since you're up," Carly said, "we might as well rehearse a little bit before tonight."'
"Only if we can eat first. I want some ham."
"It's nine in the morning!"
"Yea but the great thing about ham is that it comes in all different forms, including bacon!"
"Whatever. I'll be upstairs."
Sure, Sam was stressed out, but she never turned down a chance to eat ham. So as Carly ran upstairs, Sam searched through the fridge for some bacon.
Suddenly, the door opened.
"Carly I think I left my cell pho….ooh Hey Sam." Freddie just stood there. He wasn't really sure what to do.
"Hey." She spoke really quietly.
"Sooo….bacon?''
"Well, you know me. So you left your cell phone here?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Here." She picked his phone up off of the coffee table and handed it to him.
Freddie shivered slightly when their hands touched.
"Well, I've got a bunch of stuff to do, so…"
"Oh, sure."
"I'll see you later tonight, okay?"
"Sure."
And with that, Freddie was out the door again, just like before.
Man, that was close, Freddie thought. He was so sure that if he saw her he would spill. He felt kind of guilty for putting her through this, but in the end, he knew it would be worth it. He could see the look on her face already…
Sam, on the other hand, was slightly freaked out. At this point, she was convinced that he had chosen Carly and they just didn't want to hurt her feelings…yet. Why else would Carly lie about him being here a few minutes ago? He didn't leave his phone on here last night – Carly said that he just walked out without really saying much. She wasn't really sure what to think. All she knew was that Carly was lying.
This would be another good stopping place, but I still don't think I will…keep on reading!
By the time iCarly started, Sam was convinced that Freddie had chosen Carly. She worked herself up to the point where she didn't even want ham anymore. Carly walked through the door of the studio, noticing something rather odd. Freddie was at his computer cart, and Sam was on a beanbag, but they were both staring into space at the exact same place in the room. That must've been where they kissed…
"Okay, you guys ready?" Carly asked.
They both snapped out of their trances.
"Yeah," Freddie said.
"Mm hmm," Sam said. She was still pretty gloomy.
Sam's attitude lasted through about half of the show, until Carly became fed up with it.
"That's it. Sorry Freddie, can we do it now? I can't stand this anymore," Carly said, gesturing to Sam.
Freddie sighed, "Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Okay, iCarly viewers! We have a little surprise for Sam. We were gonna wait till the end of the show, but we can't."
"Guys, stop," Sam said, "I know what the surprise is. It's pretty obvious."
"It is?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah," she started sounding angry, "It is. You picked her. I get it."
And with that, Sam had left the room.
"Uh, Carly, talk to the camera for a minute."
Freddie switched to the camera on the tripod and ran out of the room.
Okay, now I really have to stop. Thanks for reading this extra long chapter! Now I've got some homework to do. We'll see when I get done. Maybe I'll write more later tonight…