Chapter 14: Misunderstood

Carly told Sam that she and Spencer would be in Yakima all weekend, and Freddie told her he'd be spending the night at Gibby's house. She had the entire Shay apartment to herself for the majority off the weekend. Life is sweet.

She picked the lock to enter and promptly slammed the door shut. She ate all their junk food with her feet up on the coffee table and the TV remote on her lap. Girly Cow was on. She laughed a few times and then became sleepy. She took a nap on the couch for two hours with empty packages of Fat Cakes and empty bowls of popcorn around her.

She woke up at six o'clock in the evening, ate some bacon she actually had to make herself, and then took a shower. She was going to spend the night at Carly's even though Carly wasn't in town.

"Hey, you! What's your face? Get back in line! It's not a race," she sang into her shampoo bottle, unaware that she left the apartment door unlocked for anyone to enter. Twelve minutes later, she turned the water off.

She wrapped the towel around her body and let her wet hair fall naturally on her bare back. She stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air hitting her instantly.

The minute she walked out into the living room, she saw a person whip around and face her. She let out a scream, then immediately knew who it was. The person screamed in response from seeing Sam with only a towel on.

"Freddie?" Sam shouted, exasperated, almost dropping her towel. "What the chiz are you doing here? You said you were sleeping over Gibby's house!"

His eyebrows raised. "Uh, Gibby is sick, so I decided to come here to check the iCarly inbox... What are you doing here?"

"I'm spending the night... duh."

"Oh." He looked her up and down. "Maybe you should, I don't know, put some clothes on?"

She nodded slightly. "Good call. I'll be right back." She ran up the stairs to Carly's room to get the pajamas she keeps there at all times.

Freddie smirked to himself as Sam ran away to get her clothes. Then he groaned. He felt stupid. Why did I tell her to put some clothes on? She looked perfectly content wearing just a towel! Or maybe I just looked content while she was wearing only the towel...

Minutes later, Sam marched down the steps in her pajamas. She ran right over to Freddie and pecked his lips. He smiled when she pulled away. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Say, what shall we do while have this whole apartment to ourselves for the entire night?" he asked flirtatiously.

She bit her lip seductively. "I think I know, baby."

...

They found themselves up in the iCarly studio playing Just Dance 3.

Freddie wiped the sweat off his forehead and let out a defeated sigh.

Sam smiled at him confidently. "I just beat you six times in a row, dude. What up?"

"I'm not a good dancer!"

"Oh please, that's the worst excuse I've ever heard."

He crossed his arms swiftly. "You know, I wasn't going to tell you this, but I let you win."

"Yeah, okay," she replied, trying not to laugh.

He groaned and put down the Wii remote. "Do you want a water?"

Sam nodded happily.

"Isn't it nice to want things?" he said, walking out of the studio and down to the kitchen. Sam chuckled at how much of a sore loser he was and then ran after him.

"Yo, Benson, hand me a water."

He turned around and gulped his Crystal Waters bottle. He let out a refreshed sound and put the cap on. "Sorry, this was the last one."

"Oh, cool," she shrugged, taking his water from his hands and sipping it. She handed it back to him with a come-at-me-bro look and Freddie clicked his tongue, annoyed. He put the water on the island and faced Sam.

"You know, there is one thing I can beat you at."

"And what's that?" she asked him, absent-minded. He gave her a blank look and then suddenly pulled her closer, kissing her passionetly.

She kissed him back, deepening the kiss. "Two can play this game," she whispered, out of breath.

"Oh yeah?" He scooped her up and brought her over towards the door and the second he stood in front of it, it opened. Carly and Spencer titled their heads in shock and confusion when they saw Sam being held by Freddie while he kissed her neck hungrily. Sam and Freddie suddenly became wide eyed.

"What are you guys doing in our apartment?" Carly asked furiously.

Freddie faked a slight smile and let Sam down. "Just checking the iCarly inbox."

"We can all clearly see that's not what was going on here." Carly looked around at the mess of wrappers and dirty dishes.

"Look, we made a little mess, but we were going to clean it up later," Sam stated. Freddie looked at her in surprise.

"We? I didn't make that mess! It was there when I got here."

"Either way, you should probably clean that up because I can promise you I'm not doing it," Spencer chuckled, walking off to his room.

Carly put a hand on her hip and glared at her two best friends. "You broke into my apartment to stuff your faces then make out?"

"No," Sam assured her. "We were gonna go make out at Freddie's apartment. And anyway, what are you doing home? You're supposed to be in Yakima all weekend."

"When did I say that? I told you yesterday I'd be in Yakima on Saturday, that's all. And Saturday's close to being over," Carly explained.

Sam looked down slowly. "I may have poor listening skills."

Carly chuckled. "Whatever, you two go play with each other. I'll clean this up."

Sam took a step towards Carly and put a hand on her shoulder gently. "This is why I love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Just go, you crazy kids."

"Hey, thanks, Carly. You're the best!" Freddie grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled her out of the apartment in the blink of an eye.

She shook her head and looked in one of the popcorn bowls. It was still pretty full.

...

"Oh, this show is hilarious," she laughed, putting a fist full of popcorn into her mouth.

"Girly Cow will be right back after these messages!" the announcer on the TV spoke loudly. Carly rolled her eyes and threw some popcorn at the screen.

"Come on, get back to the show!"

Spencer walked into the living room slowly.

"Hey, what's with all the yelling?"

"I hate commercial breaks," she murmured. "Popcorn?" She held up the bowl and Spencer grinned.

"Yes!" He sat beside Carly, taking handfuls and shoved them into his mouth. "Hey, who's gonna clean up this mess?"

"Well... you are the adult, so it's only fair you do it..."

"I didn't make this mess."

"Neither did I."

Spencer frowned. "I'll go get Sam." He jogged across the hall and into the Benson apartment. About 30 seconds later he sprinted back into his own apartment, shutting the door cautiously. "Whoa, you don't want to go in there."

She looked at him curiously. "Why?"

"It's not very PG," he said slowly, causing Carly's jaw to drop.

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