What up my faithful readers? I'm so grateful for all your reviews, I've decided to add another chapter. (You know I would've added another chapter anyways. Lol.) Anyways, please scroll down.
Disclaimer: I would say I own iCarly but, according to Alex Wolff, that's lying and lying's BAD! Lol. Anyways........
Chapter Five
It was day three in the treehouse, and I was getting pretty bored. The only way to occupy each other was to do random things. For awhile, we played hand-clapping games. When Sam made a comment about sounding like a girl, I quit. Then, we tried some tic-tac-toe with random objects. Being easily bored people, we finally quit that, laying next to each, our hands behind our heads. Of course, Sam was the first to complain.
"Freddifer?"
"What be up, home fry?"
"I'm sooooooooo bored!!!! And don't ever act gangsta again."
I scoffed. "At least I'm tan You're pale."
"Yeah because you have so much of a greater chance of becoming a gangsta than me."
"Don't doubt me."
"Yep, I can see it now. Fredward the Gangsta. You might as well just put a sign around him that says, 'I'm coolio forizzle, yo!' 'cause he be walkin' around all beast, naw meen!" As she said, she made two peace signs with her hands. I couldn't help but snicker.
"Yeah, you're probably right."
"You know, if you did become all ghetto, you'd walk in and get shot within five seconds."
"Yeah......." I chuckled softly, thinking how I might look if I was like that.
"Soooooooo..................."
"Soooooooooooooooo...................."
That's when she jumped up. "Let's play truth or dare!"
"Isn't that a game girls play at sleepovers?"
"Yeah, but you're as close to feminine s me and Carly, so you qualify."
I grumbled. She sat criss-cross applesauce. I soon took the same position.
"Ok, me first Fredalupe. Truth or dare?"
"Hmmmm........truth."
"So predictable. Okay, who's a better kisser? Me or Carly?"
"What kind of question is that?!"
"A legit one!"
What could I say?I couldn't lie and say Carly because she'd get all upset. I couldn't tell the truth and say her because she'd flip out on me.
"Hello? You gonna answer?" I hated her impatience. I prepared for the worst and replied.
"Ummm......y-you....PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!!"
As I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my face with my arms, I heard her giggle.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, nerd."
"You sure?"
"Yes...............well, no promises.........."
I decided to let my guard down. "Okay, my turn. Who a better kisser? Me or Bradley?"
"What kind of-"
"A LEGIT ONE!"
"Right, umm...............well.......uhh............y-you I guess."
I immediately blushed. I wasn't liking this game so much. Without thinking, I spoke.
"Are you sure?"
"Well, not really......"
"Do......do you wanna,you know, make sure?" I resorted to rubbing the back of my neck.
"I, I guess........"
And with that, I leaned forward. I could feel her breath on my face. As I was about to place my lips on hers, I pulled back.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Well, it's nothing personal, but I don't think I'm ready for this yet."
"Oh." Her face fell. "I understand."
"How about we get back to our game?"
"Right. The game."
Why did she look so upset? Did she actually want to kiss me?
All I knew was this was too much too fast. I was supposed to be thinking about Aub. So why was Sam clogging my brain?
Haha. I'm so mean! But I was told maybe I could slow it down a little, so I'm taking their advice. This way, it makes it more fun to write. And the becoming ghetto and getting shot within five seconds thing actually was a conversation between my best friend and my crush. Lol. Had to throw that in there. As always, press that button!!!!
