Author's note:
Hey guys! Thanks for the kind reviews! Glad to see that something I thought up in about fifteen seconds actually entertains people besides me. XD I probabl should have mentioned this in the summary, but nothing post iKiss ever happened. As you probably have figured out, Sam and Freddie did share their first kisses, but Carly never found out.
Here's chapter two, I hope you like it!
Carly was standing there still looking like a doomed goldfish, (albeit a beautiful doomed goldfish) so I coughed and said, "Are you gonna open the door? I mean, I'm all for leaving him out there, but that's more my thing, not yours."
She opened the door. "Hey." I had to give her credit; she was holding together better than I would have, given the circumstances. I know I interrupt people a lot, but not usually by kissing 'em! Hell, I'd probably lock myself in an insane asylum if I ever liked Freddie.
"How's it goin'?" Freddie said absently, looking at Carly warily.
It was going to be a very long rehearsal.
Carly opened the freezer and dug out a pint of Ben and Jerry's. "So after you left to go get a soda- by the way, thanks for leaving so we could talk-"
"Anytime," I said. "I'd much rather get a soda than watch you two swap saliva."
"We did not swap saliva," Carly said coldly. "He didn't do more than kiss my cheek. I've always said he's a gentleman."
When had she said that? I was obviously asleep when this momentous occasion occured.
"So anyways," she continued, "I told him I was sorry that I had kind of attacked him like I did, and he said that it was no big deal. We're going to the Spaghetti Factory this weekend."
"Nothing more romantic than pulverized tomatoes and giant salads!" I said, gleefully digging into my ice cream.
"Yeah, there's just one catch..." Carly said, looking uncomfortable. "See, Mrs. Benson only lets Freddie go on group dates."
My eyes went wide. "Oh, no. Oh, God. If you say the G-word-"
"Gibby?"
"I told you not to say it!" I screeched, burying my head underneath a sofa pillow. "I thought you loooooved meeee..." I fake-sobbed, hoping this would move her to sympathy and snap her out of this Freddie-induced mental coma. Friends do not ask friends to spend time with Gibbys.
"Sam! I never even said the G-word! Actually, it's a B-word."
"Wait, his mother is coming along?" I laughed. "You poor child."
"Not that B-word. One of Freddie's geek friends is coming, too. His name's Brad. And so he doesn't feel like a third-wheel... I was thinking..."
I stood up to take my bowl to the sink. "Yeah Cupcake, I know what you were thinking. And YES, I'll come along."
Carly jumped up to hug me.
"But only if you promise to buy me more of that bacon-flavored ham I saw in Federal Way. That stuff was flipping AMAZING!"
Carly rolled her eyes. "Yes, I will buy you pork-flavored pork. So, on a scale of one to ten, how much do you think Freddie likes me?"
There it was again, that odd feeling in my spleen. (I had decided that was what it was.) "I dunno, maybe about an eight?" I offered.
"Really? You think it's only an eight?" Carly pursed her lips, then said, "Better than a seven, I suppose."
I knew he liked her more than an eight. Friends don't lie to friends. But... I couldn't make myself say it.
Wonder what would have happened if I'd kissed him first...?
No, I HAD kissed him first. And if he'd wanted to make anything of it, he would have. But he didn't.
Not that I wanted him to, of course. Ew.
