Okay, I got a lot of requests for me to add a third chapter from Carly's POV. It might not be as long as the other two were, but oh well. :] Enjoy!
iDon't Think They Hate Each Other Anymore
I spew the white foam from the fire extinguisher again. He didn't know how, but somehow Spencer had caught his giant fabric sculpture on fire. I'm a little angry - hadn't he set something on fire yesterday? I mean, come on! There's got to be some way to stop things from bursting into flames - fire retardant spray for one! Even though that's for Christmas trees...he could carry a can around with him or something!
"Carly, really, I don't know how it happen," my older brother explains, his hair flopping down over his forehead as he ran his fingers through his hair. He never knew how it happened. I roll my eyes.
"I'll tell you how it happened!" I yell, turning to him with the nozzle of the extinguisher still extended in front of me. "Your crazy psycho fire powers lashed out like they do everyday!" I put the fire extinguisher on the couch and catch sight of his feet. "Are those new socks?"
They had neon rainbow stripes on them, and tiny light up peace signs. They flashed lime green every two seconds. Cool.
"Oh, yeah. Socko made them especially for me," he responds, smiling brightly and pulling the leg of his pants up to expose the rest of the socks. They ran up his shin to his knees. That big, goofy smile obliterated the anger I felt.
I smile and shake my head, then turn toward the stairs as I hear footsteps. Freddie and Sam have been up in the studio...alone. Oh, know, what if Freddie's been seriously injured or insulted?! I'm prepared to dash heroically up the stairs when Sam and Freddie come into view. Both look okay, no scrapes, bruises, or blood visible. And they look perfectly fine - not angry. Freddie's lips look kinda...shiny. So do Sam's...what's going on here?
"Hey, guys," I say, smiling like I suspect nothing. "Everything's okay - Spencer's new...thing just burst into flames. Nothing major," I say, rolling my eyes. Freddie sends Spencer a 'what did I tell you?' look. He must have said something to Spencer about his weird set-things-that-don't-usually-catch-on-fire-for-no-reason-on-fire ability. I laugh.
"Hey, Carls, I'm gonna head home, okay?" Sam says to me, pulling on her gray with red plaid hoodie. "Mom said she might cook if I'm at home tonight."
I giggle at the thought. "You're mom's going to cook?"
"Possibly," she responds, then she points at me. "She can cook good if she tries." I shake my head and don't bother to correct her grammar. I see Freddie following her to the door.
He notices me looking. "My mom needs me to get home," he says, grimacing. "Something about shots or something."
"Aww." I wave as they leave, the door to the apartment opening and closing behind them. I listen and hear the door to the Benson's apartment open then close. But oddly enough, a few seconds later I hear the door open and close again, meaning that either someone just went in or came back out. I have a feeling it's the latter.
I run to the window, looking out urgently. Soon, Sam walks out the door to the building and right behind her - as I suspected! - is Freddie, wearing a slightly large, thick black zip up hoodie. That must be why he went into his apartment - to get a jacket. It's oddly cold outside right now...
Sam and Freddie are walking down the sidewalk, side by side, stealing glances at each other. I can't tell if they're talking or not, but just the fact that Freddie's walking Sam home, and they don't seem to be insulting each other makes me want to scream with joy!
A visible shiver racks Sam's body, one even I can see my four stories up and a quarter of a block away. Then the sweetest thing ever happens - Freddie slips his hoodie off his shoulders and wraps it over Sam's, rubbing her shoulder a little bit before pulling his hands away. Sam looks at him, and I can't tell but I think she's smiling. Her hand extends toward his, and his moves to hers, and then it happens - they're holding hands!
"Aww..." I croon, my breath fogging up the window a bit. I hear footsteps behind me.
"What's up?" Spencer asks, holding a plate of Galini's pie. I turn to him and burst.
"FREDDIE AND SAM ARE HOLDING HANDS!" I yell into his face. The fork and plate fall out of his hand, splattering coconut creme pie on the floor.
"What?!" he yells back. We both run to the window and look out. Sam and Freddie have almost reached the corner, and they are still holding hands, walking closer to each other than they were a few moments before.
"Aww," Spencer says like I did, watching them. Then a puzzled look finds it's way onto his face. "How's Freddie gonna get home? Just walk back in the dark? His mom'll get mad," he comments.
I smile and look at him. "Maybe you should give him a ride!"
"What? How, it's not like he's gonna call me when he gets there and wait until I..." He finally catches on, sighing. "Carly, I'm not gonna follow them."
"Why not?" I ask. "You can give Freddie a ride back so he doesn't have to walk - and you can report to me anything they do!" I grin and give him one of my 'pretty pwease big bwother?' looks I know he can't resist.
He inhales deeply and sighs. "Fiiiiiine." He walks away and grabs his keys from the table by the couch. "I'll be back later," he says, with an 'you owe me one' tone. I smile and yell bye as he leaves.
I look back to the window. Sam and Freddie are out of sight, but I remember they way they had looked walking together. So cute!
I turn away from the window and walk to the couch, plopping down and grabbing the remote to turn on the TV. I feel no shock, surprisingly, about what I saw. I just want to run and give them both huge hugs, saying "You guys are so cute together!" I click the power button, an episode of Girly Cow popping up on the television.
I laugh again after the image came into my head. I guess they made up better than I thought.
Okay, so...I don't like this chapter as much as the other two. I can't think of a way to make it better, but if I can, I probably will. :] Whatcha think?