Author's Note: I'm sorry for not updating in a while, but school has been keeping me pretty busy lately. =/
But before I go on, I'd like to say something. I got a review for last chapter saying that I should 'get to the point faster', and I'd like to apologize to anyone who feels that way. But honestly, it's not about length. It's just that my way of writing kind of changed after what I call my 'fanfiction pause', during which I stayed over one year off this site. After that 'pause', I've come to prefer to write everything with much more detail than before, and now that I've finally finished my English course, I have a lot more vocabulary to work with than I had back in 2009. If you compare the chapters I posted before 2010 and the new ones, I'm sure you'll see the difference. And with that, the chapters grew a lot longer, and I'd rather keep the chapters of this story with a maximum of 3,000 words, so that's why you might feel like the story is kinda 'dragging on', and the fact that I usually can't update regularly doesn't help at all. But I'll try not to let the story 'drag on' too much.
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Roses are flowers,
Violets are too.
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No.
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Chapter 20: The Plan
Spencer's POV
As soon as the elevator doors were closed, I started doing my happy dance, until I remembered, two seconds later, that my part of the plan wasn't over yet. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Carly, who was upstairs in our apartment, telling her that Sam and Freddie had just gotten in the elevator and were on their way up. And before you ask, no, I didn't write all that in the message in that moment, because if I had done that, it would take too long for Carly to get my text, and then it would be too late and the plan wouldn't work. So I had the message ready on my phone, I just had to press send. See? I'm an intelligent person.
When I read the message on the screen saying that my text had been delivered, I started dancing happily all around the lobby once again. I hadn't screwed up the plan, just like I knew Carly thought I would! And I didn't even set anything on fire in the process!
But my happy moment didn't last long, because I suddenly spotted Gibby walking out of the janitor's closet right in the end of the hallway. It seems like his part of the plan went well.
"Hey Spence!" Gibby greeted me as he walked in my direction and then stopped when he was standing right in front of me.
"Hey Gibs, how's Lewbert?" I asked curiously.
"Locked up in the janitor's closet without his set of keys, just like you and Carly said he should be." He said, sounding proud of himself, and then held Lewbert's set of keys up so I could see it, before throwing it behind Lewbert's desk. I know it can sound kind of… bad, but the plan wouldn't work if Lewbert was free in the lobby. He'd sure screw up everything, so we had to make sure he wouldn't intervene.
"So, how did you manage to get his keys and lock him up in there?" I asked, still curious. When Carly and I asked him how he would do that, he didn't answer.
"Uh, Gibbaayy!" He said, pointing to himself, and I simply frowned at him. But I didn't have time to ask for further information, because he quickly went on. "I gotta go, tell me if the plan worked when it's over." He said, smiling, and then left the lobby.
After a second of standing there alone and confused, simply staring at the door Gibby had just disappeared through, I decided to go up to the eighth floor and check how the plan was going. Just then I realized I'd have to take the stairs.
Oh, well.
Sighing, I made my way over to the staircase that was only a few steps away from me.
Carly's POV
I was waiting impatiently for Spencer and Gibby to finish their part of the plan. Yes, I had made Gibby make part of it, but he was a lot easier to convince than Spencer. Well, actually, I didn't really have to insist or anything, I just asked if he wanted to help me and Spencer with a plan to try to get Sam and Freddie together and he simply replied me with an 'Okay', and when I told him what I wanted him to do, he just said that it sounded cool, and then walked away.
Anyway, the plan was really simple, and I was hoping that Spencer wouldn't mess it up, because, well, many times when I asked him to do something, he'd either forget to do it or set something on fire while doing it. And trust me, those things can really make things not work out like you would had expected them to.
And that was what made me a bit nervous, but not only that. I was also kind afraid that the plan itself wouldn't work out. Maybe the plan would only make things worse, and that was definitely not what I wanted to happen.
I shook my head, still nervous, as I went through the whole plan inside my mind for the hundredth time as I waited for my cue to act.
Okay, first of all, I'm not exactly expecting Sam and Freddie to actually get together with the first part of my plan. For now, I'll be happy if it at least makes them talk and brings them at least a tiny bit closer. I'm pretty sure Sam hasn't realized that I noticed it, but I know she's been avoiding Freddie lately. Since that whole notebook incident, she's been quieter than usual, and whenever she spots Freddie approaching us, she comes up with some lame excuse and walks away. It's pretty annoying, really.
I've even questioned Sam about it, but she denied it, and when she realized I wouldn't give up on it, she said she needed to talk to Rip-Off Rodney about a prank they were planning together and walked away. And since then, she started avoiding me as well. This had to stop, so I decided to do something about it. And that was when I came up with this plan. They wouldn't have where to run, and they would have to talk to each other and figure things out. And if I had luck, the second phase of the plan would manage to break the walls they had been building around themselves during all these years and make them tell each other how they truly felt.
The first part of the plan seemed to have worked out pretty well. I was afraid that maybe Spencer would say something he shouldn't by mistake, or that maybe Mrs. Benson didn't believed him when he told her he was from one of those parenting things she was part of, but much to my relief, she bought the whole story, and agreed to show up at the 'meeting'. And that meant that Freddie would have to walk through the lobby when he got to Bushwell Plaza.
The next part of the plan was to get both Sam and Freddie to head straight to our studio right after school, but that wasn't a problem, since I could simply send them a text, just like I always did when I wanted them both here.
And then came another part for which I needed Spencer's help: I needed him to get Lewbert out of the lobby while the plan was happening, or else he'd just make everything go wrong, but Spencer's part was the easiest one in this part, because who would have the hardest part was Gibby, since he was the one responsible for locking Lewbert inside the janitor's closet and getting his set of keys so he wouldn't be able to unlock the door and get out of there. So Spencer had to basically just get Lewbert to go near the closet and wait for Gibby to do his part.
Well, that last part is where my nervousness starts, because I have no idea if it worked or not. And the only thing I can do is wait here to see what happens! I'm freaking out right now because of all this suspense! Okay, just breathe Carly, just breathe… I kept telling myself that over and over in an effort to calm myself down, but it didn't work so well.
Anyway, the next part of the plan is up to Spencer, because he has to make sure Sam and Freddie would get inside the elevator that leads straight into the apartments together, because if only one of them was inside the elevator the moment I did the thing I'm waiting to do right now, it wouldn't make any sense at all.
So now I was basically waiting for Spencer to text me saying that I could do my part, so I could finally-
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone buzzed in my hand, and I shakily read the message on the screen of my PearPhone.
Spencer:
Sam and Freddie are on their way up!
I then stood up from the wooden staircase I had been sitting on and turned to my right, where the power control panel was waiting open. I stood out one of my shaky hands and grabbed the small red lever before pushing it down, shutting down the power of the elevator, and making it stop probably halfway up to the eighth floor.
Normal POV
Carly heard the faint sound of the elevator stopping a few floors below hers, her heart beating way faster than normally as she stared at the lever she had just moved. She then closed her eyes and sighed.
It's done. She thought to herself and walked away from where she had been standing for several seconds to prevent herself from going back on what she had struggled the whole morning to accomplish.
She remembered the time she and Sam had done the same thing to Jake Kendrall, because they didn't want him to appear on iCarly that night, since the boy definitely couldn't sing. But their idea didn't work out very well at the time since Jake had found a small door on the top of the elevator and had somehow managed to make his way up to the iCarly studio.
But now, no one could do that anymore, because Jake had actually broken the door, and Lewbert, angry because he was the one responsible for getting it fixed, decided to shut that door closed forever, so now no one else could do what Jake had done.
Carly then, after going back to reality, looked down at her PearPhone once again, before typing in her passcode to unlock the screen.
She then went to the utilities menu on the phone and to the clock, and after thinking about it for a brief moment, she decided to program the timer to ring in one hour, so then she could start the second part of her plan. It didn't seem like too much time, but also not too little, so Carly decided that was the right amount of time to let them stuck in there by themselves before she put the rest of her plan in motion.
She lied down on the couch and sighed at the quietness of the place, closing her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. Everything was pretty peaceful in the apartment until…
The front door burst open, which caused Carly's eyes to shoot open instantly. She quickly sat up and looked around, trying to find the source of all that noise, and spotted Spencer completely out of breath, supporting himself on the doorframe.
"Uh… Are you okay, Spencer?" Carly asked as she stood up from the couch and stared at her older brother, worry clear on her features.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm fine… I just… had to climb all… all the way up here… using the stairs… because all the… elevators are not working…" Spencer explained between heavy breaths, and Carly's worry was suddenly replaced by amusement.
"Uh, Spencer?" Carly called for his attention, chuckling a bit, and he looked up at her, confused, wondering why she was thinking the current situation was so funny.
"What?" He asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
"You do know that you didn't have to climb up the stairs to come up here, right?" She asked, and as Spencer simply kept staring at her with a confused expression on his face, she went on "Only this elevator" She pointed to the closed doors of the now not working elevator "is not available for use, but the others are still working. You'd just have to turn the power of those elevators back on" She said, but Spencer didn't respond at first.
"You know, you could have told me that before I had to almost die to get up here" He complained, and Carly rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh, c'mon, it's not that tiring to get up here by walking up the stairs. I do that all the time" Carly said, shrugging, but he didn't seem to agree with her.
"Well, that's because you're a lot younger than me!" He said stubbornly, and his sister couldn't stop hersef from laughing out loud.
"Spencer, you're only twenty-seven years old, you're not that old!" Carly said, but then regretted the last part immediately.
"Oh, so you think I'm old?" He said, trying to sound hurt and sad.
"No, I didn't say that! But I do think you should start working out!" Carly said.
"I do not!" He said, sounding like he was a five-year-old, and Carly couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
Carly was about to argue back, but in that moment, Fluffy walked in the living room coming from Spencer's room, and Spencer saw her sudden appearance as an excuse to drop the subject about his lack of muscles.
"Hey Fluffy! Do you want to go for a walk in the park? Does baby Fluffy want to go for a walk in the park? Of course you do" Spencer said like he was talking to a baby once he was standing right next to the baby giraffe and started petting its head like it was a dog.
He then left with Fluffy wearing a harness, leaving Carly standing there alone. She then lied down on the couch once again and closed her eyes, just now realizing how tired she was. She had stayed up all night, worried about her plan.
And after a few seconds, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note: I'll try to update soon, but if I don't, please don't hate me! It's all my school's fault! XD
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