WHOOT! Ch2! uhm.. i think this one is little slower.. kind of easing my way into the story.
i will be adding songs that i recommend u listen to while reading certain parts... it's a thing i have. so be ready for that, or if you don't want me to do that tell me.
DISCLAIMER: dont own iCarly... still willing to buy Spencer though...
"Your- Your Socko? Spencer's best friend?" I conciously had to stop myself from screaming. No way this hunk of a man was Socko. Socko is supposed to be dorky and strange like Spencer.
"Yeah..." He gave me a weak laugh, but when he looked me in the eyes I could already tell we were both thinking the same thing, this wouldn't work out. I didn't have any idea what I was supposed to do now, so I did what I'd do in any other awkward situation; I pulled my phone out and texted Sam.
gotta split now! tell u bout it l8r
"I've gotta go, it was nice to meet you, Socko..." I turned around and gave Sam a wide eyed look and mouthed Go! Go! GO! She got up and began walking to the door.
"Sam, wait up!' Kent whined trying to grab her hand on the way out.
"Carly!" I heard Socko behind me, but I kept walking, picking up my pace and praying he wouldn't follow me.
He didn't. I took one final look back to be sure when I'd caught up with Sam outside on the sidewalk. It was drizzling and I felt insanely cold watching Kent put his jacket around Sam and pulling her tight to his side. I could only imagine how irritated Sam must be, but she was doing a great job of letting Kent get closer, and I was so proud of her. Although I needed to talk to her about texting other people while she was with him, she was typing away every thirty seconds on that thing.
I tried to occupy my brain with thoughts of advice I could give Sam, and ideas for iCarly, and not that really hot guy I'd just met in the Groovy Smoothie named... oh you know his name, don't make me say it.
I still couldn't believe that was him. The guy Spencer was always talking about, but I'd never met... why had I never met him? I couldn't stop thinking about how his eyes looked and what it'd be like for his lips to be on my lips. The entire walk home all I wanted was to be Mrs. Socko.
We reached the apartment and the first thing Sam did was bust through the door and shout, "Spencer, Carly called you ancient."
"I was kidding!" I shouted following Kent in. I saw Spencer poke the top of his head out of the kitchen, flour coated his hair.
"Ancient as in... old?" He asked, hurt in his voice.
"Yep, I told her you weren't that old." Sam said and I glared at her, since when was she a suck up? oh yeah, when ever she decided to piss me off.
Spencer took an authorative step out of the kitchen. and everyone had to stifle a laugh. Not only was his hair caked with flour, so was the rest of his body! And there was an orange paste covering half of his face and a good portion of his neck and shoulder. "Well listen here young lady, I'm young enough to be your brother." He said pouting.
"First off, Spencer, what happened to you? Second, I'm sorry, and forget I said anything." At this point I was barely interested in what happened to Spencer, and more concerned with running to my room with Sam and telling her about... Socko.
"I was trying this orange cookie recipe for the halloween party next week." Spencer began excitedly, "But then our mixer freaked out," He held up a white piece of plastic with red and black wires hanging from it, "and now I'm wearing my orange cookie recipe. I was about to call Socko and ask if he knows anyone who could get me a deal on some really good kitchen supplies. I think some of our stuff is outdated."
"Socko?" I jumped in shock, earning me strange stares from everyone. I don't blame them, I would have done the same.
"Yeah..." Spencer said. Sam walked up to him and swiped some of the orange paste off of his face with her finger, she stuck the gunk in her mouth with a grin.
"Not bad. You should definitely make some of these for the party." She said swiping more off his face, they laughed together. Then Kent cleared his throat, and I got a chill of terror from the look on Sam's face when she turned around to face him. Istarted feeling very bad for him in that moment, he was far too nice to be with Sam, and far to clingy... I wonder why they even got togeher in the first place. I looked at Kent, he wasn't my type, but he was handsome, there was no denying it. His light brown hair was in tight curls on top his head, he had think lashes, and a strong, manly jaw that grown men would kill for.
"Oh. Hello there," Spencer said holding a floury hand to Kent. Sam's lips were firmly pressed together in a line. "Who are you?" Spencer asked awkwardly.
"I'm Kent," Kent introduced himself and reluctantly shook Spencer's hand. "Sam's boyfriend."
"We're dating." Sam corrected.
"Well actually," He turned to her. Spencer turned with him, and they both stood there staring at Sam, "I was wondering... Sam, would you be my girlfriend." I had to give this boy props, he was very brave. I watched for Sam's response, and I couldn't help but be amazed to see that she looked slightly afraid.
"Uhm. Okay, sure!" Sam laughed weakly and I saw her eye twitch.
Now would be a good time for Sam and I to ditch the boys and head to my roo, I thought to myself. "Alrighty!" I shoved my way between Spencer and Kent grabbing a hold of Sam I started pulling her up the stairs, "We have to do some stuff girl stuff, you know us girls! always stuff to do!"
"Yeah, I better head home too." Kent grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her away from me into a very passionate PDA kiss. "Later babe." He said giving Sam's ass a sueeze before he walked out the door. I seriously think I saw steam coming out of Sam's ears.
I grabbed hold of her rubbing her arm comfortingly, "It's okay, Sam, relax. Come on upstairs." By now i was franticly trying to get to my room.
"What about dinner-"
"Later!" I screeched, interrupting Spencer.
When we'd finally made it to my room I locked the door, handed Sam her special screaming pillow and grabbed and extra fluffy one for me. Sam immediately smashed her face into the pillow and started screaming and pounding her fist on my bed. "I think we both have things to talk about." I swallowed hard when an image of Socko entered my mind, "Did you wanna go first?" I asked politely, even though I felt like I was going to explode any second.
After a few more moments of screaming, Sam lifted her head up and clutched her pillow roughly to her chest. With a growl she turned to me, "I can't-"
"It was Socko!" I yelped flopping onto my stomach next to her.
"What?" I heard all the rage leave her.
"Socko! He was the guy at Groovy Smoothie." I ran my hand back and forth over the fluffiness of my pillow and it calmed me just a little.
"No way! Socko is a hunk!" Sam chuckled and bounced around to lay next to me.
"Yeah! But it's, Socko!"
"So?" Sam shook me enthusiastically, "Spencer won't care!"
"Yes! Yes he will!" I sat up and pouted, "He would care, that would be like you and Spencer... Holy Shit! Socko is probably liket he same age as Spencer? How can he look so good?" I whispered mostly to myself.
"It wouldn't be bad if Spencer and I were together..." Sam grinned and eyes wandered thoughtfully off into space.
I snapped my fingers a couple times to get her attention, "No Sam, no! it would be bad because you are my bestfriend, and Spencer is my big brother!" Sam looked back at me a little confused.
"Well what did he say anyway?"
'Who Socko?" I asked, and Sam nodded back. "He was all, 'Yeah i was checking you out, your really pretty', and I introduced myself, and he was all like 'From iCarly?' and I was all like 'Yeah!' and he looked down, then looked back up with his steamy green eyes and was all, 'But I'm Socko'!" I burried my face in my pillow and fell backward.
"Well," Sam started shaking me again, "did you get a phone number?"
"No! I didn't!" I shouted hitting her with my fluffy pillow.
I watched her shake her head, "Well Chances are you're never going to see him again hon', so no use in freaking out about him..." She said bluntly. I sat up and puffed my lower lip out at her. I didn't want to stop freaking out about him. How could I when I couldn't stop thinking about him? I felt Sam pat my shoulder and she started talking about Kent, but i wasn't listening. I should have felt bad but I was too consumed in my own thoughts.
Sam went down and ate dinner with Spencer, I wasn't feeling well and just turned in for the night. Spencer brought me a plate of food and made me check my temperature. When he started getting all doctory on me, asking if I had joint pain and such i glared at him and said it was my time of the month (which it wasn't). Through experience he knew what that meant and cleared out of my room within ten seconds.
Advice? Ideas, i listen to it all. Want more Spam or Carko? Tell me how you feel about my writing and i'll try to tweek ;)
soo i'm already working on ch3, which will mainly be a SPAM chapter. And i have a list of things i want to happen in this story so i'll try too keep up with readers, don't wanna keep you guys hanging :)