Finally I get this chapter done!
So I had links to pictures of costumes, but they disappeared. Sooo sorry. but they aren't here anymore.
FREDDIE is a gangster. SPENCER is Jack Skellington. SAM is Robyn Hood. CARLY is the twister game. SOCKO is Mr. Fantastic (because seriously he is). and GIBBY is a really sexy surfer dude.
Look up the costumes if you want a good idea of what I was seeing when I wrote this.
DISCLAIMER: iDon't Own iCarly.
CARLY's POV
By the time the Halloween party rolled around I was over the whole Socko thing. Spencer had me too busy decorating and setting up the appartment. We moved the couch off to the side, so it was still very usable, but now there was room for dancing and socializing. The kitchen was set up so that the table was pressed against the island and food would be placed there (Along with a bucket for apple bobbing, an idea Spencer had spastically thrown into the mix). And after flipping a quater several times we decided against our better judgement to open up the iCarly studio for more dancing room -because you know there are cool lights and music in there already, so why not?
Sam had slept over (of course!), so after we'd hung decorations and helped Spencer finish a few batches of his special orange cookies we went up to my room to change into our costumes. People were supposed to start show up around 6:30, but we were expecting most people to arrive more around 7:30.
"So, you'll help me with my make up, right?" Sam asked stripping down to her underwear.
"Of course," I laughed peeling off my clothes too, "I don't know why you want to get all dolled up, especially because you broke up with Kent." Yeah, Sam had totally crushed the guy.
He'd approached us one morning, as he usually did. Then right as he went to kiss Sam hello, she pushed him away with her palm on his chest saying, "Yeah, this isn't working out. We're over." She walked away as though nothing had happened, and I followed not quite surprised at what she'd done, I just hadn't seen it coming so suddenly. I looked back as Sam and I walked away, Kent was still standing there, his gaze didn't follow us it just stayed glued to where Sam had been when she broke up with him. Poor kid.
But Sam was totally unaffeccted by it all, infact she convinced me to help her perfect her make-up because she was looking to impress tonight. When I asked her who she said I'd see him at the party. It was bothering me that she could have possibly broken up with Kent because of this guy she was trying to impress, but I kept reminding myself that it wasn't my place to worry about that kind of stuff when it came to Sam.
I quickly slipped into my outfit. I was dressed as a twister game with cute, shiny, high, red boots. I couldn't help but squeal to myself as I slipped them on, my god I love shoes.
"Don't pass out there, Cinderella." Sam laughed as she walked back out of my bathroom. "So my face is nice and clean and mama is ready to be beautified!" She struck a pose in her underwear and I laughed striking one back.
"Put your costume on first you nut."
"Fiiiine" Sam started getting dressed and I worked on my own make up. By the time I was done I turned around to see Sam in a... well, very fitted female-robin hood costume.
"Oh my god, Sam! You are definitely going to impress this boy tonight!"
"Well thank you, Carls... You're not so bad yourself." We giggled together, I loved seeing Sam act like a totally normal teenage girl. "I'm liking the colorful eye shadows." She said nervously jabbing her index fingers toward my face, I swatted her hands away. I could tell she was nervous about how she would look with make up on. Yeah, that's right, Sam is afraid of make-up. It's not like she'd never worn it before, she just only wore cover up -she wouldn't even touch mascara.
"Alright, sit down, and get ready to be transformed from beautiful Sam, to sexy Sam." I grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her down into a chair, I sat across from her and got to work.
Fifteen mintues later I pretended to wipe some sweat off my brow and I stood up and annouced, "It's finished." Sam started to reach for her face, "NO! STOP DON'T TOUCH IT!" She froze, instead I gestured toward my mirror. She stood next to me facing the mirror. And there we stood admiring our costumes, and my handy work with the make-up.
"Holy shit... Carly... this is awesome. What do you call this?"
"Smokey-Golden eyes." We gave each other a mhm grin, then I took a second to admire myself. I felt beautiful and retro in the polka dotted dress.
"Oh!" Sam exclaimed, she ran to her bag and shuffled through it grabbing something, "I took this from my mom. I don't exactly know what to do with it, but it's girly and it says sexy on it." She handed me a container of body shimmer.
"I love this stuff!" I checked my clock, it was already 7:00, "Okay, we'd better hurry up! Gibby and Freddie are probably here already."
SPENCER's POV
"AH! IT'S HOT!" I screamed, forgetting to put on my oven mitts before I grabbed the searing hot cooking sheet out of the searing hot oven. Freddie rolled his eyes as he entered the kitchen answering my scream. He put on oven mitts and pulled the cookies out, setting them on the counter.
"How long ago did Sam and Carly go up to change?" he asked handing me an ice pack from the freezer for my hands.
"Ahh..." I sighed in relief, the cold ice felt fantastic on my hands. "I'm not sure. It's been pretty long... But do me a favor and keep an eye on everything for like ten minutes, I have to go put my costume on too." I sprinted out of the kitchen and to my room not waiting for Freddie's answer.
I pulled out my costume from the shoe box I'd been keeping it in. As I put everything on I couldn't help but think about Sam, she'd choose this costume for me.
Okay, he didn't exactly choose it but she mentioned that she thought I'd look really good as dressed as Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Maybe she simply meant I could pull it off well because I'm tall and lanky like him. I was having second thoughts about dressing up. I thought I looked really cool all dressed up, with the skelleton make-up on. But I was so worried about what Sam would think. I should have gotten a costume that would make me look really manly and buff, like Superman or Hugh Jackman. Why do I care what Sam thinks? I'd asked myself several times before a random answer slipped out of my mouth,
"Because she's you're date." I'd said it out loud staring into my mirror, conversing with a reflection. It worried me that I had a date with a girl twelve years younger than me. It wasn't even a real date I had to remind myself. The only time we'd ever called it a date was that night Sam told me that she broke up with Kent. We texted all week and talked about wearing matching costumes, but decided against it, our reason? Only stupid married couples matched. We both LOL-ed but something in the back of my head twinged. Honestly I think it would have been cute if we matched.
Whatever, I just need to get outside and start having fun, tonight was going to be awesome, music, dancing, food, friends, and for the first time in forever I'd got Socko to agree to come to the party! I couldn't wait for everyone to meet him! I trotted outside to the living room, an excited bounce in my step.
"Let's party!" I shouted joining an already shirtless Gibby in the middle of the room.
"Whoa, Spencer! You look awesome!" Sam said, I turned around to thank her, but the woman I saw there stopped me. It couldn't be Sam. Sure Sam is pretty and awesome and whatever, but that woman I was looking at was drop dead gorgeous, in a very mature green-dress thing.
"Whoa." Was all I could say back. She laughed and took my hands in hers, spreading my arms apart as if to get a better look at me. While she stood there admiring my costume, I admired her.
Her dressed hugged every smooth curve of her body, and she looked like her entire body was glowing and shimmering. I'd never seen Sam in make-up before but her eyes were two gorgeous pools of blue surrounded by dark golds that just made her eyes pop that much more. Her blond curls lay over her shoulders, and I was caught off gaurd by the curve of her pout.
"Don't drool on your nice costume there, handsome." She smirked. I was caught up on the fact she calle dme handsome, it wasn't the first time, but for some reason when she said it this time, it meant that much more.
"You look gorgeous, Sam. I hope poor Ben doesn't see you tonight."
"You mean Kent?"
"Yeah yeah, you know I didn't like him." We laughed, she shook her head and took my hand securely in hers as we started to dance.
"Thanks for being my date, Spence." She said quietly, batting her shimmery gold eyelashes at me. My heart stumbled over a beat and my face was hot with a blush.
I have a crush on Sam.
CARLY's POV
I couldn't help but laugh at how stoked Spencer and Sam were over each others costumes. Typical Freddie had greeted us at the bottom of the stair case as we made our grand entrance.
"Beautiful as always... I would love to play twister on you." he had said to me. Sam and I just rolled our eyes at him. "You don't look so bad either, Puckett."
"Likewise, Benson." She said, then after seeing Spencer, she joined him. And now Carly was laughing at their excitement.
"Want to dance?" Freddie asked. I shrugged and nodded. Taking his hand we rocked te dance floor with our friends as more and more people joined the party.
It was about eight-thirty when someone finally got around to dimming the lights in the rooms, creating a darker, creepier and sexier feel for the party. I'd spent the whole time dancing with Freddie, and not that he isn't great, but he was enjoying it a lot more than I was.
"I'm gonna grab us some punch." Freddie said, I could barely hear him over the music.
"Yeah! I'll be on the couch!" I shouted back. He smiled and made his way through the thick crowd of partiers. I started dancing my way to the couch.
"Hey Carly!, I love your costume!" Tasha said tapping my arm. She was dancing rather explicitly with Gibby and I couldn't help but cringe away from the couple.
"Hey Tasha! You look great too." She was wearing a scandalous devil costume that looked like it was picked with Gibby's interests in mind.
"Hi Carly." Gibby said.
"Hey. what are you supposed to be anyway, Gibby?" I asked.
"I'm a shirtless surfer, duh!"
"Oh! Okay well, have fun." I made it to the couch and sat down alone watching everyone in the party. Gibby and Tasha were now feverishly kissing, while dancing; Sam was having a dance off with a few of Spencer's friends; Spencer was trying to push through other Dancers to answer the door; Griffen was hitting on Malika; And the rest of the crowd socializing were our favorite neighbors, most of my classmates and various members of Socko's family.
"Twister game? haha, that's funny." someone chuckled sitting next to me. Even in the dim lighting I could recognize those steamy green eyes. "Hi, Carly." he said.
I opened my mouth, "Hi" I wanted to ask how he was and what he was doing here but all I could do was grin like an idiot. My night just got ten times better.
"How have you been?"
"Good, what about you?"
"Good, just feeling kind of bad about our first impressions." He gave a small smile and rubbed the back of his head. He looked like a model right out of one of those stupid soap operas where everyone looks perfect, and seems to be made of romance and drama. The muscle in his arm flexed and I went slack jaw at how chisled he was. That when I realized he was wearing a dark skin tight jumpsuit. I had no idea what he was dressed up as, but boy was I glad he was. He caught me staring at his body, "Like my costume? I'm Mr. Fantastic, you know, from the fantastic four!"
"The superhero?"
"Yeah. Kind of kiddish I guess.'
"No, it looks good on you."
"Thanks. Anyway, sorry if I weirded you out at the groovy smoothie last week."
"No, I'm sorry, I kind of freaked out." I put my hand on his knee out of instinct and nudged him with my shoulder. He looked at me, his eyes as always, so steamy, but now filled with kindness and excitement.
"Let's start again. I'm Socko." He held his hand out to me. I couldn't believe he wanted me to shake his hand, it seemed strange. I started seeing why he got along with Spencer. Below his perfect facade he was a little quirky and awkward.
"I'm Carly." I placed my hand in his to shake it, but instead he stood and pulled me up.
"Nice to meet you Carly. Want to dance?"
"Love to." I swayed my hips to the beat and followed him. We danced to the blaring stereo, and I got lost when his manly hands carressed my waist and pulled me closer to him.
The party died down at around twelve, even though we'd told everyone that the party would be over by eleven. I'd spent the entire night dancing with Socko, the time flew by as if it had only been half an hour. So when he told me he had to leave I pouted and asked him if he could stay just a bit longer.
"I can't, I have to work tomorrow." I followed him to the doorway, "I've already stayed way longer than I'd planned."
"Oh, and why did you do that?" I said biting my lip hopping he'd admit to stay so he could be with me.
"Well, I met this awesome girl, and I wanted to spend some time with her. And I was also wondering if I could get this girl's number, so I could call her and ask her if she'd like to go out sometime."
"This girl is glad to give you her number." I grinned holding back a sigh.
"Well I was actually talking about-" I cut him off with a quick peck on his lips. Maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I wanted to shut him up and I really wanted to kiss him. He smiled and silently handed me his phone, I punched in my number then returned his phone to him.
I forced myself to take a step back into the loft closing the door, "Bye Socko."
"Bye" I heard him say as the door clicked closed. I leaned on the door about to have a moment with myself. But then I heard Sam and Freddie arguing over who would get the last orange cookie and it returned me to the reality that there were still serveral party-goers in the room.
"You had like ten of them already!" Freddie shouted.
"And what are you going to do if I take it, huh? Get your posse to shoot me up?" Sam jabbed a finger at Freddie's suit.
"I'm not going to let you keep pushing me around, Sam!" he shouted back.
"Fine." Sam released the cookie, and Freddie held it cautiously for a second.
"Thank you" he said roughly and went to take a bite of the orange treat. In one swift, blurry movement Sam swiped the cookie from Freddie and stuffed it in her mouth with a "Ha!" She swallowed it, "And that's why I'm the prince of thieves!"
"ARGH!" Freddie yelled throwing his hands up.
"Stop it, both of you." I said approaching them.
"Well, well look who it is. Where have you been all night?" Freddie said with a frown.
"What are you talking about? I was here."
"I went to get us drinks," he rolled his eyes, "and then you disappeared! Then I saw you a couple times with some guy!" I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as my two friends gave me intrigued looks.
"Yeah, I met a guy. I'm so sorry Freddie, I didn't mean to ditch you."
"Yeah, whatever. I spent the whole night with Fabrizia." He said her name mockingly, as if to rub it in my face. Fabrizia was an exchange student from Italy, insanely pretty.
"Good for you!" I grinned and he threw his arms up again and stormed out of the loft. "Will he never give up?" I asked turn to Sam who had orange cookie crumbs on the corner of her mouth. It made her sexy costume look more inncocent than anything else.
"Not a chance." Sam chuckled back. "So Carls, who was this boy?"
I seized this oppertunity to squeal, "Socko..."
"What? No way!" Sam held her hand up for a hi-five but quickly retreated from it, "But, I thought you were freak out about it 'cause he's all, older and stuff." her words killed my high.
"Yeah, it bothers me a little still, but Sam, I can't explain it, I couldn't stop myself from having fun. He's so hot! and he's funny, a little dorky, but funny."
"So you were with the infamous Socko all night." Sam said playfully poking me.
"Yeah!" I blushed. "Sorry I didn't pay much attention to you. Oh GOD! Sam I didn't get to see that guy you were trying to impress! I'm sorry..."
"Eh, it's fine. You'll meet him eventually." I suddenly yawned.
"Looks like someone needs to go to bed." Spencer said flicking the spinner on my cap.
"Yeah, yeah. We still have guests, and it's a mess." I argued.
"I'll wait till the rest of the guests are gone. And we can always clean up tomorrow."
"okay, I guess. Sam, sleeping over?"
"You know it." She replied. And I headed upstairs.
"Night, Kiddo." Spencer kissed my fore head then turned to Sam and picked her up in his arms spinning her around once, "Good night queen of thieves!" They laughed together at some inside joke I didn't get. It seemed weird to see them like that but I brushed it off and dragged Sam upstairs with me.
"Night!" we shouted down as we ascended the stairs."
so next chapter, should it begin with SPAM-ness? or skip the un-needed SPAM and get straight back to the story?
you gotta tell me what you guys want, the reviews help me write faster. sorry this one took so long.