I decided to take it a little further. This'll add a tinge of angst to the situation, to make it more appropriately rated, I suppose. I apologize for the shortness. Enjoy! R&R please!
"You were there the whole time?!" Carly said, more so stating it than asking. Sam started walking backward over towards the couch.
Sam gave her usual grin and said, "Yup."
"Sam!" Carly yelled, ready to talk some sense into her blond-haired friend.
Sam abruptly stopped walking, "What is it Carly?" she asked.
Carly sighed, "Never mind; we can't do iCarly like this, not with you stuck here. We have to find a way to do something though."
"Well, why don't we just bring it here?" Sam suggested, putting her hand to her chin, "Mom said that I couldn't leave the house. She didn't say I couldn't bring other people into it."
"Sam, you're a genius!" Carly said, running and hugging her tightly. "Stay right here, I'll go tell Freddie to bring the tech stuff over!"
Carly sprinted out of the room, not bothering to shut the door. Sam sighed and sat down on her couch, Freddie . . . Just great. I have to deal with the biggest computer geek in the world AND be a prisoner in my own home, she thought, And just when I thought Carly and I could spend some alone time together!
She leaned into the pillows somberly, wishing she'd never suggested that idea, however happy it could've made Carly. She frowned, thinking of Freddie and his freakishly large head, trying to smooch all over her beloved Carly. How dare he touch her! Sam wanted to smack him up-side the head so hard, he wouldn't be able to tell whether he was in the middle of the Chinese New Year or the next century. Sam was obsessive, as she had been since she and Carly were little, maybe even more. Sam was always there for Carly, always there, always watching.
To be possibly continued . . . again.