Disclaimer: We don't own iCarly. The young kids aren't ready for female on female action right after Spongebob.
A/N: Ot3! Amusement parks! Fun Forest is real but we have no idea if it contains the things mentioned in the story. Liberal use of the word 'whore'.
Also not sure if people think it's just me continuing with the updates but it's still a dual effort by Champagnescene and I in the caring series.
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Wendy's pov
It was nine in the morning and a Thursday. The trio sat three rows from the back and Wendy had been watching them ever since they all piled in on the bus heading towards Fun Forest, the amusement park at the Seattle Center. Normally the class trip was something better, but you know with all the budget cuts and all that, this was the best they were going to get. Wendy was only one row behind them but off to the left so it wasn't hard to listen in on their conversation due to that fact and that all the other kids were either asleep or listening to music so everything was pretty much quiet.
Carly was saying something, sitting in the middle of Sam and Freddie while opening the brown paper bag in her lap and looking down into it.
"I don't know why Spencer insisted on packing me a lunch for today. Sam was over last night so there was no food left in the fridge."
Wendy shifted in her seat, trying to find an ounce of comfort from the stiff cushion as Sam turned her attention from the window she was staring out of over to Carly and grinned a huge grin. The blonde placed her head on the brunette's shoulder.
"So what did you end up getting?" Freddie asked, watching them as Wendy watched him.
"Looks like half a turkey sandwich, a banana and a-" She paused, pulling something out of the bag and inspecting it. "Looks like a dried up paint brush."
"Mom packed me a tupperware of steamed vegetables and soy cookies."
Sam intertwined her fingers with Carly's, and Wendy was almost certain Freddie did the same to Carly's other hand but it was hard to see from this angle.
"All mom packed me was twenty bucks from Benson's wallet."
"Sam! Stay out of my wallet and jeans when I leave the room." Freddie reprimanded.
Wendy arched a brow at that last comment, wondering why he'd be leaving his pants unattended around Sam or Carly-- why he wouldn't be in said pair of pants in the first place. Only one or two explanations came to mind and they weren't all that logical, or ones she really wanted to explore now that she had faced a certain realization a few days ago. Freddie and her had dated a few months ago and it was nice and everything but it felt like they weren't really clicking after awhile. That there was just no spark, just really good making out and nothing else so they had decided to end it but still be friends. But now, almost all of a sudden, well maybe she felt something that could possibly, sort of be considered a spark. She really didn't have a name for it yet but it was spreading everyday.
She really didn't know what to do about it.
There was a moment that started it. They were partnered together for science and were at their counter top. Freddie was searching through their textbook for the chapter they were suppose to be on and he was doing that really cute thing he does when he is concentrating really hard. He just gets this look on his face where his eyebrows are furrowed and he starts to chew on his tongue and it's ten kinds of adorable. That wasn't new though, she always thought that about him but for some reason that day, she couldn't look away. And like from that point on, she couldn't help herself. She felt like a stalker the way she had been staring and following. Nothing noteworthy had happened but something shifted or whatever because there was a feeling in her stomach and it was starting to really stir up butterflies.
"You there, Wendy?"
The redhead shook her head, snapping out of her trance to see Freddie turned slightly her way, watching her with an unsure smile.
"Huh- what?" She eloquently responded.
He just laughed.
"I asked are you excited for the trip but I guess not, you seem pretty out of it. You okay?"
Butterflies astir and she fights off the blush and burn of red threatening to overtake her cheeks as she meets his gaze.
"Just little tired, I guess I stayed up a bit too late last night because of not having to go to class today."
"Oh ye-"
Sam's interruption was loud and fully her.
"Jeeves, you're on the clock. Turn your ass around and answer Carly's question."
Freddie rolls his eyes and gives Wendy an apologetic look before turning back to the two girls he was currently sitting with and she's not sure which emotion is filling her up more. Gratefulness that she didn't embarrass herself more or annoyance at having his attention taken away so quickly and so easily. She decides to try and focus on something else to clear her head, looking out the window as Freddie says something and Carly laughs.
It only works for a few seconds before she turns back around to see Sam grinning, Freddie sighing and Carly shaking her head.
She felt a sinking somewhere in her chest, somewhere in the middle.
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Freddie's pov
"Oh, this one, Carls."
The trio had been at the park for half an hour now and he watched as Sam pulled Carly off to the side, cutting three people in line and moving the brunette girl and herself into one of those swan boat things that slowly drifts into a tunnel or whatever. Freddie made quiet apologies as he too cut past them to stand on the edge, looking down at the girls. One of them was grinning and the other looked conflicted and it was pretty easy to guess which facial expression belonged to which girl.
He knew Sam was going to take advantage of the fact they were still trying to keep their three-way relationship somewhat low key.
"Sam, that's not fair." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest. She was always pulling stuff like this and he was really getting tired of it. After the treaty of trial session number forty three, she agreed to cut back. Well kind of agreed anyway, was kind of hard to understand her with all that bribe food in her mouth but it definitely sounded like a 'fine'.
Definitely.
"What's not fair, nerdball?"
"This. Taking Carly on the tunnel of love. We agreed no two person rides and this kind especially."
Sam shook her head, wrapping an arm around Carly's shoulders.
"Naw, I didn't agree to crap."
"Yes you did!"
"No I didn't."
"Sam, you did."
The blonde rolled her neck, leaning snugly into Carly before speaking. "Unless you have written consent or video taped proof, shut your face. Besides, my girl here wants to ride the ride. Don't you, baby."
The fact Carly looked tense and contrite about it made him feel a little better but not by much. He shifted his weight from his left leg to his right while Carly spoke.
"We did agree to that, Sam. Let's just get off an-"
She was cut off by Wendy appearing next to him, shyly smiling.
"I was thinking of getting on, this use to be my favorite ride." She paused, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking at him in this way he couldn't really describe. "You can ride in one with me if you want, since their's seems to be full."
Well, it was certainly nice of her but he just didn't feel right about going in the tunnel of love with his ex-girlfriend and right behind his two current ones. He turned around to look at Carly and Sam and both didn't seem too thrilled with the idea. The fact that Sam had her eyes narrowed filled him with more joy than it probably should but she rarely shows that she gives a flying chiz about him so he has to take small, unmentionable victories.
"The kid doesn't want to ride with you, Michaelson." Sam stated rather rudely.
"Sam, be nice." Carly admonished, rather pathetically and Freddie just shook his head.
"It's really nice of you to offe-"
He was cut off mid-sentence when he turned around to explain to Wendy that it was nice of her to offer but he had to say no. You see, what happened to cut him off was Sam gripping the back of his shirt and pulling him rather dangerously backwards into their swan boat. He let out a what people might refer to as a less than manly yelp before he fell onto the girl's laps. He was looking up into Carly's wide eye'd, surprised face before trying to sit up.
"Sam, what the hell?"
Sam however was looking over at Wendy, the two seemed to be having a battle of wills slash impulsive staring contest.
"Looks like we managed to fit him in our boat." The blonde placed her elbows on his legs, leaning into and over him. "Sorry, guess you'll just have to find some other loser to ride with. Or you know, ride alone."
Wendy said nothing in response, but instead strained her lips into a thin line and briskly walked away.
Freddie tried sitting up again but was pushed back down by the blonde.
"Sam!"
"Shut up and enjoy the ride, Benson. It's not everyday mama lets you sit on her lap in public."
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Carly's pov
"No."
Freddie sighed and Carly felt like doing the same as she set her sights on the girl in front of her, arms crossed over her chest in defiance as her blue eyes bored into the two from the ground.
"Sam, we have to meet the group in five minutes- it's not something we can just skip out, they'll start looking for us if we don't check in," Carly tried to reason with her girlfriend. Sam, of course, had decided that right before they had to go check in with their teachers that she was too hungry to move from the spot she was currently in- sitting Indian-style in the middle of the park pathway.
"I can' help it, my legs won't work." For show she picked up her leg and let it drop into the ground before giving Carly a 'what can you do' look.
"Sam, that's crap and we both know it."
Sam stared at him, her blue eyes considerably flatter as they switched to him. "What was that, Jeeves? You're going to go get me and Carly some funnel cake since your working over time to make up for whoring about with that Windy girl."
Carly bit her lip to hide her amusement, somewhat amused by Sam's antics. Normally, Carly would feel her usual bout of boredom when Sam and Freddie got into one of their spats, but as of late Carly had been almost…happy with Sam's ability to get under Freddie's skin. She knew it was horrible, but she really wasn't all to thrilled with Freddie's renewed friendship with Wendy, even if once upon a time her and Carly had been good friends. Wendy was a bit too friendly with Freddie and he did nothing but nurture her affections, like he didn't have a girlfriend. Which he did, two of them in fact.
So, Carly choose to ignore the 'Please help me' look Freddie sent her and go with Sam on this one.
"Sam, Wendy isn't a whore," Freddie defended and Sam narrowed her eyes. Carly gave Freddie a look, hoping her being offended was playing out on her face because she really didn't want to verbalize her…jealousy.
"Freddie, she kind of is," Sam argued, turning to Carly. "Right?"
They both turned to look at her and Carly shrugged. "I mean, she does sleep with everyone she meets and there was that thing with the webcam and the school website…"
"You know those are just rumors," he said to Carly, and it was clear he was disappointed for taking Sam's side in this. Carly tried to ignore the little bout of guilt that came upon her. "She's not like that she's-"
"A sweet girl?" Sam interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Nice try defending her virtue, Freddifer, but as I remember before you guys were even dating she was trying to rape you!" Sam voice was backed with harshness and Carly instantly saw a warning flash before her eyes. As much fun as it was to pick fun (punish) at Freddie if they were seriously fighting then she'd have to be split between them like a child of a pair of divorcee (or, a divorcee and a…was there a term for a male divorcee?).
"How do you know it wasn't the other way around?" he challenged, which really only dug his gave a bit deeper.
"Because you'd be the chick in the situation since the Windy red whore looks like a man and so she'd have to rape you because, let's face it, we all know you don't have the backbone to make the first move."
Freddie flushed and Carly could see he was seriously stung. "Freddie, you know she's only playing…" Carly tried, but her argument felt weak.
"Her name is Wendy and she's not a whore. And- you know what, Sam, you're not even worth it." Freddie turned to Carly. "I'm going to meet the teachers, are you coming?"
Carly glanced at Sam, who seemed to have slipped back in obliviousness as she tilted her head skyward. "I can't just leave Sam. We just can't leave Sam." Freddie flushed again and shook his head.
"You can't leave Sam, I, however can leave Sam." He turned his attention back to the blonde. "This is me leaving you."
Sam smirked, cruel and cold. "Please, I voted your ass off the island ages ago."
"Sam," Carly scolded. "Freddie, come on you know how she is and she's hungry which always makes her irritable and…"
"I'm not upset, really. Sam doesn't like me and obviously has no respect for me so…" he gave her a shrug. "I have to go meet the teachers."
Carly opened her mouth to respond but no words came, she wasn't the one who needed to say something. Freddie started off and Carly turned to Sam who was watching his figure fade away, expression apathetic.
"So," she turned to Carly, "How 'bout that funnel cake?"
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Sam's pov
Carly was clearly angry.
It was clear as Sam draped her arms around the girl's shoulder and made sure to PDA it up all over the place that Carly's mind was elsewhere- she hadn't even scolded Sam when she had started to gnaw at Carly's neck. As they waited in line for the Ferris wheel Carly's eyes were glued on to a certain butler and his little red whore companion.
"He still has a girlfriend, you know," Carly was saying, more to herself. "He still has girlfriends, so why is he with her?" Carly tried to turn towards Sam, but as if she was just noticing, realized it was impossible with Sam attacking her neck. "Sam, not here! And why aren't you worried?"
Sam sighed and pulled herself away from her girlfriend, taking a glance towards the offending couple. "I'm not worried because, despite what everyone says, finding good help actually isn't that hard." Plus, it had to be only a matter of time before Freddie came to his sense and came crawling back. Like Carly said, she and him were still technically still in a relationship and as the proud owner of Carly, when he came back to Carly, he came back to her.
"Sam, he isn't the help. You love Freddie, Freddie loves you- we've discussed this, admitted it, repeated it over and over again and yet neither of you seem to get it into your head." Carly huffed, turning red in a way that Sam found adorable.
"Aw," Sam cooed. "You're really upset about this. Cupcake, no matter what I'll still be there for you- which is more than enough seeing as how I'm the best part, besides you, of this little three-way anyway."
"Sam, this is a serious situations. Freddie is up there with that-"
"Windy red whorebag?"
"Yes, that."
"Don't sweat it Carls, if she makes a move, I'll beat up both of 'em for ya." Carly shot her a look and Sam just shrugged, moving up in line as web-camming Windy and Jeeves got into their car. Sam ignored the emotion that shall remained unnamed as it ran through her. She wasn't jealous, she was just enraged that he had the nerve to go clean somebody else's house- if you got her drift.
"They actually got into the car, together. You know what happens in those cars, don't you?"
"Does it start with a 'Q' and rhyme with Mickie?"
Carly whirled on Sam, her eyes wide. "You don't think they'd go that far, do you?"
Sam shrugged. "The girl does have a reputation."
Carly paled as they made it to the front of the row, getting ushered into a cotton-candy colored car. Sam frowned as Carly fell into that depression/frantic worrying thing she did when she was upset. So Freddie had decided to ditch them for Ms. Red Riding (any boy within a five feet distance) Hood, what was the big deal? His taste had obviously declined, who wanted him anyway.
The Ferris wheel stopped and the car swayed slightly, putting the butler's car in sight for a brief second. Sam nudged Carly, turning towards the window. "Hey, look, you can see them. Right there- all huddled together like that banana and can of peppy cola was in Windy's little webcam video."
Carly immediately stopped wringing her hands together and turned towards the window, practically gluing her eyes to the glass she pressed her face so hard against it.
"They're sitting together!" She tapped the glass repeatedly, setting her disbelieving eyes on Sam.
"That is what I just said, yes. And nevermind the fact that there is only one place to sit in these things, he should of took the floor, that's where dogs are supposed to sit anyway."
"Look, look- she just touched his shoulder." Sam turned her attention back to the car and saw that the wanker (she didn't actually know what that meant, but she was running out of insults that started with 'W's, the whore had to pick the rarest word in the alphabet to start her name with) was laughing at something Jeeves had said and was giving him one of those flirtatious 'oh, you're too funny' shoves.
"He's so dead the moment I get out of this thing," Sam hissed, really wishing she an invisible ninja 'cause at least she'd have some star-dagger thing to through at their heads.
"Look, he just smiled, I think. It's hard to tell, either he smiled or his lips twitched." Sam pressed her nose to the glass and tried to get a better look. He better not have smiled. He, technically, was still under her ownership. She, technically, could still do whatever the hell she wanted with him and she did not say he could smile at whorefaced whorebag.
Sam looked at Carly, an idea popping into her head, "Do you have your phone?" Carly raised an eyebrow.
"Yes…" Sam instantly started to reach out and grope Carly in every which way, since that was the easiest way to find the phone, of course. Once she had retrieved the phone from Carly's pocket (after searching every other area). She opened the device and hit a series of button before sitting back smugly.
"Now, what is Jeeves doing?" she asked.
"He's…checking his phone? Sam, what did you send him?" Sam smiled and turned the screen so Sam could see the message. "'We're watching you'? Sam, why would you tell him we're watching him?"
"So he knows Mama sees all."
Carly sighed before a smile came to her face. "He's turning around to look at us…as if Wendy." Sam glanced over her shoulder and saw they were both trying to peer into their car. She flipped them off.
"Sam! Not helping." Carly gave a friendly wave. "Wendy will use your anger to her benefit."
"And what, woo him with her man-hands and Adam's apple?"
"She's actually kind of pretty, you know, if you get past the STDs she's probably swimming with."
Sam beamed. "Look at you, actually putting out a hurtful insult; I'm so proud."
Carly rolled her eyes before jumping as her cell phone, still clenched in her hand, let out a buzz. "Freddie says one, he isn't doing anything; two, he has to sit this close to Wendy so don't let you put any ideas into my head and three, he said to remind you that park security will prevent you from doing whatever your thinking before you get to do it…?" Carly sent a quizzical look at Sam as she sighed.
"The boy knows me well, as expected, he's been in our household for years-"
"It's been 13 months."
"Tell him that one, I know what he did," Sam glanced at her watched (the one she had stolen from Freddie's jewelry box). "Four minutes ago. Two, tell him that there is a floor and that he should make good use of it and tell him three, Mama can do him fast and dirty- before those 'security' guard even know what hit them."
Carly paused in her texting. "Your number three sounds like your going to have-"
"I know what it sounds like, cupcake. That part was just for the whoring mind of little miss Windy, who will surely be reading over his shoulder."
Carly sent a disapproving glance but Sam saw a small smile slip onto her lips as she finished the message. Right as Sam turned around to gauge Freddie reaction the car started to move and the pair were taken out of view. Carly sighed.
"Now what?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Now, doll, we wait."
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General pov
Freddie's pace was quick as he moved through the student parking lot over towards his car. When the bus pulled up to the school, he had gotten out and away from Wendy, and Carly, and Sam as quickly as possible. He sat with Gibby in the front; still mad at his girls but not stupid enough to sit with Wendy out of spite. And now, well he was taking the cowards way out of the situation because he was tired and just wanted to go home (he had to get home in the next ten minute or his mom would call the police) but unfortunately for him, women scorned (even under false pretenses) move like the wind.
Sam grabbed onto his collar and whipped him around about five feet from his car. Carly stood at the blonde's side looking a mixture of pissed off and anxious.
"You have some explaining to do, Freddifer."
"About what, Sam." Freddie played dumb, poorly.
"About Windy the Webcam Whore."
"Her name is Wendy, okay. Wendy."
"Yeah, whatever, I don't really care what Michaelson's name is. That's not issue." Sam cocked her hip out, watching the brunette boy with narrowed eyes.
"What's the issue then?"
"She likes you!" Carly cried out.
"Yeah, as a friend."
"No, as something more and you know it. I know you know it."
Freddie sighed, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Carly, we broke up a long time ago and decided to be just friends. It was her idea in the first place."
"Feelings change." Carly started before continuing on in a hurried breath. "Maybe she realized that she made a mistake! And what a great guy you are! And now she wants you back! And she is trying real hard! And you don't realize it! And you are going to fall for her tricks! And leave us!"
He looked at her like she had grown a second head. "That's not ever going to happen."
"You got in the ferris wheel car with her."
"Yeah Benson, you sure did. Sat real close too."
"I was mad, okay. I thought you guys-" Freddie looked at Sam for a second before shifting his gaze over to Carly specifically. "Well, you anyway, respected me more than that. She's my friend. And you know what, so what if Wendy likes me again because it shouldn't matter how she feels to you. It should matter how I feel and how I feel is nothing for her and everything for the two of you. I was mad that you guys didn't understand that. You should have understood that."
His gaze was on the pavement so he didn't see the expressions playing out on each girl's face. He was pretty surprised when he felt Carly's arms wrap around him and her face nuzzle into his neck.
"I'm sorry." She murmured.
He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and returned the hug fully, closing his eyes and reveling in the moment which is the explanation for the next surprised face when he felt Sam's arms wrap around him and Carly. Freddie opened his eyes to see a mess of blonde curls in his face.
"I'm just into group hugs, is why I'm here." She paused, and he was almost sure that was all but she spoke again. Well, more like muttered. "And I'm sorry or whatever."
And then everything was going to be alright.
"But I'm still going to beat the crap out of your friend, Wendy."
Kind of.