Laughing Gas Love

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

Chapter 5: text trouble

Carly's POV:

Hey, the usual place for dinner?

I sent the text. Me and Griffin have been going strong for… well, it's only been a little while, but it has been the most AMAZING little while! Not that we have really seen each other all that much… but we did go out last night! And it was GREAT! So now that was our usual place, he said it was a cute idea too.

I let out a pleasured sigh as I gazed at the screen pic of me and him on my cell phone. It was suddenly replaced with an alert:

new message from: Griffin

I practically squealed for joy, bouncing up and down on my bed as I hit the read button. It popped up.

not tonight babe

I stopped bouncing. My eyebrows met in hurt and confusion.

How come?

I sent. I glared my phone down, sitting stock still and totally alert. It popped up:

got to be somewhere. can't talk now

I scoffed at his lame explanation. He thinks he can just blow me off without even telling me why?!?

I clicked call angrily. I tapped my foot, my patience running thin.

ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring…ring-ring

His stupid pre-recorded answering machine took over. I was about to hang up when I heard a voice that was definitely NOT Griffin's.

"*girly giggle* yeah, you're here calling GRIFFIN'S PHONE!" the girl announced, she sounded a little tipsy or else REALLY ditsy.

The background noise of random people weaved into her squeaky speech, "he's too busy having fun with me to answer, sorry! Don't worry though, you don't want to talk to him 'cause he's too much of a loser for NOT singing karaoke!" she giggled again, another girl took the phone and spoke in a slightly deeper voice, but equally as slurred, "plus he'd rather talk to us then you!" she said. I heard a distant 'give it back, give it back' from the other girl before it was returned to her. A round of three or four different giggles were broken when she spoke again. "So, yeah, the beep is coming! I think you know what to do! Okay, I see I have to explain. When the beep comes…" I heard Griffin's voice in the background getting closer, "Chelsea what are you doing with my phone?" before the message ended abruptly.

A shocked croak escaped my throat. It was all I could get to come out.

I was so MAD.

Freddie's POV:

I watched Sam's eyes flash from confused, to shocked, to overwhelmed, to considering before she answered what I had said before the agonizing moment of silence.

"Did I like it?" she asked. I was completely blown back from her question.

"What?!?" I burst out. I had expected rage, ripping-me-to-pieces rage. But no, I wasn't expecting that, I was expecting her to run away at the least.

"Did I like it?" she repeated as if I hadn't heard it. After I didn't answer she realized she had to explain, "I don't remember it; you're the only one that would be able to tell. I need to know, did I like it?"

I looked down at my shoes for a second. Confused. I really couldn't remember the kiss at all actually… I just remember us planning on kissing. Maybe I shouldn't have brought this up.

But wait. Why did she want to know? What would knowing whether she liked it or not determine? I mean, she only had one choice right? Was she actually considering…

"SAM!"

My thoughts were interrupted as Carly broke in. We both ripped ourselves away from the moment to deal with our screaming friend.

"SAM! I need to go KILL Griffin! And since I can't do that, YOU have to help me!" She explained, pointing at the blonde who was obviously processing a lot right now already.

I knew Sam's answer before she said it. I knew what she would do. She was too loyal a friend.

I was seeing it in slow motion. Sam looking at Carly, tempted. Then she turned her head towards me. I wanted her to stay. She looked back at her escape.

"Let's go" she said determined. Her outlet for anything was violence; I knew she would go with that.

I watched as Sam shuffled to keep up with Carly as she stomped out the door.

I stood there. It wasn't really disappointment, I was too logical to feel disappointment right now. I knew Sam wasn't ever thinking about… no. She doesn't feel that way about me.

I eyed the ground lazily. Dejected. I'll go with that. I felt dejected.

Sam's POV:

Turns out Carly didn't know the way to Griffin's place. Apparently she forgot from the last time they dated. I'm starting to reevaluate how "in love" she is. She huffed around pacing for a while until we eventually ended up in the Groovy Smoothie.

I should have stayed with Freddie.

She took out her phone and was angrily texting for twenty minutes non stop. I entertained myself by grinding my teeth for a while, then kicking the bottom of my chair repeatedly. I thought about leaving but, whether I understood her or not, I had to be there for Carls. She's always there when she doesn't get why I do what I do. She has made an amazing amount of visits to the principal's office for someone who is incapable of hurting a fly.

I took out my own phone and started texting myself.

Fredders how's it hangin?

I waited, starting to wonder why I decided to text him right after the… situation… that we had just got interrupted during. My phone vibrated.

my mom is taking a break 2 make nutrition bars. she hi-lited paragraphs in her Aggressive Parenting book 2 read 2 me :P

I laughed to myself as I read his message.

run for it nub!

I sent the message, glancing up at Carly who was punching down the keys so hard it looked like she was going to break them… if she wasn't so frail.

i wish. got no place 2 go

I arched an eyebrow in consideration.

com to the Groovy Smoothie, me and carls are here and im bored

I waited and got a reply soon after.

be rite there

I smiled for a while as I snapped my cell phone shut again.

I concentrated back to Carly who had just gasped in disbelief and fury at the new text that just arrived. She was kind of comical when she was this upset.

I watched her like I would watch TV until I heard the door open and familiarly uncertain, yet steady, yet dorky footsteps make their way to our table.

I looked up at him and couldn't help but light up. FINALLY! Someone to converse with! I reached up and tugged him into the seat next to me. He looked unsure but he had a goofy smile on his face. He glanced over at Carly, then back at me with a questioning look.

"She's text-fighting with Griffin" I explained. I lightly rolled my eyes. He just smirked and nodded slightly then returned his attention to me.

"So… what'd you have to say to me?" he asked expectantly. I drew a blank.

"What?" I asked honestly.

"Well you told me to come down here for a reason right?" he asked, same tone and determination. I was lost.

"Nooooo… not really…" I said with a shrug, glancing around in thought.

Suddenly this wasn't so casual. He seemed… hurt? "So you just made me come down here for nothing?!?" he over reacted, hopping once in his chair as he stared me down.

"Geez Freddie, Calm down!" I started to get defensive. "I wasn't insulting you!"

"No! You were wasting my time!" he erupted. "Seriously Sam? You didn't have any reason to talk to me?" he pressed crossly.

"What do you want me to say?" I demanded.

"THAT DOES IT!" Carly belted out over us, slamming her phone on the table. At first I thought it was to stop our fighting but she looked over at Freddie in shock. "What are you doing here?" she questioned.

"LEAVING!" He yelled as he got up, but before he could storm out Carly caught him.

"No Freddie wait! I need you!" she cried. He turned back to look at her, still angry but completely committed to whatever Carly would tell him to do.

"Be my boyfriend." She told him. I sat there, gaping.

"Huh?" he was bewildered.

"My fake-boyfriend. To get back at Griffin!" she justified. I was still in awe.

"Carly…" he began to let her down then he glanced over at me. Our eyes locked. I saw anger burning in his. "I'll do it." he said, not looking at her.

OH BOY, ARE WE IN A PICKLE NOW! A lot just happened, hope you understood! You're smart people, so if you don't understand it's my fault as the writer. Don't worry, Seddie will prevail!

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