AN: Once again, thanks to the readers, subscribers, and especially the reviewers! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this demented little fic so far. I'm predicting maybe two or three more chapters, but I'm not sure.

I don't own anything. I'm just a squatter in the iCarly universe!

iHave a Devil on My Shoulder

Chapter 3

Where is he? He said he would be here. I've been all through the house—every single room—and he's nowhere to be found! Maybe I should text him again. No…well maybe…no! I texted him fifteen minutes ago, and he said he was on his way. Still, he should be here by now, right? Where's my phone?

"Hey, Carly!" Who said that? Oh, Tasha. She looks cute. Doesn't she always?

"Hey, Tasha!" Cue fake smile. "Great party! What's your costume?"

"Oh, I'm a flapper." I knew that. Ugh…small talk. "Gibby's a mobster. He has an old-fashioned Tommy Gun and everything."

"Yeah, I saw him earlier. He's really rockin' the fedora." Okay, now that laugh was genuine. It felt good. "Have you seen Freddie?"

"He just texted Gibby and said he'd be here in a few minutes. He's picking up his date, I think."

WHAT? "Oh, okay." My voice isn't shaking at all. That's good. "I was just wondering." I don't think that meat dip I ate is agreeing with me. I feel sick. "Where's the bathroom?"

Dry heaves. I hate it. This hard tile hurts my knees, too. And it's so cold! I guess I'm not going to be sick after all. No need to keep kneeling at the porcelain altar.

Okay. Any minute now, I'm going to be brave enough to go out there. I can't keep hiding in here all night. That is, if I were hiding…which I'm definitely not…I couldn't keep doing it all night!

What's wrong with the doorknob? It won't turn. Wait. It's not the doorknob. It's my hand. My wrist must be broken, but it doesn't hurt. I can move all my fingers, too. So why can't I turn my wrist and open this janky door?

That girl in the mirror looks scared. She looks sad, too. What does she have to be worried or upset about, anyway? So her best friend is bringing a date tonight. So what? Why should mirror-girl care? She's not in love with him or anything. Right? Right.

Okay. Deep breath. On three. One. Two. Three. Turn the knob, and….

Wow! I didn't think it was possible, but the party is even more crowded than before. I need to find Sam. Where is she? I don't see her. Oh, wait. There's a pair of white feathery wings, and…yep, blonde curls.

Who's that she's talking to? I don't think I know him. He looks kind of familiar, though. I can't really tell from here. Got to get closer... "Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Carls!" Oh my god. I can't believe it's… "You remember Adam, right?" Him!

"Y-yeah." Time for the smile. "Hey, Adam. How've you been?" I didn't know Sam still talked to him.

"Good." His smile is cute, but it doesn't get to me anymore. I don't feel butterflies in my stomach like I did the first few times he smiled at me. Not since…well, never mind. That hardly matters anymore. "So you girls…devil and angel, huh? Looks like you got your costumes mixed up, though." Insert obligatory chuckle here. How many times have I heard that joke tonight? Could he be any more generic?

"Yeah." I hate the way my fake laugh sounds. "We thought we'd go for irony." How can I get Sam away from him for a minute? "I'm gonna go find the snack table. Sam?" That ought to do it.

"Nah, I'm good." Oh. My. God. She just pulled a pizza roll out of her cleavage!

"Oh. Okay, then. Well…I'll talk to you later." Where is that snack table?

Just what I need. Chocolate. This punch is awesome, too. I never thought I'd be the loser standing by herself at the snack table, though. I should've known better than to come alone.

"Yeah, sorry we're late. Her mom had to get some pics. I think she filled an entire card." That voice! That laugh! He's here…finally! Who's he with? Is that…? Sabrina! God, I wish this punch was spiked.

Should've known he wouldn't be alone tonight. Not that I was planning to hook up with him. Absolutely not! I just thought we could hang out together. That's all.

You know better than that!

Who said that?

I did.

Who? Where?

Over here. Look to your right. A little more. Here I am!

"Aaack!" Holy chiz! There's a three-inch-tall Carly sitting on my shoulder, and she's wearing my devil costume! Maybe that punch is spiked after all.

No, my dear. You can't blame the punch. Her smirk is evil. I'm here because YOU need me.

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