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iHave a Devil on My Shoulder

Chapter 5

"Carly? Carly!" Why is everyone shouting at me tonight?

"What, Freddie?" Mmm…his hands feel so good on my skin, even just gripping my arms.

"You were kind of out of it for a second there." I love that laugh of his. "Where were you just now?"

"Oh, I was just…nothing. Never mind." He's so close. I'm almost in his arms. Just one more step….

Atta girl. Go for it!

He's here with another girl for cryin' out loud! Are you just going to steal him away from his date? That's a bit trashy, don't you think?

Well…. He's the one who put his hands on me, and….

Right! And if he were really into Sabrina, he'd be all over her right now, wouldn't he?

Exactly! He's not even with her!

But you don't know why. She may be in the bathroom or something. You can't just make assumptions like that!

But I want him so bad! Whoa! Wait a minute! What?

Oh, please! I thought we were past all this "oh no, he's just my friend" bullshit. Admit it, girl. You got it bad for this boy!

I…I…well…I am attracted to him.

But you don't know that it will work out between you. What if it doesn't? You could lose your best friend. Are you willing to risk that?

If you listen to miss play it safe over there, you'll never know the pleasure of his kiss. Oh, wait a minute! That's right! You do know how it feels to kiss him, and you liked it. A lot. Remember?

Yeah, I remember. All too well.

So just take that last step. Look at the way he's looking at you. He wants you. It's written all over his face!

Think about what you're doing.

Cue exasperated sigh and eye roll. You've done nothing but think about it lately. You know you want him as much as he wants you. One little step. Arms around his neck. Lips raised a bit, and…viola! Hot, steamy Freddie kissin'.

Oh, holy chiz!

Whoa! Is that cussing I hear over there, angel girl? They're gonna boot you out of heaven for that! That's okay, though. There's always room for one more where I'm from.

Stop it! Just stop!

"Sorry, Carly!" Why did he jump away from me like I burned him? And why does he look so sad? Wait, did I say that last part out loud?

"No! Freddie, wait!" How am I going to fix this one? "I wasn't talking to you."

"Then who were you talking to? I'm the only one here—well, the only one who was interacting with you." God, his face looks so hurt. I can't believe I did that to him. I'm such a jerk sometimes!

"I was…I was talking to myself." Lame. So lame. I'm a nub, too. A nub and a jerk. A nubby jerk, or jerky nub. Head of jerk, rump of nub. The jerknub. God, my brother's insanity must be hereditary.

"I'm sorry, Freddie. I've just had a lot going on in my head lately. I didn't mean to shout at you. And I definitely didn't want you to stop touching me." I doubt that he even heard that last part. I barely managed to speak the words.

"What? What did you just say?" This is new. The hope in his eyes isn't painful to look at this time. It's drawing me in.

Okay, time to do that damned bravery thing again. Deep breath. "I said…." Clear throat and wet lips. One more deep breath. "I said I didn't want you to stop touching me." I never knew my heart could pound like this. And my palms are sweaty. Ew.

"You…what?" He's going to hyperventilate! His chest is heaving. Ooh, those muscles! I can't help it. I have to touch him.

"Freddie?" I can feel his heart pounding under my palm. "Are you okay?" Mmm, his muscles are so firm, and his skin is so smooth. Why did I fight this so long?

Because, up until now, you had enough sense to know better!

Would you shut the fudge up, please? We're just getting to the good part!

"Y-yeah, I'm good." I feel like my eyes are glued to his. I swear there are magnets in our lips. I can't fight the pull. So close. I love the way his eyes flutter closed. I smell the punch on his breath. It's so warm on my lips. All I have to do is stand on my toes, and…mmm! Freddie's kiss!

"Freddie? Carly?" I swear, I'm going to kill whoever that is! Or maybe have Sam do it for me. I'm busy right now. My eyelids feel heavy. I really don't want to open them and see who just interrupted us. It can't be avoided, though. Let's see who has to die tonight.