This is the longest chapter yet! I haven't had a laptop for forever because my mother took it away for personal reasons. I'm so sorry I haven't updated since the New Year! I hope you all enjoy the long awaited chapter! I own nothing.
~Carly's POV~
I closed my locker when I saw Sam from the corner of my eye, half a sandwich in her hand.
"Coming over tonight Sam?" I asked as she walked up.
"When aren't I?" She asked. Good point.
"Good point." I laughed.
"Besides, we have iCarly to do tonight."
"Oh, really? We do? How could I forget!" I said, gasping, before slapping my forehead. Sam laughed, shaking her head, before giving me a gentle shove.
"Silly Carly." She smirked.
"I've been told that a lot." I smiled back. "What do you want to do until the show? I was thinking we could do a quick run-through, but that wouldn't take long. Maybe watch Zombie Murderer III."
"You have Zombie Murderer III?" She screamed, almost dropping her sandwich as she jumped excitedly. She stopped suddenly, looking me dead in the eye. "Really? You're not pulling my leg?"
I laughed. "No Sam, no leg-pulling."
"Then why are we still here?" She said, running out of school maybe the fastest she ever has. I laughed to myself before following her.
~Sam's POV~
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" I said as the credits began to roll.
"You could mention it more often." Carly said, smiling.
"I might just start!" I said as the door opened.
"Start what?" Freddie asked as the door shut.
"Sam's going to start telling me she loves me more often." Carly smiled. Really Shay? Must you have said that?
"That's great." Freddie said, unfazed, wrapping a cord around his hand. "I'm going to hook this up, then do you two want to run-though?"
"Sam and I did that right after school, so we could watch Zombie Murderer III."
"Was it good?"
"Quite." I said, sipping my soda.
"I could lend it to you, in case you and Mia want to see it." Carly offered.
"Not sure if she's into that sort of genre, but I can ask her tomorrow."
"Seeing Mia tomorrow?" Carly sang with a smile on her face.
"As a matter of fact, yes." He replied.
"What're you doing?" I asked.
"Probably just hanging out at her house, she has an AP Physics test on Monday, so I'll probably help her study." I shouldn't have asked.
"Well that's nice of you." Carly grinned.
"It's boring. Who would spend a date studying?" I scoffed.
"People who actually care how they do in school." Freddie scoffed back.
"Are you assuming I don't care about how I do in school?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well you're right." I said before rolling my eyes and standing up to grab myself a pudding cup. "What time is it Carls?"
"An hour till show time."
"What do you want to do?" I asked. I saw Freddie pull out his phone, and I didn't even have to guess, I knew it was Mia.
"Mia?" Carly asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, if you must know."
"We must." Carly and I said in unison, grinning at each other afterword. Freddie rolled his eyes before heading upstairs, most likely to hook up that cord or whatever.
"Now what?" I asked Carly.
"Can I paint your nails?" She asked, a hopeful look plastered on her face. I sighed with a smile before nodding. Carly jumped up, clapping. "I'm so excited!"
"Why? What's so exciting about painting nails?"
"I love painting nails! Especially yours, because you never pamper your nails!"
"What? I do too, sometimes." I mumbled.
"Tell that to your abused cuticles!" Carly grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the couch and up the stairs. We practically ran into her room and I sat down on Carly's bed as she shut the door. Carly then skipped to her desk, opening a drawer, which contained a bin of a million different colors of polish. I felt my eyebrows raise as she carried the whole bin over with a big smile on her face. "Now pick a color!" She paused for maybe a millisecond. "No, let me pick a color! Close your eyes! I want it to be a surprise! You can't see until I'm done!"
And I did as I was told, because I thought it was kind of funny, and I liked seeing Carly so giddy over something so trivial.
~Carly's POV~
"In five, four, three, two!" Freddie counted down.
"I'm Carly, and I painted Sam's nails!" I said after I jumped into the screen.
"I'm Sam, and Carly wouldn't let me paint hers!" Sam said after she jumped in.
"And this is iCarly!" We said in unison. Sam clicked the blue button on her remote, cheers and claps echoing in the studio.
"Tonight on iCarly, we have a new segment for you all to enjoy!" I smiled.
"And Baggles might be making another appearance!" Sam paused shortly. "Sadly, Fred-Bot won't be joining us, he ran out of oil on the way here." Sam shrugged. I had to stop myself from laughing.
"But we'll make sure to compensate!"
The show went by without a hitch, introducing the new segment 'How Many Raisins Can Fit Into Gibby's Nose?' We did some other skits, answered a few questions that were emailed to us, and interviewed Baggles.
"Only a few minutes left on tonight's show," Sam pressed the boo button. "But don't be sad! We'll be back next week, same time as always! We have one more thing to do though!" I smirked as I looked to Sam. "Please bear with us for the next half a minute or so." I nodded, and Sam smiled deviously as she approached Freddie.
"Sam? Sam! What are you doing!" Freddie shouted as Sam reached for him, causing the camera to shake as he tried to avoid her. Avoiding Sam is impossible, though. She came back into view with a pearphone in her hand. "Give me back my phone Sam!" Freddie demanded as he resituated the camera in his hands.
"When I'm done." Sam agreed as her thumbs glided over Freddie's phone.
"As you know may or may not," I said before Sam interrupted me.
"They don't know." Sam interjected, not looking up from the phone.
"Okay." I continued. "As most of you don't know, Freddie has himself a new lady-friend. Her name's Mia."
"What are you two doing?" Freddie asked tentatively.
"Shut up nub." Sam said, finally looking up from the phone. "Carly came up with the lovely idea as she was attacking my cuticles that we should introduce you all to Mia!"
"Carly!" Freddie yelled.
"Lies!" I gasped in mock. "It was not my idea!"
"Anyway!" Sam continued. "I texted Mia, of course she thought it was Freddie, to get her little self all ready and pretty and primped and chiz for a special guest appearance on the show!"
"Sam!" Freddie yelled.
"Too late Fredweeb!" Sam said as she shoved his phone into her pocket. She got out of the shot again and walked to Freddie's computer. I snatched the camera from Freddie's hands as he was protested, which only earned me nothing good.
"Sam!" He yelled to no avail. "Carly, give me back my camera!"
"Never!" I said, focusing on my two friends.
"Hello?" A voice said.
"Yes! I got it!" Sam cheered. I turned the camera to me.
"This is Freddie's new friend, Mia!" I introduced before I turned the camera to the television where Mia's face had popped up.
"Hi!" She smiled, waving a small wave. I pointed the camera on Sam.
"Carls and I thought to interview Mia for the last remaining minutes of the show!"
"You guys!" Freddie whined.
"Freddie!" I gasped from behind the camera. "That is no way to act in front of Mia!"
Sam grabbed a chair before nabbing Freddie and sitting him down. As Sam tied up a protesting Freddie, I passed the camera to an awaiting Gibby. "Okay!" I said as I jumped back into the screen. "Question time!"
Sam and I both whipped out brightly colored note cards.
"First question." Sam said.
"What did you do last weekend?" I asked.
"I went to see a movie with Freddie." Mia answered cautiously. I threw the notecard to the floor.
"That is correct!" Sam stated. I looked to the camera screen.
"Sam and I already knew that." I smiled before looking back at Mia. "Next question!"
"What did you see?" Sam asked.
"The new Sherlock Holmes movie." Mia answered.
"Was it any good?"
"Yes, actually."
"How good?"
"Quite."
"Why are you guys doing this?" Freddie asked from his chair.
"Because we can!" Sam answered.
"Next question!" I said.
"Has Freddie kissed you yet?" Sam asked.
"Sam!" Freddie yelled.
"Shut up!" She replied. "Has he?"
"Uh, well, it depends." Mia blushed.
"The cheek doesn't count."
"Oh, well then, no, not yet." Sam shook her head.
"Last question!" Sam declared. "Only because we're running out of time!"
"How long have you liked Freddie?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know."
"Incorrect! That answer is invalid." Sam proclaimed.
"I'm surprised you knew the word invalid." Freddie muttered. Sam glared at Freddie before walking over and thumping him. "Ow!"
"Ow!" Sam mocked before coming back to my side. "Answer the question, Mia!"
"I don't know, uh, I guess a little bit after you and Freddie broke up?" She said tentatively, I guessed she was scared of Sam's reaction.
"Aw, how sweet, recycling my trash." Sam smiled. I faced Sam as my mouth dropped and my eyes widened, this was not a topic normally discussed on the show.
"Sam!" I shrieked.
"What?" She asked. "It's true."
"That was a low blow, Sam."
"It's true though!"
"I can hear you!" Freddie yelled, and we both looked at him. "Mia can too!" I looked at Mia, who appeared dumbstruck.
"Yeah, I don't really care."
"That's all the time we have tonight!" I said as I went to untie Freddie.
"Until next week," Sam began. "Remember to bathe your fish!"
"And shave a squirrel!" I said as I finished untying Freddie. He stood up angrily, walking over to Gibby to reclaim his camera.
"And walk your grandmother across the street!" Sam said.
"Bye!" Sam and I said in unison as we waved.
"And clear." Freddie muttered, a harsh glare on his face.
"I guess I'll see to you tomorrow Freddie?" Mia asked quietly.
"Yeah." Freddie grunted, still glaring.
"Bye." Mia gave him a small smile.
"Bye." Freddie said before disconnecting her. "What was that all about Sam?" Freddie asked angrily as he approached us.
"It was an interview, duh." Sam rolled her eyes.
"Not that." He said shortly. "Why'd you say that?"
"Because it's the truth!"
"Whatever Sam." Freddie said as he shook his head. He reached into Sam's pocket and pulled out his phone, walking out the door without saying goodbye to either of us.
"Is that really what you think, Sam?" I asked as we picked note cards up off the floor.
"Kind of, yeah." She answered.
"You think Freddie's trash?"
"He's dating some other chick, Carly! We just broke up!"
"It's been weeks, Sam! I think he's entitled to move on!" I took a breath. "Besides, you both broke up mutually, you both stopped liking each other."
"I stopped "liking" Freddie a long time ago," Sam said, air quotes around the word liking. "But I never stopped loving him."
We both were quiet, unsure of what to say.
"I think I'm going to go downstairs and get a soda. Want to come?" I offered.
"Got root beer?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"Then why are we still here?"
Sam led the way downstairs and I followed behind her after I turned the studio's lights off. By the time I was downstairs, Sam had already opened a bottle of root beer and was taking small sips. I poured myself a glass of my special lemonade, my mind wrapped around all the drama that had just unfolded. Why did you have to say that Sam?