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iFight
Day 1.5
Walking to Carly's apartment after school, I think about what I'm going to do. I guess I'll just crash at her place and wait until she gets home from detention. Then I can talk some sense into her. Get her to dump Freddie, that way I'll win the bet. Not to mention he won't be going out with anyone anymore. It's a win, win situation for me, how could that get any better?
I walk into the apartment complex and up to Carly's apartment, picking the lock and strolling in. Carly knows that I'm not going to my house, and that I'll be spending the night tonight. I normally do when my mom gets a new boyfriend. I just stay away for a few nights.
I found that out a while ago, when my mom first started internet dating. I was home when her first date was scheduled to come over. My mom was freaking out about the date all afternoon, and when the date was nearly at the front door, she told me to stay upstairs all night, because she didn't want me in the way. I told her that I would just go to Carly's, and started to walk to the door. She screeched and hurried me up to my room, explaining that she hadn't told her date she had a kid, and didn't want to freak him out. So I had to stay quiet all night. Not a fun time.
I eventually climbed out the window in my room and went to Carly's anyway.
So now, when my mom tells me she's having a date that night, I just go to Carly's before the guy can come.
Spencer walks into the main room. "Hey Sam, where's Carly?" He asks me. I shrug.
"Eh, she got detention," I say, acting like it was nothing. Obviously, Carly getting a detention is taken more deeply than me getting one, because Spencer's face screws into a strange expression.
"What?" He exclaimed. I figured he means 'how', not 'what'. I casually walk into the kitchen and to the fridge, taking out a pudding cup before I continue.
"Carly took my seat behind Freddie in English and she got it trouble for it," I say like it's no big deal. I rip of the lid to my pudding cup and lick the pudding off of it, something I always do to get the maximum pudding intake.
Spencer still looks confused. "Why would she take your seat behind Freddie?"
I hesitate, and close my eyes for a moment. I don't want to say it. But I KNOW I have to. "They're dating now. Isn't that nutty?"
"Carly and Freddie? No way!" Spencer says excitedly. I cringe inwardly, making sure not to give anything away from my facial expression.
"Yeah, I guess they have a date tonight or something," I say. I don't know why I keep spewing random facts about they're short relationship. It make me feel horrible to do it, but I can see the mixture of happiness and confusion on Spencer's face. Happiness that Freddie has gotten his wish, but confusion about why Carly suddenly likes him.
I half wish that I could have those feelings, too. That I don't have to be weighed down with my jealousy for Carly.
Spencer and I chat for a while more, then he leaves to go and get supplies for his latest project.
I pull out a book- a sequel to the one I had to read when I made a bet with Freddie- and read it. I love the book, it's so adventurous and fast paced. The main character gets into so many situations that he always gets out of using clever thinking and the things around him.
My head snaps up from the book as I'm thinking this.
That's it! All I need to do is use some clever thinking to get out of this pickle of a situation I'm in! It's so smart, I almost can't believe I came up with it.
The only thing is that I'm not sure I'm capable of thinking cleverly.
The apartment door is flung open and a mad Carly storms in.
"Sam!" She shouts, and I cringe. Wow, I didn't know she was this mad at me!
"Carly!" I shout back, hoping to get her to laugh. She just looks at me evilly.
"Don't get sassy with me, Sam! I'm too angry with you. You blew me off all day and got me in the worst detention of my life!" She rants, dropping her backpack on the floor next to mine and harshly taking off her coat and scarf. She stays where she is by the door, not coming in any further. I take it that she doesn't want to be near me, seeing as I'm standing by the bar in the kitchen.
"More like the only detention of your life," I mutter. Carly narrows her eyes.
"I had to sew patches onto Ms. Brigg's underwear while she played bagpipe music!" She screeched.
"Wow."
"Yeah, thanks to you!"
"Carly, why are you even blaming me? I'm not the one who did anything wrong in the first place," I say angrily, feeling I had a right to defend myself. I mean, I wasn't wrong, was I? She was the one who took my seat to begin with.
Carly sigh and takes a few steps towards me, but stops when she reaches the couch. "I guess you're right," she says slowly. That's one of the things I always liked about Carly, she could easily see each side of an argument, and was never one to argue in the first place. I've only seen her truly mad once, when she was positive she was right and I was wrong. The friendship anniversary tee-shirt fiasco.
"Well, whatever. You probably won't get another detention in your life, so I guess you just got them all in one," I joke. Carly smiles and walks closer to me, standing on the other side of the bar, she looks down at her hands, which are resting on the countertop.
"Are you angry at me?" She asks suddenly.
"What? No, I'm not angry," I say, which is true. I'm not angry at her.
I'm merely in a jealous rage.
"Oh," She says quietly. I sigh, because I know I'm going to have to explain myself to her too. Which entitles me not telling her the whole truth.
"Carls, look," I say, putting my weight on my left foot instead of my right, "I'm sorry for not really hanging out with you today-"
"Sam, it's oka-" Carly says, cutting off my explanation with I have been preparing in my head for the last five minutes.
"Shh!" I silence her, and she looks a bit thrown off, but I can tell now that she knows better. I'm not one to apologize. Or explain myself. "Anyway, I just didn't really want to be around you and Freddie acting all couple-ey. I mean-" I shudder for emphasis, "Eww. I don't really feel much like being a third wheel, you know? Kinda awkward," I have been looking her in the eyes this entire time, but I can't do it. I look away. I can't basically lie right to my best friends face! I'm about to continue, but Carly pus her hands on mine and stops me.
"It's okay. I get it," She says I gulp, because I really hope she doesn't.
"Cool," I manage to squeak, and I clear my throat. I take my hands out from under hers and walk over to the couch, collapsing on it. Carly comes over and sits next to me.
We sit in silence for a bit. Carly is the first one to speak.
"You don't like that I'm going out with Freddie, do you?"
I gulp. What I'm I going to say? 'Oh, yeah! I don't really like it, because I think I'm in love with Freddie! Isn't that funny? Ha ha ha!' Psh, as if! There is no way I can just tell Carly, now that she's going out with him.
"Erm, not exactly?" I finally say. She looks confused, so I tell her the half-truth. That way I'm not totally bummed for lying. "I just think it's weird that after all those years of not liking him, you like him. What brought it on? It's like one day you were all, 'Oh, we're just friends!' to, 'Oh my god! We're going out!'. I mean, come on!" I say, Carly looks a bit shocked.
"I don't really sound like that, do I?"
"Carly," I say sternly, and she laughs.
"Sorry," She says, then becomes serious. "Truthfully, I don't really know. I just started to see him in a new light, and I guess I liked it."
Great. There's that talk about the light again. 'Carly has seen the light. We'll be together forever!' I'm worried that maybe he's right.
"I think you're delusional," I say, and Carly laughs. Like I'm making a joke.
"Whatever you say, Sam. Now, come help me get ready for my first date with Freddie!" She says happily, standing up and rushing upstairs, acting like she's giving me a prize or something. I get up and grudgingly go upstairs.
Maybe I can work this 'prize' to my advantage and get her to wear that hideous sweater from the Dorfmans.
--
Me and Carly were sitting on the couch watching girly cow while Carly waited for Freddie to walk to the two steps from his door to hers and get her for the date.
Carly was wearing a flouncey white skirt the rested just above her knees and a
fitted fuchsia top. She had a silver heart necklace on, too.
As you can see, my plan to have her wear the hideous Dorkman sweater failed. She laughed in my face when I suggested it and said, 'Yeah right, Sam! I'll wear that sweater when you kiss Gibby,'. So my dreams of her wearing the sweater are gone.
There is a knock at the door and both me and Carly straighten and look to the door.
"It's him!" She says happily, sounding out of breath. She stands up and smoothes her skirt before rushing to the door to answer it. "Hey."
"Hey!" I hear Freddie's dorkily excited voice say. He's finally living out his dream, which makes me a tad bit sad. Because it was his dream to date Carly, not me.
Freddie walks in and my breath catches in my throat. Because, my God did that boy look handsome.
He's wearing a green button down shirt that looks to have been steamed, pressed, ironed- the works- and nice black pants. He has a single yellow flower in his hand. He gives it to Carly, who blushes and takes it.
"Bye Sam, tell Spencer I'm on my date with Freddie and that I have my phone!" Carly tells me while she's walking out the door, grabbing the sliver handbag that was on a nearby table and closing the door after her.
I sat for a while, just sitting. Not even thinking. I was too overwhelmed by the scene I just witnessed. Carly actually going on a date with Freddie.
No way.
Then, for some reason, I remember Valentines Day at our school. I can hear the announcement as if it was yesterday. 'White means you're friends, pink is be my valentine, and red means I love you.'
The only reason I remember this is because Freddie had bought a red flower and a white flower, and when he saw me in the hallway, he stopped me and pulled a flower out of his backpack and handed it to me. It was a red flower. I looked at him shocked, and he smiled and said 'Happy Valentines Day!' then walked away. I was speechless. 'Freddie loves me!' I remember thinking.
Then I checked the tag on the flower. It said - 'For my Carly.' I ran after him, chucked the flower at him head and said 'You gave me Carly's flower, Dork!'
He flushed and picked the flower up off the ground, then handed me the while flower. 'Sorry,' He said.
The tag on my flower said 'For my friend, Sam.' Because white means that we're friends. And red means 'I love you'.
Wait, that's it!
I get up from the couch and to the computer as fast as I can, clicking the internet icon. I type '' into the address bar, then 'flower color meanings' into the search bar on zaplook.
I search the listings until I find a promising site. I smile widely at what I've found.
'Yellow - Friendship, joy, happiness. If you want to slow things down, yellow, the color of friendship, is the color to give.'
The color of friendship. And he gave it to Carly.
I wonder if he knows that? But who cares, it makes me feel a whole lot better just reading it.
I go back to the couch and sink into it, satisfied. Watching a 'Girly Cow' rerun, I feel tired, and I'm not one to reject sleep. I let my eyes close and dreams take over my mind.
--
I find myself in school at my locker. I'm the only one in the hallway, so I figure that class is going on now.
I see Freddie coming from his locker and to mine. "Why aren't you in class?" I ask him. Freddie looks at me strangely.
"Class hasn't started yet."
I raise an eyebrow, "Then where is everyone?" Freddie smiles.
"Come with me," He says, then takes my hand and pulls me towards the auditorium. My hand is exploding with tingles, and it feels strangely good.
We enter the door to go back stage. It's pitch black and I can't see anything as Freddie leads me forward. He expertly dodges the ropes and curtains that I can only see when they are inches away from my face.
"Since when does our school have an auditorium?" I ask, but Freddie shushes me and leads me down the large front curtain. He searches for the opening and pulls me through so that we are standing on the stage.
"Freddie, what are we doing?" A spotlight shines on us, but I still can't see past the stage. All I see is Freddie standing next to me, holding my hand. He steps closer and takes my other hand, too. I feel myself blush as he comes closer.
"I know that you're worried about what people would think about us," Freddie says into my ear, "But don't worry, we're not afraid of being in the spotlight."
And he's right. What would people think if I suddenly came out with having a think for Fredward 'The Dork' Benson? Deep down I was always afraid of what people think or say about me. But standing on the stage with Freddie, I found I really don't care what they think with him by my side.
I saw someone come through the curtains out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and see Carly wearing the ugly sweater.
"Sam! Oh my gosh my date with Freddie was amazing!" She said, clasping her hands together and batting her eyelashes. Freddie held my hand tighter and gave Carly a mean look. She suddenly looked confused, then came up and shook me by the shoulders, my hands pulled away from Freddie's. As soon as my hands left his, he was gone.
"Freddie!" I called, but Carly kept shaking me, like she was trying to get me to wake up.
"Sam!" She called me, then I heard her giggle. "Sam, get up!"
--
"What happened?" I hear myself ask sleepily, yawning widely. I'm not fully there yet, still in dream land, you know? It's like when something really good happens, and you're living it, but you're watching it happen at the same time. I was like that already from the dream I just had, but after what Carly said next, I wouldn't stop watching. It was almost like my mind was telling my spirit to come back in, but my spirit said 'Nope! It's too messed up in there!'
Carly giggled. "Why did you call Freddie's name in you're sleep? That's not really something you want to do since I'm kinda dating him."
"I did what now?" I said, becoming defensive for no good reason. Carly laughed again, so I decided to act like it was nothing. "So, why did you wake me up? Did you not see me in a peaceful slumber?"
"Yea, but I thought you'd like to hear all the details about my date with Freddie," Carly said. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, looking like she would leap up at any moment because she can't contain her excitement.
I groan, "Why would anyone want to hear about anything that has to do with Freddie?" What I mean is why would Iwant to hear anything that has to do with Carly going on a date with Freddie.
"Oh, come on Sam! You have no choice, because I need to talk about it! And it's not like I'm going to talk to Spencer about it, I mean eww."
"I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm a bit weirded out by you going out with him still," I say, giving her a look, which as my best friend, she is supposed to interpret and understand everything.
But I guess she doesn't interpret it right, because she stands up, lends me a hand to get up too, then says, "I know you don't, but I really like him, Sam," She has that pleading look on her face again, as if she asking me to accept her 'love' for him. Like that's going to happen.
I sigh, figuring she would never give up. I feel I know her better than she knows me sometimes. "Fine, I listen to your stupid date story. As long as there is a plentiful supply of ice-cream nearby."
Carly laughs, her shoulders bobbing a bit like they do when she only laughs once or twice at something, not when she is full out laughing. "We just got a new carton of chocolate chip cookie dough."
"Sweet," I say, then she gives me a strange look. "No pun intended, but you can take it that way if you want."
We go upstairs and I listen to her talk about Freddie. Even as we are laying in her double bed- because neither of us want to sleep on the floor- she talks about him. I was so relieved when she finally went to sleep at 11:00 o'clock.
I fell asleep soon after, hoping to relive my dream.
Hey guys! Sorry it took a while for me to update! I finishes it a few days ago, and I've been waiting for my beta to read it. I haven't got anything back yet, so, I'm sorry I posted this without your input! I hope it's good! D:
Anyway, did you find the foreshadow in this chapter? Huh? Did ya? If you did - or think you did - great!
This one is super long for me. :D Hopefully they'll all be this long, right? xD
Anyways, enjoy and review!
-Freakers