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Day 4
It's Saturday. Which can only mean that today's the dance, and as we all know, I'm going with Gibby (kill me now).
And on the backburner, we have the fact that I nearly kissed Freddie Benson last night, before he went all good, non-cheating boyfriend on me and left.
Oh yeah. And I'm going dress shopping with his girlfriend today. Not to mention I'm sleeping on her couch.
If you haven't been reading this whole thing, I'm sure you'd be pretty confused at this point.
Anyway, I rub my eyes and stretch, waking up on the Shay's couch to the sweet smell of eggs and turkey bacon.
"Rise up and shine, sleepy head! Come get you some bacon!" I hear Spencer yell happily to me. Carly is in her pajamas - hair not at all messy, even though she just woke up - at the table, almost done with her breakfast. I stand up slowly and shuffle over to the island to grab my plate.
"Why didn't you wake me up when you came down?" I ask her.
"Oh, I just got up a few minutes ago," She tells me. I nod, sitting down in the open chair. Before I start to eat, I eye Carly's hair again and try to smooth my own hair down a little.
There is a moment of silence before Carly speaks again. "I was thinking we can go to the Super Dress first, they had this really cute pink dress in the window when I walked by the other day."
"Sure, that's fine with me. We just have to stop at my place before we go so I can grab some cash," I tell her. It's not like I'm going to let her buy the dress to the dance we are both attending, in which she is taking the guy that I like. Talk about ironic.
"That's cool with me," Carly says, putting the last forkful of food in her mouth, then putting the plate in the sink. I put the last forkful of food in my mouth and put my plate in the sink, too, then we go up to Carly's room and get ready.
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We walk out of the first store, both of us carrying a bad. Carly found 'the' pair of shoes, and I found a tee-shirt that had French fries on it.
"Where to next?" Carly asks me, slipping on her Mercedes Lens sunglasses. "How about Pretty, Pretty Princess Dresses?"
"Ugh, I doubt I'll find anything there," I tell her truthfully. The store had nothing but foofy ball gowns and tiaras.
"I guess..." She says dejectedly. I sigh, and put a hand forwards, signaling her to lead the way to the shop. Carly smiles, and starts to walk in the direction of Pretty, Pretty Princess Dresses.
"Who knows, Sam! Maybe we'll find your perfect dress there. I heard they got some new dresses recently," Carly says to me. I smile. It's just like Carly to try and make me be optimistic about things.
"Maybe. Or, you'll force me to try on some hideous pink dress with chiffon and lace because it 'might look better on'. Don't even try it, Carls. I know by now that if it looks bad on the hanger, it looks bad on me. Or anyone, really," I tease. Carly gives my shoulder a shove, and opens the doors to the shop. I wince as we are hit with a wall of perfume. It's like a light pink, shimmery glow is radiating off of the store. There's so much pink and rhinestones in the store, I wouldn't doubt it.
When we walk in, Carly does a quick scan of the store before rushing off to a rack. I meander to the first rack I come two and finger through the poofy dresses, looking for something with a minimal amount of the color pink, or any other pastel color.
About five minutes later, Carly walks up to me with maybe ten dresses, declaring that she's found one for me that she's sure I'll like.
So, for about twenty minutes, I watch Carly parade in and out of the dressing room wearing various ugly dresses. Although, none of which were the dress.
The time finally came for me to try on the dress that Carly picked out for me.
"I left it in my dressing room for you" She says, carrying all the failures over to the rack that was hanging in the dressing room for everybody's failures. I'm sure that they get a lot of dresses on that rack.
I walk into the dressing room Carly was just in and close the door behind me. My eyes fall onto the dress, and I'm in awe. It just might be the dress. The dress that will send Freddie into a jealous rage when he realizes that he could of had me, instead of Carly, because I am by far the better choice for him.
The dress is a teal color, very bright and bold, which I love. I quickly take off my clothes and slip on the dress. It's strapless and comes just above my knee, tight fitting around the torso, but flowing at the bottom. The fabric has a minimal amount of glitter scattered throughout it, giving it just the right amount of girly-ness. I pictured myself in a pair of silver heels, and the smile on my face grew even wider. This was the dress.
I open the door of the dressing room, so Carly can take a look at my beauty. She gasps and jumps up from the chair she was sitting in.
"Oh my God, Sam! You look amazing!" She proclaims. "Is this the one?"
I smile and nod. "Yeah... I think it is."
Carly squeals in happiness, then takes my hand and twirls me around. The bottom of the skirt rises up and forms a circle around me. I could twirl like this for hours, just to see that circle form around me.
"The only thing is..." I say, then pull on the glow-in-the dark straps of my bra. "I need a strapless."
"Don't worry. Next stop, 'Build-a-Bra'!" Carly then shoves me back into the dressing room and tells me to change back into my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror for a moment before changing.
Never in my life have I felt more beautiful than Carly Shay. And I'm sure that feeling will never come again.
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Carly and I stroll into her apartment, laughing, with shopping bags and smoothies in out hands.
"Ooh, hey girlies! Did ya get your dresses for the dance?" Spencer questions us. His face has a streak of red paint running down the side and he's painting his most recent sculpture- A large, paper mache fish in honor of all of his dead goldfish.
"Yeah! We are going to rock that dance floor," Carly tells him, putting her coffee on the table and starting upstairs. "Let's put our bags in my room and start getting ready," Carly suggests. I look at the clock.
"The dance doesn't start for three hours!" I exclaim.
"Then we'll have just enough time to make sure we look flawless!" Carly says. I sigh and follow her upstairs.
Carly insists on doing my hair and make-up, so I happily oblige. I get frustrated with those types of things easily, which is why I fix up my hair in any special way, and why my morning make-up routine includes only foundation and mascara. So, I quickly wash my hair while Carly sets everything up.
As soon as I get out of the shower and put my clothes back on, Carly basically pounces on me with a blow-dryer. She blow-drys my hair straight, then curls it! I tell her it would have curled on it's own if we'd have let it air dry, but she insists that it looks more precise and much nicer this way. Then, I lounge on her bed and look through magazines for 'make-up ideas' while Carly gets her hair done (which also involved blow-drying and curling).
"So, what made you ask Gibby to the dance?" Carly asks me from her connecting bathroom. I freeze in the middle of turning a page. Shoot. I forgot about the Gibby factor. Why did I ask Gibby? I very easily could have gotten another guy - a better guy - to go with me. Suddenly, A sense of panic looms over my thoughts. How am I going to make Freddie jealous with GIBBY!? I mentally smack myself for being so stupid.
"First guy I thought of that would say yes," I said meekly, hoping she buys the lie.
"I would think you could get someone better than Gibby, though," She says absent-mindedly, curling a strand of hair. If only she knew I had my eyes on someone much better than Gibby. "It's not like it will matter, anyway. All eyes are going to be on you in that smokin' dress of yours. Every guy will be wishing that he asked you to the dance instead of the lame girl that they brought."
She has no idea how much I hope she's right. I really want Freddie to wish that he asked me to the dance instead of Carly, I could care less about what the other guys think.
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Two and a half hours of excorticatingley painful dance prepping later, me and Carly where ready to be whisked away by a limo to the red carpet event of the season.
To bad all we had was Gibby's mom's mini-van to take us to our schools 'Under the Stars' event.
Someone knocks on the door, and Carly races down stairs to answer it. I start to walk down the stairs too, after one more mirror check.
I turn the corner and I'm struck by what I see. Freddie looks so handsome, standing in dress pants, a pressed white shirt, a dress jacket and a tie. He looks up at me and gives a crooked half smile. My heart melts. He holds my gaze as I walk down the stairs to join Carly, Gibby and him.
"You both look great," Freddie says, tearing his eyes off of my to look at Carly. Carly giggles.
"Thanks, Freddie!" She says.
"Alright, guys. Lets get to that dance!" Gibby says. We all give a cheer and leave the Shay's Apartment.
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We walk into the gym where the dance is being held, and it doesn't even look like the gym. My red rubber ball war zone has been transformed into a night sky. The ceiling was covered in twinkling lights, seen through a tent make by strips of sheer fabric.
"Wow! This is beautiful," Carly says, leading Freddie with her out of the doorway.
"Yeah, Tareen really outdid herself," I say. Gibby nods along.
"Let's go dance!" Carly says, pulling Freddie out onto the dance floor just as a slow song goes on. The pleased look on Freddie's face aggravated me, because he was happy that he would slow dance with Carly. Well, I'm never one to stand and watch on the sidelines, so I decide that I'm going to dance with Gibby. Ha! Take that, Fredward!
"Come on Gibby. We're going to dance," I command, pulling him out onto the dance floor by his elbow. I make sure to get a spot so that I can keep a good eye on the dork and my best friend.
Freddie spots me slow dancing with Gibby, awkwardly swaying together. He also happened to spot me staring at me and Carly. Shoot. He raises his eyebrows then dips Carly and brings her back up, standing closer to her than he was before. He looks over at me and gives me a cocky grin.
Oh, so he wanted to play that game, huh? Well, two could play at that game. I pulled Gibby closer to me, so our torsos were touching. I made sure it didn't show on my face that it was immensely painful to have him this close. "Just go along with it, okay?" I whisper to Gibby menacingly. Gibby nods curtly and doesn't meet my gaze. This poor boy's probably going to be getting more action tonight that he'll get the rest of his life.
I turn to look at Freddie and raise my eyebrow challengingly. Freddie smirks and lowers his hands so that they are resting on the small of Carly's back. Carly giggles and pulls him closer to her, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, since she is to tall to put her head on his chest. I frown.
"Get ready, Gibby," I tell him.
"For what?" He asks, frightened.
"Just go with it," I hiss. I slowly move my hands down so that they are resting just above Gibby's butt. I feel my eye twitch for a moment, but I stop it. It takes all my will-power not to push Gibby to the ground right then and there. But my want to show up Freddie is bigger.
"Put your hands on my butt," I tell Gibby firmly. His eyes go wide.
"What!? Sam, no way!"
"Do it," I tell him through gritted teeth. "I don't want you to do this as much as you don't."
"Then why do I have to-"
"Just do it!" I instruct. Gibby gulps, then slides his hands down, hesitantly putting them on my butt. I gulp and control myself before turning to Freddie and giving him a smirk. I can see a look of jealousy burns in his eyes from across the dance floor.
Freddie turns away, looks at Carly and tells her something. She smiles sweetly, and the next thing I know, they are locking lips in a kiss. The break apart, and immediately Freddie looks at me with that cocky grin - the grin that has forced my hands onto Gibby's butt.
I take a deep breath and look at Gibby, who is looking at Freddie and Carly.
"We're competing with them, aren't we?" He says, frightened.
"Your a smart kid, Gibby," I tell him. "Now that you've figured that out, you probably know what's about to come next."
Oh my God. Ew, ew eeww! I can't even think about what I'm about to do next. It's so insanely horrible, that I don't know what evil force even possessed me to do it.
But I kissed Gibby full on the lips. For at least three seconds. I break apart from Gibby as soon as the three seconds are up and look over at Freddie and Carly, who are already making out again. I feel a surge so through my body. I really hated Freddie right then. I hated him and loved him at the exact same time. I pushed myself away from Gibby and march over to Carly and Freddie.
"Sam!" Carly says brightly. I don't acknowledge her.
"You win," I say to Freddie, then turn on my heel and leave the gym as fast as I can.
I run to my locker and throw myself against it, listening to the clank of the metal. I turn around so my back is against the lockers and slide down to the ground, bringing my knees closer to me with my arms and burying my head in them.
I'm crushed. I feel deflated. I lost. He won. Carly won. Again. I promised myself that I wouldn't let that happen, and I failed. 'I don't want to lose to her again. Freddie will be mine. And no spray bottle can stop me.' Ha. My hope is funny. My determination is a joke. My will-power is a lie.
I hear footsteps approaching me. I know it's a guy because it's the footsteps of a closed-toed shoe and not a heel. And there is no doubt in my mind that it's Freddie. I look up to see him standing in front of me.
"Sam, get up." He tells me.
"You can't tell me what to do," I say, using my last thread of defiance. He puts out a hand and I look up at him with sad eyes. I hesitantly take it and he pulls me up.
"What's wrong?" He asks me, not letting go of my hand. I look down at our intertwined hands, hoping I remember this moment forever, because this will be the closest I will ever be to him.
"Everything," I say quietly, then look up. "Mostly you, you stupid dork," I say harshly.
"Sam!" He says, using my angry tone. He lets go of my hand. "Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Why are you acting like you aren't phased by anything? I can see past you act, you know."
"You really want to know?" I ask him angrily.
"Yes, I do," He tells me in as harsh tone.
"Maybe it's because I really hate the idea of you going out with Carly. Maybe it's because I think you should be going out with someone else!" I shout. I can feel tears forming in my eyes. I pray silently that they won't fall. Because I don't cry. I'm not supposed to be weak. I'm supposed to be strong and unfeeling. But this dork has be putting down every wall that I've ever put up. He makes me feel something that I've never felt and couldn't even begin to explain, it's that horribly wonderful.
"Like who?" He shouts back.
"Me!" I scream, and a single tear falls down my cheek.
Oh my God.
I didn't just say that. How stupid can I be? I feel my heart skip a beat when the anger and impatience in his face melts away into a softer look. He opens his mouth to say something.
Before he can respond, I fling myself around and run back to the dance floor, my heels in my hand and my dress and hair flowing behind me. I can hear him call my name and start to chase after me. But, unlike I do after gym class, I don't slow down.
I open the doors of the gym and walk inside, letting the doors slam behind me. I scan the room, looking for Carly. I do a double take at what I see.
Carly kissing Jake Krandle in the middle of the dance floor.
I hear Freddie come in behind me, he touches my shoulder, and I don't turn around.
"Sam, come on! Talk to-" He stops abruptly. I know he's seeing what I'm seeing.
Carly kissing Jake Krandle in the middle of the dance floor.
His hand falls off of my shoulder, and comes to stand next to me.
I can see anger brewing on his face. But strangely...
The jealousy I saw on his face after I kissed Gibby wasn't there.
Suddenly, Freddie is no longer by my side. He is walking angrily out to the middle of the dance floor, his eyes glued onto Carly and Jake. I know where this is going. Oh, crap.
I drop my heels on the floor and rush after him.
"Freddie!" I hear Carly's startled voice. She breaks out of Jakes grip and takes a few steps away from them both. Freddie doesn't say anything in response. He looks harshly at Jake. I can see his shoulders rise and fall drastically. I push through the crowd that's formed and stand behind him.
"Freddie..." I say quietly. So quiet that I thought that he didn't hear me.
But he did.
He turns around and gazes into my eyes. He wipes away a tear. I didn't realize that another one fell. "I'm sorry," He whispers. If he meant for what he put me through this past week, or what he was about to do next, I don't know.
Because the next thing I knew, he turned around and punched Jake Krandle in the face.
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yaaaay! Updates! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but homework and drama club has been taking up all of my free time. I finally sat myself down and wrote most of this tonight. Well, I did the beginning last week, then I wrote the end this morning because I was inspired, then I finished it after lunch. xD
Okay, really, the next chapter will be the last chapter. So... hopefully I'll crank that out in a week or two, then it will be drabbles and one shots until summer, when I'll make my next chapter story. Want to know what it's about? Well, okay!
Freddie is fresh out of college and just landed a job in a tech store in seattle. One day, he gets a visit from a now-grown Sam, who enlists his help is an action pack adventure. The catch? Sam and Carly were both asked to become a part of the CIA as spys during college, and the gang hasn't been together two years. Oh, and Carly has been kidnapped by a group of evil enemy spies.
Expect an action packed summer adventure, with a lot of seddie romance. A lot of this was inspired by the show Chuck, and if you watch the show... :) good!
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