Chapter Five: Hidden Cameras and Bagels
"The Groovy Smoothie?" Freddie asked me, looking at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, Carly said the caterer got sick, so she wants us to pick up some stuff"
"Like what? Smoothies and bagels?"
"Yeah! Smoothies and bagels!" Gibby exclaimed, drawing looks from both me and Freddie. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Can't a guy enjoy fruity drinks and baked goods?"
"Gibby?" Freddie began.
"Yeah?"
"Are you still seeing that therapist?"
"Yeah, why?"
"It's not working" Freddie said, drawing another shrug from Gibby. I laughed to myself, then spotted the Groovy Smoothie just ahead.
"There it is ! Turn here, turn here!" I said, pointing my hand over Freddie's shoulder at the Smoothie store.
"I see it, I see it…okay, get your hand out my face…Spencer I can't…SIT DOWN!" Freddie said, and I slumped back into my seat.
"You don't have to be hurtful" I said quietly. We found a parking spot pretty close and rushed to the door. Maybe we rushed too fast, because as we all reached for the door our heads banged together.
"OW!" we said simultaneously. After a brief struggle, Freddie opened the door and went in, followed by me and then Gibby. T-Bo was at the counter, cleaning some cups, when Freddie approached.
"Hey, T-Bo" Freddie said.
"What can I do for ya?" T-Bo asked.
"We need smoothies. A lot of smoothies" Freddie answered.
"How many smoothies we talking?" T-Bo questioned, raising an eyebrow. Freddie looked back to me and Gibby, then at T-Bo again and took a deep breath.
"About…a hundred?"
"A hundred smoothies?" T-Bo said, his eyes growing wide.
"Yeah, and…" Freddie looked back at Gibby, who nodded eagerly. "Could we get the same number of bagels and donuts?
T-Bo stared at Freddie a moment, then set his cup down and began searching around the counter and smoothie machine. When he apparently didn't find what he was looking for, he came around the counter and began checking the tables.
"Um…what are you doing?" Freddie asked. T-Bo popped his head up from under a table.
"Looking for the Cameras." he said. Freddie looked at me and I shrugged.
"Why?" I asked slowly.
"I'm being tricked, right? This is for iCarly?"
"Um…no." Freddie said. T-Bo stopped searching at stared at us again.
"Seriously?" he asked. Me, Freddie and Gibby all nodded. " Well…it'll take me a while…"
"We'll wait" I said, and followed T-Bo over to the counter. "How much is that going to be?" I asked, pulling my checkbook out of my jacket. T-Bo started to respond, but stopped. I looked at him curiously, and he motioned for me to come closer. I leaned in, and he whispered the amount in my ear.
"Ah! Help!" Gibby screamed as I collapsed onto him. Freddie helped me back up, and I supported myself on the counter.
"Y-you're sure?" I asked. T-Bo nodded. "That's a lot" I stated, and began painfully writing the check.
"Uh-oh." Gibby said, and me and Freddie turned to him. He was patting his pants pockets, and then his shirt pockets (he had put it back on in the car, amazingly), and his face was pale.
"What's wrong?" Freddie asked. Gibby looked at him and smiled innocently. Freddie's face turned to stone. "Oh, no. Tell me you didn't forget it." Freddie said.
"It must be in my jacket!" Gibby said. "I think I left it on the fire escape at Bushwell"
"Why were you on the fire escape?" Freddie asked.
"I like the way the wind blows through my hair up there." Gibby said, like it was obvious. Hmm…I remember a lot about that fire escape…I think I feel another flashback coming….