Sam's POV
I went to Carly's apartment after school. Fredwad was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. But neither was Carly. I made myself at home by sitting on the couch. I flicked on the T.V. in hopes of something worthwhile. Like always there was nothing on but Totally Terry. Gosh, I hate the Dingo channel.
Bored, I got up and went to the computer on Carly's counter. I figured I'd check out iCarly . com and read comments and chiz. What was odd was it was already on. I shrugged to myself, thinking Carly was reading comments too, and sat on the chair. The page was open to a video. It was newly uploaded so I clicked it. Once I saw what it was, I became murderous.
Freddie and I making out on the screen. Someone had recorded us kissing in the school hallway and had put in on the iCarly website! I knew Andrea What's-her-face wanted videos but come on! This was low.
I heard humming and saw Carls skipping down the staircase. Upon seeing me, mad as heck, she gulped. I glared at her dangerously, and she smiled weakly.
"Hey." she greeted in a nervous tone.
"Chiz, Carly!" I yelled, standing, "Why'd you put that video on here? !" She sighed and came by me, looking apologetic but at the same time tired.
"Because she wanted videos, and Gibby had gotten it on tape for me." she explained, "Besides, so what?"
"'So what'? !" I shouted, "Now everyone in the world will think me and the dork are an item! Think of the humiliation!" After uttering that last word, she just stared at me blankly. I felt like shaking her; what was with the blank stare? ! Was it not obvious? !
"Humil—Sam, the complete opposite would happen." she said, as though it were a simple math problem. I just stared back at her to show my perplexity and she sighed. She pushed past me and laid her hand on the mouse. Then she scrolled down to the comments on the video, and pointed a single finger at the screen. I decided to suck it up and read. I looked at the comments:
OMG, this so rocks! was one comment from someone named Cupcake17. Another from someone called HPGirl said Oh yes! I knew it would happen! Seddie for the win! I didn't understand the Seddie thing, but it was mentioned in all of the other comments. So not only did everyone think I was dating Freddie, but they all liked it! Except for some kid called Poppyseed who wrote This sucks! Where's Creddie? ! For some reason, I took an instant disliking to them, even though I had no idea what a Creddie was.
I looked away from the computer to see a satisfied Carly, who was staring at me expectantly.
"Okay, so there a few psycho kids out there." I said, "So what?" Carly rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration.
"Never mind." she said, but a grin was on her face now, "Anyway, let's go get you dolled up for the date!" Before I could say no—or anything, for that matter—she had grabbed my hand and dragged me up the steps to her room. Inside, she began hungrily digging through her pile of clothes, trying to find something. I was about to relax on her bed when she flung something at me, shouting "Hurry, hurry! Get it on!" Humoring her, I left for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom in a long-sleeved white shirt that stretched to my knees, a bright-red belt with a huge buckle around it. I wore black pants and black heels, which were digging very hard into my feet. After looking in the mirror, I looked pretty. Usually I didn't look so hot because I always had on T-shirts and jeans, sneakers and hoodies. I didn't really think of myself as pretty because no guy would ever look my way and drool. 'Course if any guy looked at me funny I'd kick their butt so I guess it wasn't a big shocker. Still, it'd be nice if one guy thought I looked pretty.
Carly came downstairs shortly after I emerged from the bathroom. She had on black-and-brown dress with zigzag patterns and gold dots. It was a red carpet-worthy outfit. Carly always looked pretty. That's why boys wanted to date her over me. That, and the fact she was a heck of a lot nicer. It felt bad having guys push past me to get a look at her but it was actually better that way, I think. That way I'd know who Mr. Right was instantly when he chose me over Carly.
"You think I look okay?" she asked, modeling for me. I nodded.
"Yeah!" I said.
"Thanks," she said, "I just don't want to look bad for Gibby, you know?" If you haven't caught on, Carly Shay is indeed dating Gibby Gibson. We're not sure entirely how it happened, but it must've been a conversation about how much she liked his hair done-up all special, or something. I bet it made Freddie crazy—his crush and his best guy friend dating. It must've been painful having her choose weirdo, chubby Gibby over friendly, handsome…crud, my mind is going wacko with these stupid thoughts. Freddie was friendly but he wasn't handsome. Well, maybe handsomer than Gibby but not over any other guy.
"Look, chick, you do not have anything to worry about." I teased. She gave me an alright-I-get-it look and I silently laughed to myself.
"I'm surprised you're not worried about looking hot for your man." she said, and my laughter became anger.
"Don't even go there, Shay." I growled menacingly, pointing a finger at her. She raised her hands in surrender. As I looked away the doorbell rang. Already? I thought, moving my eyes to the clock as Carly hustled to the door. It said it was 6:00 PM, something that befuddled me. Time goes by fast, I thought.
I walked up to Carly as she opened the door. Behind it was Gibby in a white collared shirt with black slacks and a leather jacket. And—yes—his hair was specially done-up. Upon seeing him a smile came onto Carly's features and her eyes melted. Gibby gave her a grin and stepped inside, where he gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Hey, girls," he said, "Freddie here yet?"
"Nah." I answered. He stared straight at me then, looking over me like I was an alien object. It was a little unnerving to have him stare at me like that. If he looked any longer I'd have to pop him in the mouth.
"Who would've thought you and Freddie would get together?" he said finally, meaning I wouldn't have to punch him out of his trance. He didn't know it wasn't real? I looked to Carly; she shook her head. I believe she meant not to tell Gib, which was fine with me—I wasn't losing to Dipthong Benson.
"Yeah, who would've known?" I said through clenched teeth. Gibby was oblivious to my gritted teeth and turned back to Carls.
"Hope he gets here soon." he said, "Reservations expire in a half hour."
"Don't worry, he'll get here soon enough." she reassured, but her face was nervous. I didn't blame her. The boy might bail to get away from me. Then we'd be forced to drag him to the Cheesecake Warehouse by his ankles. That'd be fun…
But we surprisingly wouldn't have to do that, for you-know-who came into sight right then, dressed in about the same outfit as Gibby, only his shirt was red. He was nice-looking in that outfit, I'll admit.
"Hey, hey." he said, coming to me. I let the geek put his arm around me. A tingle went through my spine as he touched me. It was strange feeling but I dismissed it, saying it was just the unexpected warmth of his body.
"Yo." I said, turning my head away so I wouldn't see him. He chuckled at my aversion and I heard arrogant confidence in his voice; he thought he was going to win. I hate how boys always think they're right. I waited for him to stare at Carly in all her pretty glory but his eyes never strayed. It puzzled me; you'd think he'd be the first to drool at the feet of her, considering he had a mega crush on her.
Gibby had his arm round Carly in the same fashion, and his pudgy face contained a grin like Carly. Their happiness in Freddie's and my "togetherness" made me want to hit them in the face. Really, we weren't a good couple! Why did people think we were? ! For Pete's sakes, what's the world coming to?
"We ought to go, or someone else will get that table." Gib said. Carly agreed, and we went outside to the hall. Freddie and I lagged a bit behind the two. I took this chance to whisper to him without possibly losing the bet.
"You going down, Fredward." I hissed. He sneered at me, egotism and annoyance in that facial expression.
"No chance, Puckett." he hissed back. We glowered at each other then—he didn't look so intimidating…the complete opposite actually. He looked like a puppy trying to be ferocious when it was evident it wasn't.
"Sam? Freddie?" yelled Carly's voice. We immediately put on smiles and looked away from the other to see she was staring back at us.
"It's all good." Freddie said, and I nodded. She gave us a satisfied smile and turned back around. Then we resumed our glare fest until we reached the parking lot.
'~**~'
We arrived at the restaurant shortly after the drive. We were seated by a window with a lovely view of cars whizzing past on a crowded road (yes, that was sarcasm). The worst part was I was squished next to Freducation in the booth, while the lovebirds were happy being so close. It was the same uneasy closeness I felt earlier that day, when Freddie got flirty.
A guy about our age came up. He had on a Cheesecake Warehouse shirt, so he was no doubt our waiter. He was basketball-player tall with wispy black hair and cute freckles dotting his face. There was a gap in his front teeth but it was good-looking when he smiled crookedly at us. His brown eyes were gorgeous but I've seen better.
"Hi, I'm Finn and I'll be your server this evening." he said. He looked at each of us but stared at me the longest. "What'll you have to drink?"
"Four Peppy Colas." Gibby ordered. He nodded and wrote that down on his mini clipboard. Before leaving he looked back at me.
"Would you like a Peppy Cola?" he asked, giving me that crooked, gap-toothed smile. He was very sweet and handsome; oh, if only I wasn't dating the dork. This Finn was a nice prize.
"Yes, thanks." I said, giving him my own smile. He nodded and left. I looked back to everyone else to see Carly and Gibby staring back at me, surprised, and Freddie glowering at his menu.
"What's the matter?" I asked. Gibby opened his mouth first but Carly cut in.
"You practically flirted with the waiter!" she said. I was about to protest when I realized she was sort of right: he had looked at me the longest, given me a smile, and even made sure I was happy with Gibby's order. He had a bit of a crush on Mama, and I didn't really show any sign I didn't like that fact. Was that why Freddie was angrily gazing at his menu? Nah, he couldn't be jealous…could he?
Had to cut this short so I didn't bore you. Ooo, Fredward getting jealous! Or is he? You'll just have to wait and find out.
Special Note!: If anyone can tell me who Finn the waiter is modeled after, I'll give you a special mention in the next chapter! Here's a hint: he is modeled after a character in either a TV show or a book. Try and guess!