A/N – I think the iCarly characters are in grade nine, right? Well I've decided to fast forward and put them in the summer before they enter grade eleven, so a year later – just so it fits more with this fanfic. Thanks!
Also, I changed the title of the story, so let me know which you prefer: iDon't Need You, Right? or Won't You Let Me Know
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Vintage88
Kicking up his feet in a little jig as he ran down the hall, Spencer burst into his sister's room. With a grin, he yelled, "Carl-AHHHH, I'm sorry!" He froze as he realized Carly was on the phone. He grinned apologetically as she met his eye, baring his huge horse teeth. "Carly!" he then whispered, waving at her as if he didn't already have her attention. Carly nodded for him to hold on before turning her back to him.
Carly was on the phone with Dawn Flannigan. She had arrived at their school halfway through the school, and Carly, being Carly, had done her best to make her feel welcome. After all, it couldn't be easy making friends in the middle of their grade ten year. Dawn was nice, a loud girl who liked to have fun, but with a slight obsession with iCarly. She hadn't tried to be discrete when she said she wanted to be on the show with them, and Sam had replied, not quite discretely either, that it would never happen.
"… and it's going to be really fun," Dawn blabbered away in Carly's ear, "and I've already put together an amazing music playlist and maybe you could talk about it on iCarly and are you sure you're going to come?"
"Yes Dawn," Carly grimaced, "I'm still coming, just like I said when you asked me thirty-seven minutes ago."
"Oh right, right, right, well I just wanted to call and make sure and hey, did I tell you what I'm planning to wear?"
"Dawn," Carly suddenly burst, unable to hold in her temper any longer, "I'm sorry but I have to go. It's my brother. He fell… and hit his mouth… and now his teeth are bleeding!"
"Teeth can bleed?" Dawn began, but Carly frantically turned off the phone. Her eyes were wide from the pathetic lie Dawn had somehow believed and slowly she turned to face her brother. With a tight smile, she asked, "What's up?"
Spencer had crossed his arms over his chest and arched one bushy eyebrow. "Did you just lie to your friend? My teeth are not bleeding and I did not fall and since you told her that exactly I am certainly certain that you just told a lie."
"I know," she responded with a sigh, "but it was Dawn."
Spencer gasped dramatically, wincing as he curled his arms into his chest as if he were afraid Dawn were about to pop up somewhere. "You mean the girl who took to you, Sam and Freddie like a vulture takes to a dead carcass?"
Almost gagging at this question, Carly nodded twice before distracting herself by picking up her cell phone. Already she had received a text from Dawn, giving her instructions to her house, even though Carly had been there before. Rolling her eyes, she dropped her phone onto a beanbag and approached her brother. "You were going to tell me something?" she reminded him.
Face suddenly beaming, Spencer cleared his throat. "I, uh… wanted to know what you were planning to do tonight because I, uh… have a hot date with Fattianna. I met her while shopping for thumb tacks and it turned out we have a lot in common. She wants to take me to an art exhibit where everything is made out of trash."
Carly suppressed the laugher that was rising in her throat. There had been so many things wrong with what Spencer had just told her, and in the end she decided to ask, "What kind of name is Fattianna?"
"Well I'm sure you would be named Fattianna if you were half Spanish, half German," Spencer retorted, mildly offended. "Now I need to know what you're doing tonight before I head out."
"Dawn's having a party," Carly replied, "and if I don't go she'll probably break into my room to see where I am."
Spencer shuddered, "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Dawn's not that bad. Besides long as I have Sam and Freddie coming it'll be fine."
Spencer arched an eyebrow in Carly's direction at hearing this. The corners of his mouth curled up into a goofy smile as he laughed, "Right, as if either of them will want to go to Dawn's party. HA! Good luck!"
Carly scowled, "Oh shut up. Freddie and Sam may not like Dawn very much, but they'll go. They always end up going."
"I am not going."
"Sam!"
Sam whipped around to face Carly. "Dawn pisses me off. Why would I spend one of my summer nights at her party?"
"Because she's one of the few people in this city who has a backyard," Carly sang with a cheesy grin. There was a moment of consideration from Sam, and Carly would tell that she was starting to warm up to the idea of going. "There will be a lot of people going," Carly added, "so the chance of you actually running into her is like, thirty-eight percent."
"Thirty-eight percent," Sam repeated, "as in thirty-eight out of a hundred?"
Carly nodded eagerly, and as Sam narrowed her eyes in thought, she put her phone back up to her ear. "Sam is considering on coming again," Carly told Freddie who was on the other line. He, too, wasn't sure if he wanted to go, but had made it clear to Carly that he wanted to know what Sam was doing first.
"Don't tell him that," Sam hissed. "I have no idea what I'm doing yet. What did he say?"
"Sorry Freddie," Carly said into the phone, "Sam wanted to know what you just said." Sam dropped her head back in frustration.
"I'm still not sure," Freddie responded slowly, "but I think I'm going to come."
"Change of plans," Sam suddenly barked, causing Carly to jump, "I'm not going to Dawn's. I don't like her and it would stupid to go. I'm staying here."
Carly updated Freddie on Sam's status before turning to her friend and crying, "Why not? Sam please, you can't just leave me to go to Dawn's alone." In an act of desperation, Carly grabbed onto Sam's shoulders and shook her back and forth, "You have to come with me, you have to come with –" Carly suddenly froze, removing her hands from Sam's shoulders to look at her phone. "Now look what you made me do. I hung up on Freddie."
"Oh yeah," inquired Sam, "well what did he say?"
"He said he didn't want to go anymore which means I'm going to have to go to Dawn's alone. Remind me to look for new friends when we go back to school in the fall, will you?"
Sam's face suddenly lit up, her eyebrows arched slightly at an idea. "How about this instead; I go to the party with you and just you, which means we go without Freddie."
"Why would we do that?"
"Come on Carl," Sam cried as if it were completely obvious, "the boy already said he didn't want to go so we would only be making him do something against his will if we dragged him along."
A smirk suddenly twitched across Carly's lips. "You practically do that to him all the time with the way you bully him," she pointed out.
"True," Sam said slowly, "but you're missing the point. Freddie doesn't want to go so we'll just forget about him. Besides, he's always a downer at parties. He rarely drinks and just stands there awkwardly all the time. He's like a shadow or something."
Carly's face was serious in thought. Sam did have a point when she said Freddie hardly drank at parties, but it wasn't like she or Sam ever did so excessively either. Carly couldn't help but feel guilty at the thought of leaving Freddie out, even if he had said he wasn't interested in going. "Are you mad at Freddie or something?" she asked Sam.
"Why would you say that?" Sam responded quickly, and the two girls slightly turned their backs to each other.
"No reason," Carly replied airily. "So I guess if it's just the two of us going we should start getting ready, right?"
"Definitely." Sam let a silent sight escape from her mouth, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. As much as Dawn got on her nerves, she had never been so thankful that the girl practically had a crush on her and Carly. The fact that Sam would be spending her time trying to avoid Dawn would mean she would be too busy to think about Freddie, at least for the rest of the night.