Later that night, after dinner, we went back upstairs to hang out in the studio. Well, the kids did. I still had to finish my sculpture. He was almost done; his and head and body were finished, but I still had to create the majority of his pirate elements, like his peg leg, pirate hat, and beard.

"You know what we should do?" Sam asked suddenly, throwing herself onto a bean bag.

"What?" Carly replied.

"iCarly."

I looked up. Sam had her typical look of confidence, while Carly and Freddie were looking at each other uneasily. "Seriously?" Freddie finally asked.

Sam shrugged. "Why not? We're all here, and I'm sure everyone is tired of our blogs and individual videos. Come on, kids, be psyched! Freddie, go get your computer stuff. Me and Carls will work on something funny."

Freddie still just stood there.

"Yeah," Carly said, smiling. "Let's do it."

Freddie shrugged and left the room. I hummed and worked on my Recipe Pirate, and Sam and Carly talked about the webshow.

"Well, first we've got to explain what's going on," Carly said. "Just, like, say why we're all of a sudden doing the show again after so long."

"Right, right." Sam wrote something down on a little notepad that she seemed to have gotten out of nowhere. "Oh! And then how about we tell stupid jokes?"

"And lame one liners?"

"Perfect! I can use the 'boo' button on my remote and everything."

"Awesome. There's also this skit that this girl in one of my classes did the other day. It was kind of random but really, really funny. I could call her and ask if we could do that, too."

Sam nodded and wrote some more. "Perfect. Then I make fun of Freddie a little bit, we have some sort of food eating thing -- Emmett still live here? -- and we're done."

"Sweet. So I'll go call my friend and get Emmett and we can start the show," Carly said, leaving the studio.

Now it was just me and Sam.

I grabbed a blob of brown clay out of a bucket for my pirate's peg leg. Sam stood up and walked around, wiping dust off some stuff with her hand. "Hey Spence?"

"What's up?" I formed the clay around the wooden support stick that was the pirate's leg for now.

"What's your favorite color?"

I furrowed my brow but focused on my sculpture. "I guess purple. Why?"

"Just wondering."

I picked up a kibobe skewer and used it to trace a wooden pattern on the peg leg. Dude, this was one sweet peg leg.

"Hey Spence?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever been interested in someone you didn't think you had a chance with?"

My stomach dropped, and I didn't want to look up at her. I knew she was watching me.

Good God. I couldn't think of what would make a good answer, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

"You know me. Always going for the wrong girls. Heh."

I glanced up from the peg leg to look at her, and something in her face fell. What, she didn't like my answer? Aw, hell. I hate myself.

Thank the sweet, holy Lord above, because just at that moment, the elevator "ding"ed and in came Freddie with his old cart of techie items. "Where's Carly?" he asked, setting everything up.

"Went to go take care of the show," Sam answered. "Hey Spencer?"

Oh, please, no. "Uh huh?"

"Do you have a rag I could use? There's dust everywhere."

I looked over at my supplies. "Yeah, right here." I picked up the rag and handed it to her. She nodded a thank you, but I didn't let go as she tried to take it. "And by the way," I said. "I have."

She looked kinda puzzled, but I knew she'd get it after a while.

Carly came skipping in, that kid who eats everything trailing behind her. She was carrying the blender and some random food in her arms. "Who's ready for the show?" she asked happily, setting everything on one of my folding tables.

"Duh," Sam said, plugging in all the lights and wiping the cover of dust off of everything. Hey, I didn't think they'd be doing iCarly anymore, okay? I didn't see any reason to keep everything clean.

"Okay, guys. Take your positions," Freddie said, logging onto the website.

"Emmett, go over there, and I'll call you out when we're ready," Carly told the kid, and he obeyed.

"And in 5...4...3...2..."

I smiled and watched adults act like children.

The overhead lighting made Sam glow.

Maybe this feeling wasn't so creepy.