Hello my dear lab rats! This is Professor Harris speaking, so listen good. I'm actually gonna point out a couple people who reviewed Chap. 9. HarryPotterFanFreak123 surprised me a little because I submitted the chapter then she reviewed it saying I should update soon! XD
As for abracadabra94, I would like to say: Thank you. And thank you for writing something a bit more detailed. I enjoy the mixture of (in comparison) long, detailed reviews and short reviews that just say 'I loved it!'. Over all, reviews just make meh happeh. :D
(By the way, samandfreddie38, You no longer have to wait for the 'next' chapter.) ;-)
Disclaimer: I'm too tired to own iCarly. So there.
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Carly sighed. She was brushing her teeth and trying to do her best to understand exactly what happened that evening.
Freddie was still upstairs, talking with Spencer. Carly tried to shake off the fact that Gibby was in her kitchen eating a banana and that Sam had run out of the apartment all together.
Carly's phone started ringing, It was the wicked and wild wind. Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums. People couldn't believe what I'd become. Finally Sam was calling!
The teenage girl spat her toothpaste out and answered her phone, "Hey..." She slowly said, trying to figure out whether her best friend was calm or still upset.
"Hey, Carls," Sam sighed back. It seemed as if she wanted to say something, but didn't want to start out the conversation.
"You wanna talk about what happened tonight?" Carly tried to put on her motherly and caring tone, but inside she was at a loss for what happened as well.
"Kinda..." Sam, too, was searching for the right words, "I'm sorry I left so suddenly."
Carly shook her head as if Sam could see her, "No, no... it's quite understandable why you left."
There was a moment of uninvited silence, but Sam continued, "What the chiz did all of what happened mean?"
"I'm at as much of a loss as you are, Sam..." Carly tried to say, but Sam kept talking.
"I mean... don't dreams like... mean something?" Sam was trying to wrap her head around the whole thing, "And if dreams really do mean something, that means that Freddie's dream meant something... but what did it mean?"
Carly sighed again and plainly stated, "You just asked that, but you made it more complex this time."
Sam seemed to ignore Carly's comment, "If that nub likes me, I'm gonna rip his head off his..."
Carly interrupted because it seemed that Sam was becoming angrier the more she talked about it, "Sam..." Carly tried to begin, but Sam kept n ranting. The brunette girl flung herself onto the pillows behind her.
"You can't expect me to be cool about this, Carly!" Sam sounded frustrated and freaked out at the same time, "I was totally fine with his entire dream, up until that point. Why the chiz did he have to ruin it!"
"Sam..." Carly kept her voice sounding soothed, but a hint of annoyance lingered, "Come on, Sam, calm down."
"And...and..." Sam was trying to gather her discombobulated thoughts, "And he loves you and he hates me! That's how it was, that's how it is, and that's how it's supposed to be!"
Carly heard her best friends teeth chattering on the other end, "Where are you?"
"I'm..." Sam looked at her nearby surroundings that included a huge building called 'Bushwell Plaza', "I'm at home."
Carly ignored the fact that Sam had lied and chuckled, "Sam, why are you outside of the building? It's freezing!"
Sam sighed because she was caught, "I just wanted you to invite me to stay or something. I don't want to go home because my mom is dating a man who makes beer and I'm sick of cleaning up vomit every morning!"
"Ew," Carly said more to herself than to Sam, but snapped out of the vivid picture that came into her mind, "I'm pretty sure you can stay. Come on up and I'll ask Spencer."
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"I'm sure it was just a dream," Carly reassured her blond-haired friend who was eating a fatcake on the floor next to her bed, "Once I had a dream I married Germy. And in the dream I was actually happy! How terrible is that?"
Sam took another bite of fatcake and replied, "Yeah, I guess so..." She didn't sound fully convinced so Carly decided to play another card.
"Why don't we talk about something else?" Carly, out of habit, went for Sam's hair and started to braid it, when Sam didn't say anything Carly threw in a memory, "Remember that one time when we lost all of those little chicks around the apartment?"
Sam laughed, remembering Spencer stuck in the air vent, "Yeah, and Poachy crawled into Spencer's mouth."
"You'd probably eat it if it crawled in your mouth!" Carly giggled and undid Sam's braid, now deciding on a French Twist.
"Pfft." Sam snickered and opened another fatcake package, "'Probably'."
"Well, I wouldn't know if you would prefer it with barbecue sauce or not!" Carly continued to laugh, which made Sam chuckle.
Sam's phone vibrated suddenly and she pulled out her phone to read a text message, 'I'm sorry.' She didn't recognize the phone number, so she replied with, 'Who the heck is this?'. Sam centered her focus back on the issue at hand.
"Aw," Sam looked down at the eight empty fatcake wrappers around her, "That was my last one... You bought ice cream, right Carly?"
"Yeah, Swe got some Super Choco-Fudge Delig-" Carly didn't get to finish the name of the ice cream because her friend had already run out of the room, "Hey! Wait! I wasn't done with your French Twist!"
"Eh, the French can wait!" Sam giggled, running down the stairs, into the kitchen and yanking open the freezer door.
Aha. Nature's delight an inch from Sam's grasp. As she reached for it, Sam felt a tug which pulled her back a little. She turned to see Carly stick her tongue out and say, "You have to share!"
At that moment, Gibby walked out of the bathroom and called to Carly from where he was standing, "What happened to your cool soap?"
"Gibby, get out of here!" Carly turned to face the chubby boy who had his shirt in his hand on not on his body.
Gibby looked down and slowly walked over to the front door and shut it behind him. Carly turned back to where Sam was standing to find the freezer door open and Sam nowhere in sight.
"Sam!" Carly yelled and shut the freezer door, "You better share!"
Carly suddenly felt a slab of something ice cold and wet hit her arm. She turned to see Sam had flung a scoop of ice cream at her.
"Le ice cream iz mine!" Sam yelled triumphantly in her fake French accent and zipping back upstairs.
Carly laughed and was preparing to run after Sam when the whole dream incident caught back up to her. Something scared her. She remembered glancing at Sam when, in the dream, Freddie and Sam were kissing. But... Sam was smiling... and that wasn't something Sam would ever smile about.
Carly shook off the thought, but plotted to corner Sam into telling her why on earth she was smiling.
When she arrived back in her room, Carly found Sam sitting oh her bed and stuffing her face with ice cream.
"Sam!" Carly scolded the other teenage girl and sat next to her, "I told you not to eat all of it! Share!"
"Sunny and Cher?" Sam looked up at Carly, who was smiling, but more compassionately than jokingly, "Ah, Carls, what did I do?"
"What do you mean?" Carly seemed confused, so Sam enlightened the subject.
"That's your smile..."Sam wondered how she could describe it, "When you want something, that's the smile you put on. Now spill."
Carly dropped her smile and sighed, pulling her feet up to her chin, "I just wanted to know why you were smiling when you and Freddie were...you know...in the dream...in the grass..."
"Ok, I get it!" Sam put her hand up and the tub of ice cream to the side, "And I wasn't smiling."
"Yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't."
"Yes."
"No."
"You were, too! I saw you!" Carly tilted her head to the side, "But... why?"
"If I tell you..." Sam finally gave in, remembering that Carly was her best friend. "Do you promise it will never leave this room?"
"I promise." Carly nodded her head, but Sam was still hesitant.
"Ankle swear." Sam requested and stood up. Carly sighed and stood up as well. They exchanged various hand slaps and claps, grabbed hold of each other's ankles and simultaneously said, "I swear."
"Now tell me." Carly sat back on her bed and Sam repeated what she had said before.
"It never leaves this room."
Carly nodded again.
And it never left that room.
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Dun-dun-duh! Howdya like it? And the veeeeery last sentence? Cliff-hangery, right? By the way, you aren't lab rats. I'm sorry. :-(
Okay, a little quiz thingy: Name the song I used as Sam's ringtone. Now explain why I used it. *Squints eyes* I bet you can't...
Alrighty then. Please know from now on that I have few ideas for the next chapter jumbling around in my brain. The next chapter may not be here soon, but I'm trying to figure out how to make it as good as I can. And even though you know it's not gonna be here soon doesn't mean you CAN'T review. You definitely can! :D
(Remember my lab ra - erm, potential reviewers: No flames! They buuuuuurn!) :P