Yeah...me again.
I just wanted to add this quick little conversation now. I know it's a really crappy chapter, but it's meant to help progress the story.
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Carly shuffled through her door; a dress bag slung over her arm delicately. Five hours…spent looking at dresses with Sam! At least she finally found one she liked, she thought to herself. Carly plopped down on the couch, glad the ordeal was finally over. There was a knock on her door and she just called, "Come in!" Freddie poked his head in through the door. "Come on in, Freddie," she replied breathlessly.
"Carly! You need to listen to me!" he said, walking over to her and sitting down on the couch next to her. Carly rolled her eyes and let out a tired sigh.
"Freddie, can it wait? I'm really tired!" Freddie shook his head.
"You don't understand! Sam's date is planning on…having sex with her and he doesn't really care about Sam at all!" Carly just gave Freddie a confused look.
"…What are you talking about?" she asked. "And how do you know all of this?"
"I was trying on a tux and I overheard Tim and some guy he knows talking. He plans on doing this to her and then dumping her!" Carly just let out a nervous giggle.
"Right Freddie! You almost had me there! Good one…" she replied, with a roll of her eyes. But Freddie shook his head.
"Carly! I'm serious!"
"Oh Freddie," she began, "it's too late! Now, I understand that Sam wanted to go with you-"
"Wait…Sam wanted…to go with me?" Carly's eyes went wide.
"Uhh…."
"Sam wanted to go with me?" he repeated. Carly nodded her head and Freddie slapped his own forehead. "Damn it!" he spat. "This is all my fault!" Carly just shot him a curious look. "…I was worried that I'd be stuck going with Sam, so I set her up on the date with Tim!"
"Freddie! How could you?" Carly asked, slapping his arm. "You know that Sam is going to kill you when she finds out!" Freddie shook his head quickly.
"No! We can't tell her! Carly, please; I don't know what to do! I mean, I don't want to go with Sam still, but I don't want her to be hurt either, y'know?" Carly sighed in response.
"All right…just…give me some time to think," she replied. "I'll think of something."
"Carly…we don't have that much time!" he quickly replied. "The Prom is in a week!"
"Well…at least you're going," she began. Freddie sighed to himself.
"…Did Sam pick a dress?"
"Yes…a pretty blue one, actually. Silk, with spaghetti straps. We're going to go tomorrow…well, I'm going tomorrow to find some things for us to wear with our dresses. I got a nice crimson one. Matches hers, actually; kinda like what we wore for the iCarly awards." Freddie grinned at Carly; that had been the first time he's smiled all day.
"…I don't want to go with her, Carly," he whispered. She turned to look at him as he added, "But I don't want her to get hurt. This is my fault and I need to stop it from happening."