Hey guys! Last time I forgot the disclaimer. In the interest of not being sued, and since I don't have three day law school dropout to handle my legal matters, I must say, I don't own iCarly, and I didn't last chapter either. And I probably won't next chapter.
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Last time (A/N, normally, I wouldn't do this, but this time I thought I should.)
"Happy new year!" Carly shouted, as Sam and I lay there, kissing.
"Oh my god!" I heard, and I pulled away from Sam. "What are you doing!" Carly shouted.
I opened my mouth to answer, but Sam beat me to it. "Well Carls, to be honest," she said, not looking away from my eyes. "I'm kissing my…boyfriend."
I smiled. She actually said it, to someone other than me. "Yeah." I said. "And I'm kissing my girlfriend."
Carly's POV
"What?" I screamed, falling off the bed. I jumped back up, again screaming "What?" They both stood up, still holding hands. Oh my god, my best friends- who were supposed to hate each other- were holding hands – by choice.
"Uhh," Sam tried, looking back and forth between Freddie and the floor.
"See, we're kind of…"
"Going out" Sam finished.
"H-how long has this… been going on?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
"Since the 200th." Freddie said sheepishly.
"You guys are supposed to be my best friends! How could you do this to me?"
"Carly-"
"My best friends!" I shouted again, angrily.
"Look, there's nothing you can do. This is just…how it is. I'm sorry." Sam said.
"But…my best friends. How could you not tell me?"
"We're sorry." Freddie said, "Neither one of us was really comfortable, and we really do want to give this a shot, not just being stupid, but serious."
"My best friends!" I said again, but this time I wasn't mad. I was happy.
They smiled at me tentatively. "My best friends!" I rushed forward and hugged them both. I drew back and looked at them, and suddenly I realized how perfect they were. They were pretty much opposites, but still, they were perfect. The pajamas they were wearing even matched, in a weird way. His were a black T-shirt and baggy dark blue cotton pants, and black slippers. She wore a red tank top, black gym shorts, and black slippers. Hers were fuzzy, but still, they were black slippers.
I suddenly felt out of the loop in a light pink camisole, hot pink shorts, and fuzzy slippers of the same color. I wondered how them being together would change our friendship. I'd probably end up being a third wheel most of the time. I didn't know if I could take them being all mushy all the time. Which reminded me…
"So, question."
"Shoot." Freddie said.
"Are guys gonna be like, a couple?" I asked.
"Uhh…Yeah?" Sam answered, confused
"No, I mean like, are you going to be all nauseatingly cute?"
"Ha!" Sam scoffed. "Of course not. Nothing's going to change much, except I won't rip on him about not being able to get a girlfriend."
Freddie looked at her. "And I'd hope you might go a little easier on me, and maybe you won't be as physically abusive?"
"Yeah, no."
"Sam, you can't just attack-" he was cut off by Sam shoving him to the ground and pinning him down.
"Wanna bet?" she smirked leaning down close.
He whispered something that I couldn't hear, then they were making out.
"Guys!" I shrieked. "Can you, oh I don't know, not make out on my floor?"
"Sorry." Sam said, helping Freddie up.
"I thought you said you weren't going to be nauseatingly coupley!"
They both just shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go get some water, then we're going to bed." I started walking to my door. "And when I come back, I'd better not find you guys kissing."
I ran down stairs and into the kitchen, only to find Spencer sitting on the floor with the refrigerator door open. "Spencer?" I questioned, half laughing. "What are you doing?"
"Eating ice cream." He answered, holding up a carton of Drew and Jerry's ice cream.
"Why?" I asked, sitting on the floor across from him.
"Because I'm going to die alone!" he half screamed, spitting ice cream at me.
"Eww." I said quietly, wiping my face. "What do you mean?"
"I'm 29 years old, not married, I don't have a steady girlfriend, and my main company is my little sister and her two best friends. I don't have a job. My life's just a wreck." He sobbed at me.
"So? You're still awesome! And it's not entirely your fault you're not married. It's somewhat hard to have a social life when you're responsible for your little sister. And for the record, I'm great company. As for the job, you're an artist. An artist. That is the most amazing job you could have, and the best one for someone who's as creative as you are." I stood up. "Now come on! It's a new year! Go find that girl! There's romance in the air! Believe me." I added, under my breath.
"Yeah you're right… wait what was that?" he said, standing up and putting the ice cream away.
"Nothing." I said quickly, grabbing a glass.
"No, you said something."
"No no."
"Tell me!"
I sighed. "Fine. I just said that there's romance in the air. Believe me."
"What do you mean?"
"Sam and Freddie."
"What?"
"Yeah, they're together now."
"What?" he asked again, this time unbelievingly.
"That was my reaction." I said, pouring the water.
"Wow. I never would have thought they'd actually get together."
"I know! I thought Freddie was crazy. Turns out they both are." I shrugged. "I should get back up there"
"Yeah, it's almost" he checked his watch. "1 o'clock. As the 'adult responsible for you', "he held up air quotes. "It is my duty to inform you " his voice rose "you should be in bed by now!"
"Right." I laughed, putting the water away. "Goodnight, Mr. Adult." I said, holding my hand up in a mock salute. He laughed and headed to his room.
" 'Night, little sister."
I laughed and headed back up to my room, fingers crossed that Sam and Freddie weren't making out when I got there. Thankfully, they weren't. Sam was fast asleep on my couch, and Freddie was on the floor next to it, just watching her. Something struck me at that moment, something I had never realized before. Looking at his eyes, even from the angle at which I stood, he was in love. I had seen that look only once before.
When I was five, and my father was still home. We were all sitting in the living room, watching some show that I couldn't remember, and my mom fell asleep on the couch. Those of us who were awake laughed at something one of the people on TV said, and my dad looked over at her, and he smiled. And the way he looked at her, was the way Freddie was looking at Sam.
Freddie must have realized I was standing there, because he looked up and said "Oh, hey. What took you so long?"
"Spencer." I answered, climbing into bed.
"Ah." I watched as he got up, opened my closet door, grabbed a blanket, and lay down on the blue beanbag chair next to the couch.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Sam, kinda stole my spot, so I'm just gonna lay here."
"Okay then." I laughed, fluffing my pillow and putting my head down. "Night Freddie."
"'Night Carly." I heard him shift slightly, then whisper, "'Night Sam"
It's been a crazy night.
Sam's POV
" Hey Carls." I said the next morning after Freddie had left, as his mom wanted him to start his year with her, the psychopath.
"Yeah?"
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"About…me and Freddie."
"I'm happy for you. I'll admit, it freaked me out at first, and I kind of feel like a third wheel now, but really, I am happy for you."
"Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
I closed her door and went to sit beside her on the bed. "Keep in mind that I'm not usually like this, I'm always sure, and I don't know why, but I'm worried."
"About what?"
"Please don't laugh, but I'm worried that this is… this is just…some joke."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid that soon Freddie's gonna say that all of this was just some way to get back at me for something I did." Why was I telling her all of this?
"Sam." She said seriously. "That's not what this is."
"How can be so sure?" Why were we having this conversation? Why did I say anything?
"Well first, I know Freddie, he would never do that. And two…" she stopped, and seemed to deliberate about telling me something. "Sam, you know I never talk about my mom, so this is hard but… there was a look my dad always had when he was around my…her. Especially when she'd fall asleep on the couch, or he'd see her playing with Spencer or me. It was this look that said he loved her, and no matter what, he would do anything for her. He would cross deserts, move mountains. Anything.
"Sam, when I came up after getting my water, Freddie didn't know I was here. You were asleep on the couch, he was on the floor, and he was looking at you. The look that was in his eyes, it's the same look my dad had." She looked up at me, and there were tears on her cheek.
"Oh, Carls." I pulled her toward me and hugged her tight. She started to sob. "Shh, it's gonna be Ok. Calm down, it'll be fine." I decided to take a chance. "It's a new year, maybe they'll find something.
She shook her head against my shoulder. "No they won't" she sniffed. "It's been too long."
"Carls, there's nothing you can do. Would she want you to be upset like this?" she shook her head. I heard a noise downstairs. "Hey, I think Spencer's up. Let's go get you some breakfast, maybe that'll make you feel better."
She wiped her face with her hand, and although she was still crying, said "yeah, maybe."
"C'mon." We headed downstairs, and, seeing Spencer, Carly stopped crying.
"Do I look like I've been crying?" she whispered, wiping her face again.
"A little" I answered truthfully. "Here, go in the bathroom and clean up, I'll be in the kitchen."
She smiled at me, albeit strained. "You're always in the kitchen." I smiled, but said nothing.
I walked into the kitchen where Spencer was making what seemed to be bacon and egg sandwiches, using waffles as bread.
"Hey Spence." I greeted.
"You're still here?" he joked, plating his heavenly creations.
"When am I not?"
"Good point. Bacon and egg wafflewich?" he asked, holding out a plate.
"Wafflewich?"
"It's a word!"
"Morning!" Carly said cheerfully, walking into the kitchen. "Ooh, do I smell wafflewiches?" I had to hand it to her. For someone who was a wreck 10 minutes ago, she sure knew how to hide it well. Her eyes were a little red, but in fairness, you can't do anything about that.
"Yes" Spencer announced, "Indeed you do!"
Suddenly we could all hear shouting.
"That sounds like Mrs. Benson." Carly observed.
The door banged open "No mom!" Freddie yelled. "I don't want to spend New Year 's Day with you! Believe it or not, I'd rather spend it with my girlfriend and my best friend than you!"
"But Freddikins," she screamed running in after him " You're my baby boy! You should spend it with me."
"Mom, I'm not your baby. I love you, but I'm sixteen. I have a life outside you."
"Fine! If that's how you want to be, then go on and have your life. But when you realize what a mistake you're making with that girl" she gave me an evil look "don't expect sympathy from me!" She slammed the door behind her as she stomped out.
Freddie stared at the door for a moment before sighing. He shook his head before turning and walking over to me. "Morning." He said, giving me a kiss on the head. "What's going on?" he asked, while we all just stared at him, speechless.
Sorry for the ending. Obviously, this is not the end. However, I may not be able to update for a few days. The end of winter break, school and such :) I will try to update regularly