iMakeover (an iCarly Story)

9. Angel Disguises for Blonde Headed Demons

I think I fixed it mostly. Sorry about that, I was trying to write fast and I accidentally deleted the last little part and another thing in the middle. I hope it's okay now. I should update a lot sooner than last time since I already have some of the next chapter done, but comments and votes help a lot! Tell your friends to read it, your friend's friends, your parents, your cousin's boyfriend's weird aunt Susan!
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Sam's POV

I wake to the sweet smell of frying bacon and immediately move to jump up and run for it. An arm around me stops my attack on the pig and I realize I'm laying on Freddie for the second morning in a row. Crap. He yawns and I can feel his abdominal muscles and biceps tighten and flex. My heart flutters without my permission. Shaking my head, trying to rid myself of bad thoughts, I look into the kitchen and notice Carly standing by the counter, holding in her laughter. Gee, Carls, bet it wouldn't be so funny if it was you over here, now would it?, I think to myself. I try to detangle my body from his but he just tightens his arms again. Well, nuts.
"Carly!" I whisper-scream. "Help!"
"I don't know Sam, you guys look so comfortable." She teases.
I glare like I've never glared before.
"Help. Me."
She smirks, uneffected. "Fine." She says in an innocent tone that I immediately distrust. Before I can say never mind, she skips over to the couch and leans over me and puts her lips dangerously close to Freddie's. I almost try to push her away from him, but realize that might make her suspicious. Besides, I know she will never like Freddie that way. I have no need be worried. Not that I would be worried about that anyway.
Carly takes a deep breath. "Freddie!! Wake up!!"
My eyes widen in shock and horror as I desperately attempt to wiggle out of his grasp before he comes to. But alas, I'm screwed.
His arms just tighten even more. He blinks his eyes sleepily a few times before they widen in surprise and a light grin appears on his lips.
"What the hell? Am I still dreaming?" He murmurs to himself, confused.
"No, Freddie, you're not." Carly says grinning.
"I-I-uh-" I can't even speak, I'm speechless. I just can't believe Carly did that!
Freddie finally breaks out of his sleepy haze.
"What's going on?" He asks confused. I notice he doesn't let go of me.
"We fell asleep and woke up like this is what's going on." I say angrily, trying for the third time to pull away from him. I still can't. Idiot.
"Now, for christ's sake, let go!" I yell, feeling my face getting hotter by the second.
"Y-yeah, s-sure." He stutters out, blushing. I smile a little at how cute he looks when he's embarrassed but immediately wipe it from my face.
His arms relax and I sit up quickly, stumbling off him.
Suddenly, he grins.
"So, you fell asleep before me." He smirks.
"So? You still fell asleep!" I say angrily, pissed at myself. I should've never accepted but my hands were tied. He knows I can't resist a bet.
"And that means that you both lost my bet." Carly speaks up, smiling at us.
"Shit." Freddie and I say at the same time.
"Oh, yes." Carly walks slowly backwards up the stairs, grinning evilly.
Freddie turns to me.
"That didn't sound too promising."

Carly's POV

Hehehe. I am soo glad I made that other bet last night. I had just said it because I was mad and wanted them to shut up and I'm so happy I did!
Now they both have to do whatever I want for a whole week. Hehe.
I get dressed in a casual little black dress I just bought and pair it with a red jean jacket with the sleeves rolled up. I pull on my little black ankle boots to match it and run down the stairs to Sam and Freddie.
"I'm readyyy!!" I say in a sing-song voice.
"Me too," they both reply.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust. Freddie has on a red plaid shirt and baggy blue jeans with old sneakers. Sam wears black gym shorts, an old penny tee and sneakers held together by duck tape. Real classy.
Suddenly I have a brilliant idea!
I won the bet, so they have to do whatever I want! And since I want them to be dressed a little more fashion foward...
. . . . . . . .

Freddie's POV

Twenty minutes later, Spencer and I are out at the car, waiting for the girls. Carly made me change into some more of my clothes from yesterday; a black and dark gray striped shirt and dark wash jeans, but had no choice but to let me wear my old sneakers because we didn't buy any yesterday. Haha. It's a small victory but a victory all the same.
I open the back door and-
"Spencer! You forgot to take the boxes out of the backseat!" I yell at the tall man child.
"Heh-heh. Whoops?" He tries.
Crap. Sam isn't going to be happy.
Suddenly, I hear a loud crash.
"No! I am not leaving the building in this! You cannot make me!" Sam shrieks from the lobby.
"Oh yes I can!" I hear Carly yell back at her.
"Uhhh!"
Both girls tumble through the door, Carly hanging on for dear life, her arms wrapped around Sam, and Sam.
Uh.
Um.

"Freddie!!" Spencer's voice echoes in my ear like a bomb.
I jump slightly.
"What?!" I look around cluelessly, unable to remember the last few seconds of my life.
Carly's laughing and Sam is now standing right in front of me, staring at me like something's wrong with me. I suck in a deep breath of strawberries and vanilla and gulp. Her hair is wild and messy with waves and a few tiny braids weaved in. Her blue eyes are framed with pale blue eye liner and black mascara, her creamy skin is soft and smooth looking and a pink-tinted blush still lingers on her cheeks, making her look absolutely heartbreakingly beautiful.
"Modeling a 2013 Carrie Dunacia," Carly begins. "Samantha is stunning in a knee length, pale cream colored, A-line dress that puffs out at the waist. Absolutely flawless. Now our model will twirl in the Carrie Dunacia dress."
"Carly!" Sam whines.
"You lost the bet," she says, smirking.
"Ugh."
Sam rolls her eyes and twirls in a circle. The dress fanning out around her. I blink my eyes in amazement. She looks like such a girl! It's weird.
"Whatever, let's just go." Sam says after she stops twirling.
I gulp as she walks over to the car, remembering the boxes still in the car from yesterday.
"Spencer!" Sam yells and he winces.
"I forgot, okay!"
"No, it's not okay!" She glares at him and Carly sighs.
"Fine, you know what?" Carly snaps. "If you're that upset with it, I'll sit in the back with Freddie."
"What?" Sam and I say simultaneously.
"Oh, that's okay Carls, you know I'd never make you do that." Sam quickly replies.
"I don't mind and I'm sure Freddie doesn't either, right Freddie?"
I'm too interested in my blonde demon's reaction to even register the fact that Carly's talking to me.
"Really Carls, don't worry about it, I don't mind." Sam protests.
Huh. She's arguing this a lot, way more than I would've. I know why I don't want Carly to sit in my lap instead of Sam but I have no clue why Sam wouldn't like that arrangement. It's interesting, to say the least.
Carly wears a knowing smile, like she knew even before that Sam would protest it.
"It's fine Carls, it's your car anyway, who are we to make you squeeze into the back of your own car?" I say, trying not to gawk at Sam as she stretches her body up on her toes, arms up over her head.
"Well, alright then." Carly says.
Spencer had been staring up at the clouds the whole time we were talking.
"Doesn't that look just like a were-beavcoopossum?"
He looks down from the clouds and realizes we're all staring at him.
"What?"
"What..what is a were-beavcoopossum?"
Spencer grins excitedly.
"It's a cross between a werewolf, beaver, racoon, and opossum! Duh."
"Of course." Carly nods, rolling her eyes. "Well, we better get going."
She walks daintily over to the passenger side of the car and gets in. Sam, on the other hand, stomps over to the car like a bull, swings open the door and gestures to the open door while making a face at me. Oh, right.
I get in and open my arms to her with a smirk.
"Ugh." She groans, getting in and dropping onto my lap. I laugh as she sticks her tongue out at me.
"At least it's not Carly sitting in my lap, right?" I say to her, hoping to catch her admitting she doesn't want Carly in my lap.
"Uh-huh," Sam agrees, before realizing what she's saying. "Wait,-"
"Nope, you already admitted to it!" Why do you care if she sits on my lap? Why does it matter to you?" I ask.
"It doesn't!" Sam shouts, making Carly jump.
"Sam settle down, the mall's only a few minutes away." Carly says, pulling out a tube of lip gloss. I wrinkle my nose. I hate lip gloss. I remember kissing Carly and getting the sticky gloss all over my face. It was gross.
"Hey Sam, want some lip gloss?"
"Uh, no." Sam replies, making a face.
"Aw, come on. Boys love girls who wear lip gloss."
I decide to cut in there.
"No, actually, we don't. It's sticky and gross and gets all over our lips. I don't know about the rest of the male population but I personally like it best when a girl just wears a tinted chapstick. Some kinds of lipsticks and lip stains are okay but lip gloss is always disgusting. It feels gross and tastes nasty."
"But I thought the cotton candy flavor and the piña colada taste pretty good." Carly protests, now looking distraught.
"Again I don't know about other guys, but if I'm kissing a girl, I don't want to feel disgusted by her gooey lips, you get me chica? And the flavored ones are very artificial. Not something I want in my mouth." I answer her honestly.
Sam grins and flips around to face me, making me uncomfortable and very fidgety. I take a deep breath and try to will my heart to stop its erratic beating.
"I totally get that. I hate lip gloss. I guess we have more in common than I thought."
Sam smiles at me and I swear my heart stops beating. Oh, lord, save me.

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