I have a baby on the way: an ICarly Fan-fiction

Sorry for being someone else cake

Spencer glanced at the raw and unopened ingredients spread out across his counter. How am I supposed to turn all of this into a -
"Carly!" he said, feeling like this undertaking would require more than he was capable of giving. Carly came, feet slapping down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" she asked; she noticed the products on the counter.

"I need help, making a cake. It's an sorry for being a jerk cake."

"What did you do?" Carly fixed Spencer with a serious look that made him avert his gaze while fiddling with the Chestnut milk; he knew he wasn't getting out out of this question, so he told her what happened. " Well yesterday, I sort of met our new neighbor. She thinks I'm a jerk, but when I was talking with her I wasn't me, I was Spens." he whined, swinging his arms to the side. "And apparently the rumor here was that I'm a jerk, and she believes it."

"You're kind of a jerk! It's inconsiderate to randomly pretend to be someone else and someone like that!"

"I know." Spencer slide down the counter. "And I want to make her an apology cake but I don't know how to make that for her. These are sculpting hands,"

"So sculpt a cake." Carly smiled and picked up an egg. "Grandpa taught us how to do this when we visited one year. Don't you remember?"

"Nope."
"Well, looks like you needed it, huh?" Carly said getting the big bowl.
Spencer shook his head.
"Yup!"
"Pay attention." They worked on the cake; Spencer was on egg duties, and when they finished with the batter he licked the spoon. They popped the cake in the oven and stood back feeling quite great about the venture; Spencer poured a glass of Fezze Wizz.
"Thank you so much. I can bring this over around the same time she came over last night, and apologize."
"And remember. No characters. "

"No characters." he assured Carly.

When the cake was done he wrote his apology; Sorry for being a jerk. The letters were brown and thick.
"That's not the prettiest color." Carly noted.
"Nope," Spencer agreed. "It was the cheapest." he packed the cake into a white cake box. "We're on an artist's budget remember?"
Carly shook her head hapy that her brother was trying to sort this out, then shr unfolded her arms.
"Hey Spencer, why don't you invite the neighbor girl over. You can apologize and play the game with her."