iCome Back to Seattle

A FANFICTION CONTINUATION FROM 'iCarly: iGoodbye'

WRITTEN BY allthegoodnamesaretakendamni t

NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGMENT INTENDED. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO DAN SCHNEIDER.

CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner with the gang

While everyone was talking animatedly to each other around the dining table, it was obvious to all that there was some sort of weird tension in the undercurrent. Sasha, Spencer and Jack were deep in discussion of the latest Pak-Rat championships while Finn was pleasantly entertained by Guppy's antics along with Maddie and Gibby, which left Carly, Sam and Freddie to kind of sit there awkwardly in silence.

"Oh right," Sam smiled. "You never told me how Italy really was."

Carly shrugged and swirled her fork deep in the taco pasta on her plate. "Italy was Italian, that's all."

"Sick of pasta yet?" she grinned.

Carly rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Surprisingly no. I found that I really did miss Spence's taco pasta amongst the more authentic dishes there."

This time Freddie was the one to chime up. "And school? How was it?"

Her heart began to hammer in her chest and hesitation seeped in. She could barely look at him and now she has to talk as well? "It was alright. I really miss school here though."

Sam, ever the matchmaker that she was, noticed the opportunity and lunged herself at it. "And… what about guys? Did you meet anyone special?"

Carly looked up to her best friend and gave her a wry smile.

She never noticed the way Freddie flinched and turned his lingering gaze elsewhere.

"A story for another time I think," She continued. "But you know what can't wait any longer? The story of you and Jack."

This time it was Sam's turn to act all awkward and shy. She gave a small laugh as she watched her boyfriend still in animated conversation from the corner of her eye. "Yeah, he's a catch."

"So how did you two meet? Detention together?" she teased.

"Actually… yeah."

Carly chuckled without surprise. "What's the full story?"

"I got in detention 'cos I was picking fights with some dudes, you know, the usual. But he got in trouble because he set fire to one of the art projects displayed."

Carly's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. The thing went up in flames."

"It was November the fifth you see," interrupted a very British voice.

Carly turned to look at Finn who had spoken and was now sporting an amused smile on his lips. "The fifth of November, as in Guy Fawkes day?"

She shook her head. "Guy Fawkes day?"

"A British celebration. I think Jack was missing home a little and he felt that he should be allowed to celebrate Guy Fawkes day by burning up a paper mache statue of a turkey that one of the art students had left outside."

Carly laughed. "Sounds like he's quite the jokester."

Finn rolled his eyes dramatically and sighed loud and clear. "Oh you have no idea how much of a handful he is. I'm surprised Sam could put up with him for oh so long."

Jack, having caught on to the conversation, placed an arm around Sam's shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "She's a saint, dear brother. Didn't you know?" he grinned.

Freddie quietly snorted while Sam not so gently kicked his shin from under the table.

"Ow!"

Maddie turned away from Guppy and worriedly looked at her boyfriend. "Honey, you okay?"

Freddie glared at Sam and subtly rubbed his shin. "Perfect. Never better." He gritted.

The fact that Maddie had called Freddie 'honey' had acted as a further blow to Carly's heart and now she could sense the oncoming wave of sadness about to engulf her senses. Finn, being the ever so observant twin, had noticed the way that the spark in Carly's eyes had disappeared instantly. Immediately, he turned his complete attention to the girl and began to ask her general questions about her stay in Italy.

She was thankful for his distraction and focused all her attention to the boy as she ignored the feeling of Freddie's gaze directed intently at her direction.

Carly was beginning to feel a little less hopeless by the time Finn had made her cry with laughter several hours later, with her thoughts of pain and longing starting to be pushed to the very back of her mind.

And yet she failed to notice the surprisingly vigilante eyes of the unusually wise Spencer Shay watching every interaction that occurred between his sister and the boy who lived in the apartment across.

It was then in that moment he decided that Carly was only right for one person, and that person was most definitely not the British prince of suave who sat next to her.