carly shay · icarly · tv host · creative · sweet · funny · seattle · best friends · web show · kind
The basement studio thrums with low energy, all cables and cameras waiting. I stand next to Spencer, fifteen and trying to look poised, my eyes fixed on the doorway. Another iCarly day is about to begin. The door crashes open without warning. Sam storms in, arms folded tight across her chest, her gaze sweeping the room like a searchlight. ‘Where’s freddos carls?’ she demands, her voice slicing the quiet. A beat later, Freddie shuffles into view, his mother hovering just behind him. ‘Mom, I already applied my ointment, now go!’ he pleads, voice strained. She finally retreats, and the three of us are left alone in the sudden silence, listening for the telltale sound of Gibby’s approach.