For a heavy man he was a light sleeper. Carly couldn't lift her slight frame from the mattress without waking him. She was considerate enough never to get up when she could help it. But their day wasn't synced. Either they fell asleep together or woke together, it couldn't happen both ways in one night. Work came too early for her, kept him too late. When he came home, he lowered his bulk onto their creaky bed, cuddled up to her. Hours later, she woke him getting up, kissed him back to sleep every time, like sleeping beauty in reverse.
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She'd always liked the piano scene in Pretty Woman, the way the notes jarred when he sat her on the keys, reached under her robe… Something similar was a frequent daydream of hers. She'd never ever told anyone—personal, you know? But the forward motion of talking to him for hours on end about nothing and everything, it just sort of slipped out.
They didn't have a piano. Gibby swore he bought one because he wanted to learn how to play it. The fact that jarred notes was the only music he ever played was no one's business but theirs.
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Never went for the tomboys. Never did it for him. Felt like he was flirting with his brother or something. Tomboys never went for him either. They were two worlds coexisting, never mixing or tangling.
So it was a weird day when Gibby kissed Sam.
It only happened once—it was nothing, a friendship kiss. They were drunk, she was upset., he confessed in the same day. Couldn't not tell her the most interesting thing that'd happened that day.
Shocked, not mad. Hurt? Sam's a tomboy. Tomboys had zero effect but crying girls were his weakness. S'long as Freddie apologized…
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It was still new, the glint on her third finger. It caught everyone's eye, made them stop, made them shout, "WHOA! Where'd'ya get that?"
Alone, in private, Sam let her try it on for a second, just to see what it was like. Carly flashed it around, pretended it was hers, from Gibby. College was over, they had jobs; so maybe he'd ask soon. Hopefully.
"You're lucky Sam," Carly said wistfully, giving it back. Sam jammed it back on her finger, shrugged.
"Neh, he's a nub," but she had a glint in her eye.
Carly was thrilled for them both.
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Freddie and Sam glided across the ballroom floor, arguing in whispers through smiles. He wasn't done being mad about her silly vows.
A sparkling glass of Champaign filled Carly's vision and then a tuxedoed Gibby was in the chair next to her. Glasses clinked. "To Frenemies, I guess."
Carly toasted, took a sip. He laughed, shook his head. "Can't get over those vows."
"It's Sam, she was never going to spill her heart in front of a crowd."
"I could do it, easy."
"Well, me too."
"Good—you know, cool…"
He cleared his throat. She smiled shyly into her Champaign.
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Spencer had a present for the newlyweds—and a less public but duplicate present for the best man and bridesmaid. Unconventional, but Spencer never was everything else but that.
Snow globes of Seattle. There was a prominent fire escape in theirs, a grassy playground hill in the center of the other. He said they were called Lightning Strikes Twice.
"Love so strong is supposed to be rare in the young," he said to them all in private. "Take it from a bachelor in his forties. You don't know how lucky you guys are to have found each other so early."
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She'd forced three words out of him prematurely. She waited for the bigger four with baited breath. Sometimes she thought he was working up to say it—surprises, fancy dinner dates, flowers—but he didn't. She wasn't worried, knew he would ask, some day. Whenever she felt herself getting impatient or fed up, she imagined how wonderful it'd be, getting surprised by the question. It sent thrills down to her toes. She daydreamed about it often.
Maybe he'd get down on one knee, maybe in front of everyone they knew…she didn't care how, really, she just wanted to say yes.
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Mystic Mountain; a day of fun.
The Demonator: the fastest, scariest rollercoaster. Carly was nervous as their cart hiked up the steep incline. Gibby was shirtless.
"We're gonna die."
"Hey, Carly," he said, they were seconds from cresting the hill. "I want you to marry me. In case we die, just know that."
Then they were falling—fast. Where was the sky? The ground? Their stomachs? She didn't know, but through it all Gibby was right there next to her. Couldn't have asked for a better reason to say yes.
He pretended to get her ring from a quarter machine.
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Some tears, some heavenly praises, some secrets so deep they didn't have words, but words weren't needed. A lot of ecstatic laughter, a lot of new plans, a lot of phone calls that needed to be made to everyone they knew. They'd do that later...
Right now there was no one else alive, no where else they needed to be, nothing else they'd rather do. Tangled in each other.
Sighing over her skin, lost in her lips.
Cuddling into her mountain of a man, safe, warm.
An entire day in bed, wearing nothing but her new ring and Gibby kisses.
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Peculiar Kid and Sam's friend
Shirtless dork and iCarly-Carly
The big guy and the hot girl
The other kid on the show and the brunette
Shirtless potato and Carly-from-iCarly
The hostess and the Mostess
Weirdo and Webshow
Doying! and Lucky Scutter
Crazy chick and Ew, Why Him?
Beauty and the Feast
Chubs and Control-freak
The Gibbies and the Legs
Miss Sass and Ya, Big Ass
The Best Man and the Bridesmaid
People could call them what they wanted, they didn't care. They called themselves Cibby when they thought no one could hear. They were happy. They were Carls and Gibbeh.
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