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iDidn't see this coming - Part 1

Disclaimer: This has some spice and is set in a world where Pearl never existed, so it's cannon but not that cannon. This does mean that the confession never happened, nor did the Italy fight, so this is why they're strictly platonic best friends in denial here. Other than that, enjoy!

Like most of the bad ideas she gets mixed up in, It’s Harpers fault that it happens.

One moment they’re sipping Wine-ka’s, a delicious mix of Moscato and vodka with just enough bubbles to make you real tipsy real fast -and the next Harper is typing “CREDDIE FAN FICTION” Into the google search bar. It’s harmless, she insists. Why not?

“All I’m saying is that If my Harperheads were dedicated to writing all kinds of freakydeaky things about me and my platonic best friend with whom I refuse to admit I’m in love with, I’d be a little bit curious about what they have to say.”

“Harper heads?” Carly grins, taking another sip of her drink. “And I’m not in love with Freddie” It’s obvious from the high pitched tone that it’s a lie, but she does what any self respecting millennial does, she buckles down. “Why would I be in love with Freddie? That’s like most ridiculous thing that could ever happen, so ridiculous that it belongs in..” she hesitates clearly looking for some sophisticated way of ending the sentence that doesn’t end with her sounding in denial. “-the book of the world’s most ridiculous things to happen…. In the world?” she finishes. Nailed it.

“You done?” Harper asks, eyebrow raising as she gives Carly the ‘You dropped the bag’ look, which yes, she did indeed drop the bag. The bag is on the floor. “As I was saying, my Harper Heads, Harpettes, Harpies? – like groupies but with a Harp, which is fitting because you know how I like me some groupies” Carly gives her a look. “Don’t look at me like that, it could happen. And when it does, they are going to know that even though I’m Beyonce’s best-“ another look. “Err second best friend, I’m down with them getting their creative juices flowing, because one, I’m a creative mastermind myself and two, it would save me a subscription to only fans”

“Are you done?” Carly smirks, mimicking Harper as she reaches over to try and grab her phone back. It doesn’t work.

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious what they think?”

Yes. “No. Besides, if I were curious that would mean that some part of me liked Freddie like that and I don’t, so I’m clearly not curious and would never be, because that would be ridic”

“You start talking about ‘The book of ridiculous things’ and I swear I will I disown you”

“You would never, that too belongs in the book of ridic-“ Harper throws a pillow at her head, she maybe deserves it.

“Carly and Freddie get caught taking a late night jacuzzi together on winter break where shenanigans ensue! Ooh shenanigans, maybe your hair isn’t the only thing getting wet”

“Harper! Hand me the phone.”

“Okay okay, too frisky, I got you. How about this one, Freddie and Carly round third base? It’s about sport? You don’t like sport, you even got kicked out of jazzercize, but third base is relatively tame, it’s like the knitting of fondling and that feels right for you”

“HARPER”

“Oooh the tags on this one! Fred-”

“Is there a Freddie and Carly are super great friends and don’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship because they cherish each other too much to do so and also she doesn’t have feelings for him anyway and he has also moved on, so they just keep being best friends forever and ever and never risk ruining the friendship- fic?” Carly asks, voice once again going Shill. Traitor.

“No” Harper deadpans, taking another sip as she eyes her down. “Because that would be stupid.”

“Don’t you have a date go on?” Carly asks, picking up the pillow and smacking her in the stomach.

She’s sitting on the couch sipping on another wine-ka relishing in the way the bubbles are going to her head when her phone rings, the tone playing the one that’s personalised just for Harper. What? She likes things organised, okay?

“BESTIE!!!” Harper is clearly drunk, and by the weird slurping sounds that are coming through the phone, she’s assuming whoever is currently kissing? Suckling? In the vicinity of the phone, is also very very drunk.

“Are you making respectable decisions?” Carly giggles into the phone, taking another sip of her sweet little cocktail.

“Nope, the most irresponsible ones” Harper replies slurring through a laugh as she pops the p on ‘Nope’. “But I am calling you to say don’t wait up because Victor? It’s Victor right? Oh Vince, Vinet? Oooh Fancy, I like it- is going to take good care of me tonight and by care I mean-“

“LA LA LA LA I don’t need to hear the end of that sentence, just leave your location on and remember your taser.” She means it, really. The last thing drunk Harper is-is subtle.

“Mmmmm Victo-Vinet do that thing with your tongue again. Got to go Carls and by go I mean-”

The phone cuts out. Thank God. One accidental sex voicemail is enough for one lifetime.

She’s in the process of checking if it’s too late to watch another episode of Teledo House Flip when she sees it, the words glowing against the stark white background of the chrome app. ‘It’s your birthday and I’ll try if I want to by Ilovecreddie69’ and she’s not curious, she’s not. It’s a mere coincidence that her eyes drift down and happen to read the synopsis, really it is.

“Freddie wants to throw Carly a birthday she’ll actually enjoy?” she reads aloud curiosity etched in her tone. okay so maybe she’s a little intrigued. After all, it was only a few months ago that she helped throw Freddie the party of his dreams, it only makes sense that she’d be curious what kind of party their fans think he’d know her well enough to throw for her. There’s nothing weird about that right? Right. Besides, her birthday IS coming up soon, so this is kind of fitting.

So far it’s not so bad, it’s cute even. Fic Freddie has spent the morning worrying about trying to make her birthday special because fic Carly hates her birthday. Not so far off reality, so far so good. For her birthday this year fic Freddie has decided he wants to give it a shot to make it the best birthday she’s had, why? Because he can’t face the thought of anyone not liking the day his best friend was born, especially when the main culprit is his best friend herself. What better way than to start all of these festivities then to bake her a cake. it’s pretty tame really and not at all as weird as she thought it would be. Maybe it’s the wine talking, but she’s not not enjoying it, it’s entertaining, maybe Harper was on to something.

She’s up to the part where he starts cooking the cake when she gets the brilliant idea. Freddie. She’ll text it to Freddie. After all her birthday is coming up and they’re always sending each other subtle hints for activities or things they want to do together, why would this be any different? Even Harper said it wasn’t weird. Freddie will get it, he’ll laugh and say ‘noted’ and on her birthday there will be a terribly made cake with sloppy frosting and a cute card and they’ll maybe say a thank you to Ilovecreddie69 when she blows out the candles.

Yes, she’s going to send it. It’s harmless!

She copies the link, opening her messenger app to post it in with the comment ‘A hint for my birthday’ and presses send. Harmless!

She’s all but forgotten about the text half an hour later when his reply comes in, the chime designated specifically for Freddie because organised, remember? playing out into the kitchen where she’s currently stacking her wine glasses into the dishwasher.

Ding.

“Is Harper with you?” That's a weird question to ask, she thinks, reading his response. Then again, it's Harper so it's very possible she’s texted Freddie thinking Carly would be with him, to let them know she's with Vinet and now he's just checking in. Sweet, caring Freddie, how could anyone not love him?

“No, she's out for the night, I don't think we'll be seeing her for a good 12 hours at least. Did she call you?”

She watches as the phone lights up with the three dots signifying he's typing before they disappear again. Weird. It happens three times, dots, no dots, dots, no dots, dots, dots, dots, no dots. Finally, just as she's beginning to think he fell asleep she gets a reply.

"You want me to do this...for you?"

All those dots for that? He's acting weird, technically she realises that, but also reality is she's still pretty tipsy so it’s also very possible she's just thinking he's being weird? Who is she to determine after three flasks of wine-ka's that he's off. His text probably just means 'I want to make sure your birthday is great and I'm just checking it's a cake you want because I care about making it perfect for you' which again, is very Freddie andalso why he is the best friend ever. Even over text he's sweet, she thinks.

She starts typing back.

"Yes please, but I realise I've kind of taken the surprise out of it now."

He responds back immediately.

"I'm certainly surprised." He's surprised? Crap. What was she thinking? He probably already had something planned because he’s Freddie, and now she's gone and messed up his plan by bringing it up. Drunk Carly logic, it’s seamless.

She quickly taps out a response attempting to do damage control because really, Carly, you can’t just take over your best friend's plans for your birthday, that’s rude.

"I’m sorry if I've jumped the gun here, you know I’d be happy with anything you came up with, you don’t have to do this. As long as I've got you by my side, it'll be perfect." There. Much better.

She's humming to herself on the way to her bedroom as his reply finally arrives.

"You haven't jumped the gun, I guess I'm just confused?" Confused? What does that even mean. She texts back straight away.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent it, forget I did, okay?" This is the last time Carly is drinktexting, it feels like she's doing a mental sobriety test and failing spectacularly. She blames the bubbles.

"What if I didn't forget it, what would you want if it were now?" His question confuses her. Right now? Her birthday isn't for another three weeks, does he think she wants cake right now? I mean she's always open to cake, it’s cake -but right now it's almost 12am and who bakes a cake at midnight? She's about to tell him as much when the thought comes in that maybe fic Freddie has another birthday surprise that she missed and real Freddie is asking her what she thinks. It makes way more sense that this is why Freddie is asking her to choose what she wants. She was right, he really was planning her birthday!

She opens the fic back up this time scrolling down as you do when you're a little bit drunk and oblivious to the fact your whole world is about to shift.

'Sucks the frosting off her neck’

'Unzips her dress'

'Straddles his waist'

Oh my God. What the hell did she send him?!

Her phone dings again. Freddie. Oh God. His messages.

She reads back up, starting from the top as she goes back down through each of their messages reading her own words as she practically propositions him leading all the way down to his recent text which just says "Carly, please.." In context, everything he said prior now makes sense. In context, she’s screwed.

She's got to reply, she's got to say something, she knows that. But what? What does one possibly say in this situation? 'I'm sorry, Freddie, I sent you a story with you licking cake frosting off my chest by accident because I thought it was just the cake being made and I really wanted a cake'? Yeah, that’s brilliant, NOT. And his reaction, He’d said 'what if I didn't forget it', he’d asked her to tell him what she wants. That's not a rejection, that's not a 'I don't want to cross this line' that's a please, right? I mean he literally has texted Please, Carly.

She's internally freaking out now, externally too as she paces the floor of her bedroom. Could she do this with Freddie? Could she cross this line? The wine says yes. The heat rolling through her body also says yes. Her brain says....maybe? It's a bad decision, it's definitely a bad decision and yet...

"You go first" she's typed it before she can stop herself, curiosity for what he's about to say overpowering any sense of self control. And she is curious; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't. I mean she's thought about it enough times, wondered what it might be like, what he might be like. Would he be gentle? Would he surprise her? Would he take control? What would he do? When they were young, they were both inexperienced teens having their first go with feelings and flirting and intimacy. Their kisses, if you could even call them that, while sweet at the time, were childlike, but now.. now they'd grown up and that meant the chance for more was definitely… possible? Maybe this was the universe's way of letting them finally get to the bottom of it, in a safe and controlled way that left them both in the safety of their own rooms. The universe is kind like that.

The text comes in.

"I'd take your hand and turn it over, so your palm was facing up and I'd gently brush my lips over your wrist" Oh..

Heat rushes to her face and her cheeks turn a warm shade of pink as she reads his words, words meant only for her. It feels like the rest of the world has disappeared, like they're suddenly in this vulnerable and safe place where only they exist. "Keep going, please?" She sends through as she sits on the edge of her bed.

"I know we'd both be nervous, so I'd take it slow, leaving small little kisses all the way to the inside of your elbow before I stopped." Why?

"Why would you stop?" She asks him, biting her lip as she waits for his reply.

"Because I'd want to see you, I'd want to know if your cheeks flush when I touch you, if you'd bite your lip the way you do when you're nervous..."

It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to her and its Freddie, her Freddie. How?

"I bit my lip reading what you wrote...."

"I wish I could see" he writes back immediately, and she does too. As strange as it is to admit that she really wishes he could see it too.

They're only a hallway apart. A few 100 meters if that. It would be so easy, so simple to walk out the door, down the hall and see him. And yet she can't, not yet. It's one thing to cross this unspoken boundary over text, it's another thing entirely to do it for real. Here it's almost pretend, a hypothetical equation if you will, make believe. In an hour they'll put down their phones, go to bed and in the morning, they'll be back to being Freddie and Carly again. But for now... for now, she's gets to pretend.

She sets some ground rules for herself. No photos, no phone call, nothing real, it's just texting, just them telling a story, acting out the role of characters, like a skit, she does them all the time, this is just the same thing. - it's a lie, she's aware of that, but at the same time, it's the only way she can deal with what they're doing, the line they're crossing.

"I'd want to kiss you" she types into her phone, before taking a few deep breaths deliberating on whether to send it. If she presses send, they're really doing this. It’s not lost on her that so far she's not given much back, in fact she's not really had to put herself out there at all. She could easily pretend to fall asleep and end this now.... but she doesn't want too. She counts to three and then presses send before starting to type again. "If it were now, I'd probably tell you I've thought about this moment a lot"

Her phone buzzes. "If it were now, I'd ask you if it was recent?"

"My thoughts?" She asks, preparing herself for the possibility that he may be wanting to know if she thinks about him, present tense, now. She does.

"Yes" he responds. And okay, they’re doing this then, they’re admitting their feelings, maybe? She’s still not even sure if this is the question he’s asking, but to her, it is, so she goes with it, empowered by the liquid courage.

"I'd tell you yes" It’s the truth.

"Can I ask another question...?" He asks.

She's nervous now. "Okay..."

"What happens tomorrow?"

His question is the last one she’s expecting. I mean they’re practically admitting their feelings for each other which has never really happened, maybe has been a long time coming, and now he’s possibly ruining for them with a ‘What happens tomorrow?’. It’s not a question she’s ready to answer. They are not a reality she’s ready to give in to. It’s just too much, the risk of ruining what she already holds so dear? It’s not possible..

She texts him back. "We wake up.." It might ruin it, but at least it won’t ruin them, if the damage isn’t already done. Stupid Harper.

"So this a dream?" Freddie asks her.

"Yes" It’s just a dream. It can’t be more. It’s unspoken.

"Okay" he texts, and her stomach sinks. Okay? You’ve messed it all up. She’s about to write her own ‘Freddie, please’ when another text lights up the screen. “If it were now, I’d cradle your face in my hands and I'd kiss you while guiding you backward until your back hit the wall." Shit.

She types back, a wave of need rushing over her.

"If it were now, I'd slip my fingers into the top of your pants and tug your body closer to mine so that I could feel you... against me" and she really means it. If she closes her eyes and imagines his words she can practically feel it, feel the way his warm body would melt with hers, his heavy breathing mixing with her own as they linger in the anticipation of what’s to come, what it all means.

Ding.

"If it were now I'd whisper into your lips that you're driving me crazy" She can practically taste it.

She’s breathing heavily as she replies. "If it were now, I'd look you in the eyes and tell you to take off your shirt" She wonders what he’s doing, what’s he’s thinking, is his face heating up? Is there a flush to his cheeks? Where is he sitting? Is he laying? Is he surprised to finally hear her say those words? She wants to know, but then those questions.. She’s not ready to go there, this on its own is more than she ever expected, those boundaries, they’re uncrossable. But for a moment she closes her eyes again, expanding on the last image. His hands reaching down to lift his shirt over his head, her own moving forward to touch him in a way she's never given herself permission to imagine before. It's....

Ding.

"If it were now, I'd tell you that if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to keep being able to hold back from touching you" Fuck. Okay, so he HAS surprised her. And now she wants it more.

"If it were now, I'd tell you to quit trying"

"I'd pick you up and wrap your legs around my waist as I pressed your back into the wall again" He’s quit pretending it’s a hypothetical, throwing away the safety net of the ‘if it were now’ which both scares her with its intensity and intentionality and also makes her even more desperate for him. She wants it.

"Mmm" she texts back, wanting him to know that she’s effected, that he’s doing for her exactly what she hopes she’s doing for him.

Ding.

"And I'd kiss my way from those pretty little lips of yours all the way to your neck so I could whisper into your ear how I can't wait to take you back to my bed, how I'm going to take my time learning all the places I've never been able to learn." That does it. She can’t.

"Take me back" She writes.

"Just a dream right?" He responds.

"Just a dream" She confirms before writing again. "Freddie, take me back to your room."

To be continued :)

Disclaimer: I'm not sure how long this will be kept up on Tumblr given that it is a little bit more mature. But AO3 going down forced my hand and some of you were pretty excited, so I caved, aha.

If you are enjoying it, please let me know because It will inspire me to actually finish the thing.

#Since you asked so nicely #Here you are #creddie #icarly #carly x freddie #otp: you're everything i've ever wanted #otp: you're still my hero #fanfic #WARNING: MATURE

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