iTouched the Dork

Sam's POV

"Okay, Sasha Striker's coming up in the elevator." Freddie told me.

"Better tell Carly."

The two of us rushed upstairs to the Shay apartment. I'd probably let you in with what we're doing. See, Spencer's got addicted to this really old videogame, Pak-Rat, and can't stop playing it. He was almost there to start his Labradoodle sculpture when Freddie looks up the highest scorer in the history of Pak-Rat and actually [i]encourages[/i] Spencer to beat the score. And now, nothing can take Spencer away from the machine unless he beats Sasha Striker. And now here I am, running up the stairs and heading towards Carly's apartment, to personally tell Carly that Spencer's match is up on the elevator.

We were at the floor where Freddie and Carly's apartments can be found, when Freddie and I decided to walk after that long climb.

"So... hopefully Spencer gets this over with." he said.

"Yeah, just don't distract them with your dorky self." I said.

He rolled his eyes. I reached for the doorknob and felt soft skin also reaching for the doorknob. For a moment, are hands mingled. I pulled my hand immediately away from his, as he did with his hand.

"S-sorry..." he apologized, and reached out onto the doorknob again.

I held my hand. I can't believe that Freddie and I [i]almost[/i] held each other's hands. It felt extremely weird, and at the same time wonderful. Freddie and I put up a straight face and, acting as if nothing happened, announced to Carly that Sasha Striker's here, as she opened the door.

"She's here!"

I was still holding my hand. The hand Freddie almost intertwined with his fingers.