AN- Hi again, Jessica! Were I am right now for school, there isn't really a beach nearby, but I'm originally from S. Florida, and I went to the beach fairly often. But honestly it's so rainy where I'm from, that beach days aren't as common as you'd think. And I've lived in Florida my whole life, so I'm used to the hot summers; I usually lie out and get a tan or do things inside when it gets ridiculously hot. Anyway, hope that answered your questions!
"Just do it!"
"No!" Gibby protested.
"Come on, I'll even pay you," Sam said. "One whole buck. That's such a deal for you!"
"You want me to stick my hand down your garbage disposal for a dollar?" Gibby frowned. "That's a rip off!"
"Dude, I need you to do it," Sam said. "I dropped Jason's baby spoon down there and he'll probably be hungry when he wakes up."
"So use another spoon."
"The other four that we have might be stuck down there too…" Sam mumbled. "Just do it, Gib."
"Why can't Freddie?"
"Because he's out helping Carly buy a new pearbook," Sam explained. "Now quit yapping and put your hand down that pipe, will you?"
"Fine," Gibby conceded. "But I want you far away from the switch that turns the garbage disposal on. The last thing I need is for my hand to be ripped to shreds…Not when I'm so close to finally fitting into my size seven gloves."
"I'm not going to turn the garbage disposal on, Gibby," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
Gibby rose an eyebrow.
"Okay, okay," Sam sighed. "I'll go into the living room. Happy?"
"Just do it, you freak," Sam snapped, heading into the living room. She settled herself down on the sofa and began flipping through channels on the T.V. She had just begun watching a rather graphic documentary on the methods of Do-It-Yourself home stitches when Melanie walked though the door.
"Hey," Melanie smiled, sitting down next to her sister. "I just came back from mom's."
"You told her about the baby?" Sam asked.
"Uh-huh," Melanie nodded. "She told me to make sure it's a girl, so that she can give me all of our old baby stuff she still has in storage."
"She still has that stuff?" Sam frowned.
"Evidently she was supposed to trade it to some guy she met on the Internet a few years ago for some sort of sequined bikini, but he changed his mind at the last minute," Melanie explained.
"Probably saw mom and decided the world didn't need to see her in it," Sam said.
Melanie laughed just as the front door opened again and Carly and Freddie entered.
"Hey, you got your pearbook?" Sam asked Carly.
"Yeah, after two hours," Carly said. "Your husband spent forever debating with the sales guy about the advantages of the new hard drive!"
"He was trying to rip you off!" Freddie defended. "You would've paid 500 bucks more for the new hard drive when all it does is-"
"But the laptop was such a nice shade of purple!" Carly said. "It was a lot more glossy looking than this one."
"You don't buy a computer because it looks glossy," Freddie said, disgusted. He turned to Melanie. "Hey, Sam told me the news last night. Congratulations!"
"Thanks," Melanie grinned.
"What news?" Carly asked.
"Well," Melanie said. "I just found out a few days ago that I'm pregnant."
Carly's eyes widened. "W-Wow, Melanie, that's-that's great! This is so exciting! Another half-Puckett baby!"
"Hopefully we can all handle that," Freddie smiled.
Just then a cry emitted from the baby monitor sitting on the coffee table.
"I'll get him," Freddie said. "Oh, did you ever get those spoons out of the garbage disposal so we can feed him?"
"Gibby's on it now," Sam replied.
As Freddie hurried upstairs, Melanie's phone beeped.
"Oh, it's Cody," she said, looking at her pearphone screen. "We're driving to his parents place today to tell them the news too."
"Have fun," Carly said.
"Thanks, I'll see you guys in a few days," Melanie replied.
Once Melanie had left, Carly sighed and sat down on the couch.
"What's up?" Sam frowned.
"Nothing's up," Carly said.
"Come on, Shay," Sam said. "Either learn to lie better, or tell me what's going on in that brunette head of yours."
"It's stupid," Carly mumbled.
"Carly, you know I'm gonna get it out of you eventually," Sam sighed. "Why make this difficult?"
"It's just," Carly started. "Everyone's having babies but me!"
"First Spencer and Ella had Dina and Bryan," Carly said. "And that wasn't too bad. I mean, they're way older than us, of course they'd have their kids first, that's what I always expected. And then you and Freddie had Jason, and now Melanie's having a baby. That's everyone but me! I know it's terrible, and totally selfish, but I just feel…jealous."
"Carls, you're being ridiculous," Sam said. "It's not a contest, you know."
"Yeah, well, if it was one, I'd be loosing, wouldn't I?" Carly pointed out.
"Come on, you're not even 24 yet! Most people our age are just starting out in their jobs and chiz," Sam said. "Freddie was telling me about some study on the news that said that most people don't even have kids until their thirties now! You have plenty of time!"
"But I'm not even married yet," Carly said.
"You haven't even been dating Andy for a year, kid," Sam reminded her. "Slow down."
"Hey, Sam!" Gibby called from the kitchen. "I think I have the last spoon! All need to do now is pull it up…Ah! My arm's stuck!"
"Oh my God," Carly moaned. "Are you aware that Gibby , could have a kid before me? Gibby!"
"Okay…that's sort of a scary though," Sam admitted. "But Carly, I still don't see why you're freaking out. I mean, you still get to do all the things that Freddie and I can't do, and soon Melanie won't be able to do them either."
"Like what?" Carly muttered.
"Like have a life," Sam said. "You know what me and Freddie did last Friday night? We stayed home and watched six straight hours of Boy Meets World, getting up a million times to either change Jason or feed him! We haven't gotten to go out and do something in months!"
"Really?" Carly frowned.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Don't you remember, me and Freddie couldn't even go to that party from work because we had to take Jason to his check up? Plus, with babies, you don't sleep. Ever."
"I thought Jason was beginning to sleep through the whole night almost," Carly pointed out.
"Yeah, but that kid still feels the need to wake up before six most mornings," Sam said darkly. "Look, I love Jason, but seriously, you should just worry about you right now, not about the fact that Gibby may or may not have a kid before you."
"You're right," Carly smiled. "Thanks, I needed that pep talk."
"Yeah, it's weird being on this side of one of those," Sam said.
"Can somebody please help me?" Gibby yelled from the kitchen. "My arm's still stuck and I'm beginning to loose feeling in it!"
"Well, I'm going to take a shower," Sam said, getting to her feet.
"You're not going to help Gibby?" Carly asked.
"That monkey got his arm stuck in there himself," Sam said. "He can get it out too."