itoe foot cakes

Carly Shay sat on her bed painting her toenails a light shade of pink when her friend Sam popped into her room.
“What up, Carls? do you wanna-” Sam began, but was choked off by the suprising sight of Carly’s freshly pinked toenails and perfect pail little feet.
You see, Carly never walked around barefoot or ever wore sandals so getting to see her barefeet was a rarity, a rarity Sam had come to long for, hoping for the chance
everytime she came over to her friends house and always leaving disappointed.
Sam stood there staring at the darkhaired Carly’s tiny feet, speechless.
“Sam?” Carly asked. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
Sam’s gaze couldn’t leave the bare feet taunting her from Carly’s bed.
“No,” she said, “nothing. I was just wondering if you wanted to get started on the new icarly sketches.”
Sam was acting wierd and Carly followed her gaze to her feet. “Why are you staring at my feet, Sam?”
“Uh,” Sam snapped out of her trance, “i was just looking, um admiring, i-i like the color. It’s cute. What do you call it, i might have to try it.”
“It’s just passion pink,” Carly felt a little wierded out at first, but now just dismissed it as one girl liking another girls choice of colors. “Okay, do you have any ideas?”
‘Yeah, an insane foot worship sketch. With you tied up with your feet in the air,’ Sam thought as Carly climbed off her bed and got a notebook from top dresser drawer.
Outloud she said, “i was thinking of Freddie making giant robot hands and giving Gibby the ultimate pink-belly. Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
“Wow, sometimes i wonder about you,” Carly smiled at her friend, “but i have to admit, it’s not a bad idea.”
Sam cringed slightly, thinking, ‘no, letting me smell those soft pink soles wouldn’t be a bad idea.’
“Yeah, we could get him good, see how long it takes for him to cry then document how long it takes to heal.” Sam’s voice was monotone as her gaze found itself
hypnotically fixed back on Carly’s feet.
“Now i’m really wondering about you,” Carly shook her head, wrote the idea down, and went back to the dresser for a pair of blue and yellow striped socks.
‘No!’ Sam screamed in her head. ‘you don’t need shoes and socks. For God sakes, girl, just stay barefoot, or atleast just wear sandals for a change.’
But it wasn’t to be. Carly sat at her desk chair and slid the socks passed her toes and up to her knees, then grabbed a pair of black boots from the floor.
Shoes on, Carly grabbed the notebook and said, “Let’s go down to the Groovie Smoothie and we can discuss some more of your wierd and troubling ideas.”
Sam bit her bottom lip and nodded, thinking, ‘you have no idea how wierd and troubling my ideas are, dear Carly.’
Carly left the room and as Sam began to follow she noticed one of Carly’s gym shoes by the bed. She snatched it up quick and put the opening to her nose, inhaling deeply.
“Sam?” came Carly’s voice from the hallway.
Sam quickly dropped the shoe, squeeking out, “Coming,” and ran out into the hall.

The two girls reached the bottom of the stairs just as Carly’s brother, Spencer, was coming out of his bedroom with a suitcase in his hand.
“Where you off to, Spence?” Sam asked.
“He has an art exhibit in L.A. this weekend,” Carly answered for him.
“Wow, cool,” Sam responded, “finally hitting the big time, huh?”
Spencer smiled as he sat his suitcase down and grabbed his jacket. “Yeah, me and Socko are taking a road trip. Can’t waiste a trip to the city of angels on business.
We’re gonna paint the town.” Spencer made a painting motion with his hand and stared into space as if seeing him and his friend partying in l.A.