I recently came across the romantic pairing of Spencer and Sam online and quickly became a Spam fan myself. I've never even thought of putting them together before that, but I do have somewhat of a taste for "forbidden couples" or whatever you would like to call it. I realize that some of you might be fellow Spammers, while some of you may find Spam really creepy. I totally get that. Either way you see it, or if you don't really have an opinion, I love reading the reviews. Tell me whatever you want about the storyline, my writing, or any ideas you have for this story. I love it all—even the criticism. I'm not one of those people that will say "If you don't like it, go away/don't read it!" because I want people to read my stories regardless of their opinion and I like hearing the opinions of others. That's just me…
So this is my shot at a Spam fanfic. Some background to this: Sam, Carly, & Freddie are 19 and Spencer is 31. Freddie and Carly are attending classes at Seattle University, but still live at the Bushwell since it is close enough to the school. Sam works part-time at The Bean (a coffee shop) to save up for her own apartment since she hates living with her mother. Other notes: Sam has never admitted to her "little crush" on Spencer, and Sam and Freddie never liked each other romantically/dated...just because watching them when they were dating was one of the most awkward things I've seen in my entire life (no offense, Seddiers…but I shudder. Not that Spam isn't weird, because it is. But I just like Spam more…it makes sense to me while Seddie doesn't at all. I'm definitely a Creddie fan).
Wow, I have written a lot in only the A/N. Sorry about that. Anyway, don't be surprised if it takes me awhile to update…I can get busy/lazy. But it would be cool if I can actually keep up with this so I'll try to try my best!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own iCarly.
Spencer enjoyed his life. He loved his job, he loved his sister, he loved his friends and all of the adventures they had. He was a little immature for his age, but he knew that's what made his life so fun at times. As far as he knew, his life was great by his standards. But no matter how happy he felt, he knew there was something missing.
He heard his apartment door open and a certain blonde yell, "Helloooo!" and he knew that his something missing was standing right in his living room.
"Hey, Sam. Carly and Freddie are planning iCarly stuff upstairs."
"Cool beans," she said without indicating that she would be joining them anytime soon. She stopped in her tracks and observed Spencer in the kitchen with a pot of something that appeared to be cooling on the stove and a bag of hard-shell tortillas sitting on the counter. "Are you making what I think you're making?"
"I'm making the only thing I can make without starting a fire," he remarked with a smile as if this made him proud.
"SPAGHETTI TACOS!" She said as she ran over to the pot of noodles and tried to grab a handful.
"Sam, don't put your hand in there, it's hot!"
"Ow, ow, ow!" Sam wailed while furiously shaking her hand around. "You made me burn my fingers you nub!"
"I made you burn your fingers? Really? I warned you. And isn't it common sense not to stick your body parts into pots sitting on a hot stove?"
"I was hungry!"
"You're always hungry!" He shouted as he approached her, concern washing over his face. "Come here; let's run some cold water over your hand."
He gently grabbed her wrist and led her to the kitchen sink, turning the faucet on and twisting it all the way to the left, making it ice cold. Spencer was holding Sam's slightly pink fingers under the water, feeling her tense hand slowly relax in his. At that, their attention started to shift from Sam's burnt fingers to their current stance. They hadn't been so close to each other like this in awhile, especially not when they were alone. Spencer could smell the scent of Sam's apple hair shampoo in the air. It was intoxicating to him, like a poison. Spencer couldn't help but look at her in that moment, wishing they could be even closer.
Sam could feel his eyes on her and instinctively looked up into his wistful brown eyes. He seemed embarrassed to be caught staring, and quietly said, "How's it feeling?" referring to her hand, which was still under the faucet.
Sam heard his voice and knew that he had asked her a question, but her mind went blank. What had he just asked? What should she say? He just kept staring into her eyes, and she felt the same wave of butterflies she had been getting every time she looked at Spencer since she was 15. She still hadn't said anything, but he didn't seem to notice.
Suddenly the urge both of them had been fighting for so long overpowered them, and they were engaging in a passionate, but strange, kiss—one they had both been waiting on for years. Both of them had pulled their hands out from underneath the freezing water and placed them on each other. They had only been kissing for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity before they realized what they were doing and broke apart.
All they did was stare at each other in disbelief that they really just kissed. They both wanted to find the words to say something—anything—but nothing came out. They just stared at each other for a moment before Spencer turned off the faucet and went back towards the stove, while Sam simultaneously ran towards the stairs to flee the scene.
Sam paused before opening the heavy stairwell door to catch her breath and think about what had just happened. Sure, she used to have a little "school girl" crush on Spencer—who wouldn't? He was adorably goofy and charming in uniquely strange way. But what the hell had they done? The teenage crush she had on him was innocent and could be easily forgotten. Now things could never be the same with her and Spencer. She knew that all they would be now with each other is awkward when all she wanted was his friendship…at least that's what she thinks she wants.
She took one more deep breath and reminded herself to play it cool around Carly and Freddie. She didn't want them to get suspicious and find out—especially Carly.
Sam entered the iCarly studio to find Carly and Freddie brainstorming ideas for the next web show. They had already been working for awhile. They stopped expecting Sam to show up on time years ago. "Move over, Benson. You know Mama does all the creative thinking around here." She said, grabbing the notepad and pen out of Freddie's hands.
"Hey!" Carly said, sounding insulted.
"Fine. Mama and Carly do all the creative thinking around here. Go work on your tech stuff, Fredward," she motioned towards his little tech station and he idly followed her commands to avoid getting picked on more.
"Well you seem extra snippy today. Did something happen at work or something?" Carly asked as an attempt to calm Sam down before she got even more irritable.
"I'm not snippy!" Sam snapped, contradicting her words.
"Okay, then…" Carly finished as she went back to thinking about all things iCarly. Sam still had the notepad and pen in her hands, but her mind was nowhere near iCarly. She could only think about one thing…
What have I done? Spencer thought to himself as he sat in a kitchen chair with his face buried in his hands, his mind totally conflicted. How could he have kissed Sam? How could he let his emotions slip and take control of him so easily? He knew that nothing could happen between them. They had a twelve year age difference and she was his little sister's best friend. He'd starting liking her when she was 17 and right away ruled out any kind of a future between them. Trying to stop liking her was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do, and as soon as he let his guard down, this happened.
When he started to hear Carly, Sam, and Freddie coming down the stairs, he jumped out of his seat and started setting the plates of spaghetti noodles and hard-shelled tacos on the table. "Those spaghetti tacos ready?" Freddie asked with the girls behind him, Sam looking away from the kitchen.
"You know they are bro!" Spencer yelled a little too enthusiastically with a huge smile to mask what he was actually feeling, especially since Sam was right there.
As Carly and Freddie made their way to the table excitedly and ready to dig into the spaghetti tacos, Sam lingered for a moment as if wondering whether or not she should sit down. She had no appetite and she didn't think that being close to Spencer right now would be a very good thing. But she didn't want to make Carly and Freddie suspicious since Sam never turned down food. Especially since Spencer's spaghetti tacos were one of her favorite dishes.
"Sam…Sam?" Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Carly, who was trying to get her attention. "Are you gonna sit or what?"
"Oh, yeah…of course!" She said as she pulled out a chair and sat down quickly.
"Where did you go?" Freddie asked sarcastically, making fun of Sam for zoning out.
"Somewhere far, far away from you," Sam replied dryly. She quickly looked away as Spencer walked over by the table with their plates.
"Alright, a plate for Freddie! A plate for Carly!" He exclaimed in a long, drawn out voice while handing them a plate, "And a plate for Sam." He said quickly and quietly without making eye contact with her.
Spencer sat down with his own plate and mostly kept to himself. He could feel the amount of discomfort in the room between him and Sam crushing him. It was a wonder that Carly and Freddie didn't feel it, too. He was obviously dodging any direct communication with Sam, but they didn't seem to notice—they were too busy digging into their tacos.
After they were done, they sat at the table for a little while longer. Carly and Freddie seemed to be the only ones contributing to any conversation. "You two are unusually quiet tonight," Carly remarked.
Sam replied with a light, but fake laugh and said, "Psh, no…" while Spencer replied with an obnoxiously loud, "Nothing happened!"
As Sam turned bright red, Carly and Freddie both stared at him for a moment with confusion all over their faces. "Did anything happen today, Spencer?" Freddie warily asked.
"Uhm, no. Don't you listen, Freddie?" Spencer said as he scoffed.
Carly nodded suspiciously as she pushed out of her chair and made her way to the stairs, "Well, on that note…I have a paper to write. So I'm going to go work on that. Later, guys."
"Yeah, I should get going, too. I have an early class tomorrow," Freddie said.
Sam quickly interjected so as not to be left alone with Spencer. "Me, too…well, I obviously don't have a class. But…I have stuff to do." She said as a skeptic Freddie looked at her. "I have to drop my by mom's. She needs help…bathing her hamster. Yeah…so bye…" She said as she hurried out of the apartment with an awkward wave, finally feeling like she could breathe again out in the hall.
Back inside the apartment, Freddie asked, "Did she seem, like, really weird to you tonight? Or is it just me?"
Spencer thought for a moment about what to say. "Hmm…nope. I didn't notice anything weird at all. It must be just you."
"Hmm. Okay. Well I'll see you around, Spence." He said as he walked out of the apartment and went back across the hall.
Spencer collapsed on the couch and finally felt like he could breathe, too.
Okay, I just kind of wanted to get that night out of the way for now…hopefully it isn't too short. I hope you like it so far! I realize I'm not the best writer, but I try J Don't forget to please leave a review telling me what you thought about anything. Leave suggestions as well since I'm not 100% sure how this will end up. I have lots of ideas, but nothing is set in stone. I'll be posting again soon (I hope!).
Oh, and if you do love the idea of Spam, you have to read My Best Friend's Wedding by WalkingWit right here on ! It is kind of amazing and served as an inspiration to me for doing a fanfic about Spam myself.
Okay, now I'm really done. I promise I don't always talk this much. Bye!