So guess what? I'm writing ANOTHER story! I'm screwed when school comes around again. I'm not sure how long this one will be. I have to apologize for discontinuing my other fic. I just don't like it, and I don't think it clearly shows my talent when it comes to writing. A lot of mistakes were made in the fic for lack of spell check, so hope you enjoy this one.
This is a story based on the song "Break me Out" by The Rescues. Listen to the song if you want, but at least check out the lyrics to get a feel for the story. Oh, I don't own the characters. Just the story. And this will be slash, and it may get graphic. Caution.
My keys jingled against each other as I shoved them into the door's lock. The stupid door had been stubborn lately, and I guess it was because of Carly and Sam's recent iCarly stunt, "Pick-locking with Poodles". I cursed the children in my head, but shook the mean thought away as I opened the door. I regretted opening it instantly.
"SPENCER SHAY, YOU ARE AN ABOMBINATION TO THE SHAY FAMILY! GET OUT OF HERE!" Carly screeched over the television. Out of shock, I dropped my messenger bag and heard a small cracking sound. I guessed that it was probably the small painted magnet that I had customized to say, "Best little sister ever 3".
"What? What what what?" I closed the door behind me. Carly was standing in front of the computer, arms crossed and an even crosser look on her face. She snorted slightly and said,
"Ha you should know why. Guess what I found on the computer?" I looked at her and shrugged.
"I don't know. What did you find." Next to Carly, Sam was struggling not to laugh by putting her hand over her mouth. I heard her snort and Carly gave her a nasty look.
"Porn. Gay porn on this computer. Care to explain, Spence?" I sighed and put my hand on my face in frustration.
"It's not mine. I'm using the pictures as models to do a sculpture. It's not like I look at them for my own enjoyment; gross." I commented and picked my bag back up from the floor. I figured that the conversation would just be done at that point, but no.
"What kind of sculpture? Why would you even sign up to do that? When did you start doing erotic stuff like that?" I flung my bag on the couch and plopped down myself.
"It's a sculpture for a friend of mine, and I don't really want to explain what it is. I did it to make money to support you and I-"
"And me!" Sam added helpfully.
"Right. And I have for a long time⦠you know, we have separate computer profiles for a reason, so you shouldn't even be going through my stuff in the first place." I switched the channel to something else that was less boring than the news, which wouldn't be difficult. Suddenly I felt something hit my chest. "Hey!" I shouted and picked up the orange that was flung at me. "What was that for?"
"Spencer we tell each other everything! Why didn't you tell me you were gay! It was the least you could do so I didn't have to look through your stuff to learn that!" She yelled and threw an apple.
"Stop throwing fruit! They bruise easily!" I got up and placed them in the bowl. I felt a weak punch to my back. I turned around and Carly had her fists raised.
"I want you to go, Spencer." She whispered. I laughed.
"I can't do that, Carly. That's silly anyway. Who would take care of you?" She narrowed her eyes, and the glare bore into me like a drill.
"You can, and you will. I'm going to stay with Sam, and I'm keeping the house. You can come back when you straighten yourself out. Go stay with Socko or something. I don't care. I just don't want you here." I gasped.
"Well kiddo, who's going to feed you? Give you allowance? Pay the electric bill?" I asked as I crossed my arms.
"I would hope you're not gone for months. Just a week or two, okay?"
"I just can't Carls, I'm sorr-"
"Spencer, I'm telling you."
"You can't tell me what to do! I'm your legal guardian!" I shouted and slammed my fist on the counter.
"And I'm your little sister! I'm giving you ten minutes to leave!" I sighed and rolled my eyes. I guessed some people just needed a break from me. I grabbed my bag and walked to the bedroom. I flopped down and opened my phone. I pressed 'Contacts', 'S', then 'Send'.
"Hello?"
If you liked it, review. If you didn't like it, review. This story will get better, but I have a lot on my plate, so I don't know how often I'll be updating.
