A/N: A first attempt at something interesting. This is the prologue and normally it should have having big happening in it. But most of the time in life things don't have a specific point you can pin down. It's the little things that builds up something special.
Pairing: Sam X Carly
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Prologue
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You're staring again, and you're aware of that. She's not though, so you tell yourself it's fine. It's just that she's wearing her hair down and you keep telling her that she doesn't do that enough in your mind but never to her face so you're taking time to appreciate the times that she does instead. There's not a big change from her other hairstyles, really, but you just like it better when it's down. Like she's letting loose, like she's not as rigid as she tries to pass it off. You knew, since she's your best friend after all. No one who's Sam Puckett's best friend can honestly be a stiff. Yeah, that's must be why you like her hair better when it's down.
And while you're busing yourself with staring at her and eating a ham and cheese sandwich on the kitchen counter, she's sitting on the sofa talking on the phone with Spencer about whatever it is that brothers and sisters talk about. Girly Cow's showing on the TV, but you doubt either of you are really watching it, it's a rerun of an episode you've seen so much you could recite some lines from it. And all of a sudden a thought popped into your head as you finish your sandwich.
"God, I love ya, Carly.", you said out loud as you walk over to the sofa because it's the true, and you really don't say these things enough sometimes. You have a reputation to maintain after all, and Freward's not around to witness it, so it's all good.
She finished talking with Spencer some time ago, it was a pretty short phone call, and was watching Girly Cow when she heard you and dart her head back to look at you. You'd think that she saw another head on you or something, her eyes were so wide. She made as if to say a quick remark about it but stopped herself before any sound got out. Instead she quietly waited for you to come sit next to her on the sofa before turning to face you. And you swear her ears was pinker than you remember them to be.
"Thanks, Sam.", she said finally. It was cute, really, the way she said it so softly with that little smile on her face. Did it really came as a surprise you said that? Maybe you got to start telling her these things more. You're best friends after all.
"Come on, was it that shocking I said that?", you joked after she stayed quiet afterward.
"Yes!", she answered quickly before correcting herself. "Well, no. But Sam Puckett's not the type to say something so sweet out of the blue. I was worried for a moment there."
"Worried? About what?", you let the joke drag out because that's just what you do with friends.
"Worried that Freddie finally perfected in mimicking your voice, of course. He's been doing that for a while."
"What?!?", you freight anger, but really, what was Fredward doing mimicking your voice? There's no way he could pass it off, he's way too dorky to capture you amazingly voice. You laugh at the thought of Freddie attempting to give someone a wedgie with your voice. "There's no way Freward can mimic my style."
"You certainly have style, Sam.", she said again, laughing with you. And life is all good today.