A/N: Okay! So all those of us who watched iOMG (and I am guessing that's pretty much all of us :P) will know about THE EPIC KISS! And we also all know about the drastically quick cut off following it and the now months of waiting we have to do to get answers. So I'm writing this to ease my Seddie Obsession. Also, I now have a ployvore collection in which you can see all the outfits described for the story :) this is only going to be a three-shot at the most. Promise.
iAm Surviving Life
Sam flopped down onto the Shay's couch, a mess of rumpled clothes, and wild blond curls. Her red striped crop top fell over her stomach, the not falling into the crook at her neck, along with the blue pendant that hung on a silver chain, exposing the white tank top she had on underneath. One black denim clad leg fell over the back of couch, the other falling off the side lazily. On her feet she wore black wedge ankle boots, with tied laces.
She held a fatcake in her right hand, while her left used the Shay's remote to carelessly flick through the channels of the television. Around her wrist were several beaded blue bracelets Slowly, she bought the fatcake to her mouth and bit into the soft pink dough. A minute after doing so, the remote dropped out of her hand, and her eyes closed, the blond haired demon falling asleep out of sheer boredom. The fatcake hung limply in her mouth and the television channel stuck on 'Homes for You'.
Carly looked over at her, from where she was surfing the web and watching Splashface videos, with an almost motherly grin. Carly knew her best friend. The boredom was probably sucking the life out of her. School had only just finished for the weekend, and Freddie wasn't here for Sam to argue with. Naturally, the girl had gone into a coma-like state of boredom.
"Aww, Sam... you fell asleep with a fatcake in your mouth again," she giggled, shaking her head. Her dark chocolate hair shimmered slightly as she did so, a pretty beam falling onto her face. She turned back to the computer, spinning on her swivel-stool and scrolled down her screen, clicking a link to a song called 'Make it shine' by Tori Vega at Hollywood arts.
She wore a white shirt, with a bow around the neck, under a draping pink shawl, with a flower pattern along the back and bell arm holes that held it over her shoulders and caused the fabric to float around her. In contrast to the femininity of her outfit, she had on dark denim straight leg jeans, with rolled hems. Her shoes were heeled with a slight platform, and white with a flowery pattern over them. Multiple pearl, gold and pink beaded bracelets hung around her wrist.
Silently, so not to wake her friend who was maddening when she had been woke up, she perused her Mychat profile and musings were cut short by the door to the apartment opening and Freddie strolling in, leaving the door open behind him. At nineteen, he had finally grown taller, reaching 5'10 and joined a gym. He now had an impressive set of biceps and abs and was much stronger to the point he could pin and hold Sam down in under ten seconds.
It was those abs and biceps though, which were barely concealed under his tight, blue-striped t-shirt, with dark denim jeans slung low on his hips and flip-flops on his feet, that had girls at heir school drooling over him like he was some sort of God. He held a bunch of wound wires in his hand, and he bobbed his head in greeting to Carly, who waved back. He seemed to be walking towards her, until he realised that Sam was on the couch and turned toward her.
She stirred in her sleep as if realising that she was being watched, and opened her eyes warily. Freddie grinned, leaning over the back of the couch and taking the fatcake from her mouth, giving her quick kiss on the lips. She grumbled unintelligibly and let him kiss her, Carly watching as if it were her favourite television show, before pushing him away lazily. Sam would always be the one to finish their kisses. She like to have that idea of control. Freddie chuckled and handed her fatcake back to her grabbing hands.
"Hello to you too, Princess," he smirked, before turning his attention back to Carly. He grinned. "Hey Carls," he inclined his head, walking over to her and putting the cable on the side, leaning against it while watching Sam on the couch, his elbows resting on the work top.
"Freddie. What brings you to my humble abode," Carly replied cheekily, a joyous grin on her face. Freddie shrugged, gesturing to the cable and replying 'Some AV stuff I had to do'. Carly rose her eyebrows. "Are you sure it wasn't just a certain blond haired lady we know you lurve..." Carly teased, flicking his nose and he groaned, rolling his eyes. Carly actually thought the relationship that her two best friends had was adorable. Not that she would mention it out-loud of course. Wherever Sam was, it would only be a matter of seconds before Freddie was there too. Whenever Freddie was somewhere, Sam would be there mocking him or kissing him. Or both.
When they were together, they were rarely not in contact. They had to be touching, at all times. Freddie always had his hand around Sam's shoulders or waist and holding her hand or hugging her from behind while Sam constantly held onto his arm, grabbing him and dragging him places, or kissed him. The violence that Sam used to inflict upon him had changed into furious kisses and harsh caresses. Carly turned her brown eyes to Sam, who was starting to sit up her face scrunching up as she felt around her.
"Five, four, three, two..." Carly counted down under her breath with amusement. Sam stood from the couch and languidly stumbled over to Freddie. Freddie wasn't fazed, his arms opening almost unconsciously to allow her to slip into him, arms sliding up and wrapping around his neck, face burying itself into his chest. She was still half-asleep as she snored slightly when his arms wound around her waist, holding her up. Carly had to stop herself from cooing and gushing. She loves that even though she's there, Sam still goes to Freddie, and still cuddles up to him. Carly loves that Sam is more open now, even though she still loves to fight about things.
Freddie glared at her slightly as a giggle escaped her and Carly bit her lip to stop from bursting into a fit of them, averting her eyes from the couple. Freddie shook his head, and looked around curiously. "Where's Spencer? I thought he was supposed to be working on a sculpture today," Freddie questioned, and Carly shrugged facing the computer.
"He's on a date with Chris," Carly told him. Charissa Whyte, otherwise known as 'Chris' to the iCarly trio, was twenty-five years old and had lived at 8-H for the last year months. She had worked in the same hospital as Marissa Benson for a few months as a nurse, when Marissa suggested the apartment to her and she had moved into it. Somehow, she and Spencer had started dating five months ago and since then gone on regular dates. It was their eighth 'official' date that day. Freddie rose his eyebrows.
"That's a lot of dates they've been on. Never thought Spencer would have that much staying power," Freddie smirked at his own joke, while Carly just scowled at him. Sam smiled sightly into Freddie's chest. She was starting to rub off on her nubbish boyfriend... Carly went to reply, when there was a shrill ringing. Freddie and Carly frowned, not recognising the ring-tone as any of the trio's phones, until Sam immediately detached herself from Freddie, and rushed over to her blue bag that was on the table, pulling out a pearphone that neither of the two knew she owned.
With renewed energy, she put the phone to her ear, turning her back on Freddie and Carly. "Puckett speaking, what's the chiz?" Sam questioned. The blond paced the gap between the coffee table and the couch, one hand op her hip as she walked back and forth. She went 'Uh-huh' and made 'mmhm' noises as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone. Then, she groaned loudly. "Do I have to?" she moaned before she grumbled. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty minutes. But if you make me look like some fluffy daffodil, I'm going to kill you."
She hung up and shoved the pearphone back into her bag, lifting the bag and putting the strap over her shoulder. "I gotta go. Later, Carls, Freddo," she jerked her head, and Carly blinked, gaping at Sam as she turned to leave in quick stride. Freddie's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at Carly. They looked at each other for a few seconds, before Carly shoved him after her.
"Go after her!" she demanded, and Freddie leaped away from the counter, rushing after Sam. He found her at the elevator, waiting for it to come up as she repeatedly pressed the button. She peered at him momentarily out the corner of her eye, then returned to looking at the elevator. Freddie stuck his thumbs through the loops of his jeans casually, staring down at her with a smirk.
"So I'm guessing we aren't getting together tonight?" he asked, and Sam rolled her eyes, shrugging. Freddie began to get frustrated with her non-committal attitude, and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him and his hands going to her shoulders, holding her there. She growled in response. Because when he touches her, she can't think straight, and she has something that she has to do that night that is really important and she is already late to get ready for it. "What is going on, Sam?"
She couldn't deny those stupidly puppy-like brown eyes, or ignore the furrowed eyebrows and stern look he was giving her. The annoying thing about dating him, was that it made it impossible to lie to him. "Nothing. I just have something to do, alright, Freddork? I'll come around tonight, after midnight," Sam told him, trying to ease his worry and frustration. His brown eyes bore into her own blue ones, so much that she could see the flecks of green and gold in them.
"Sam..." he started, but she cut him off by pressing her lips to his. The kiss was hard and dominant, an obvious attempt at distraction which Freddie readily accepted. Instantly Freddie responded, pulling her closer to him and running his fingers through her curly tendrils of blond hair. Sam moaned into his mouth and an her tongue along his bottom lip, before biting it. His mouth opened in a gasp, and she slipped her tongue into it, warring with his own for dominance. Fire sparked between them, and he thrust her against the wall, his hands sliding over her body and grasping her hips. She shuddered as his fingers left to trails over her skin, through the fabric and arched into him.
Fully distracted from their previous conversation, the excitement and thrill of kissing Sam overtook Freddie's mind once again, his lips tingling and mind blank. His lips swept across her jaw, and she dipped her head back, exposing her neck to him which he kiss and sucked on. Sam blinked dazedly, before realising that he was sucking on her neck and pushing him away rapidly. Blinking in confusion, Freddie stumbled slightly, as Sam seethed, her hand going to her neck.
"You better hope that doesn't mark, Benson," she growled, and he swallowed, still trying to process being shoved away from her when the elevator dinged. She slipped into it and pressed the button to go down. Freddie's eyes widened, as he realised that she hadn't told him where she was going, and he went to stop her, but the doors slid shut. Freddie growled in frustration and kicked a nearby plant pot, grabbing his hair. How could he have let her distract him so easily?
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Freddie sat on the Shay's couch, his feet on the coffee table as he sipped his smoothie, flicking through the television channels. "There is seriously nothing on television, Carly. Don't you just want to watch a movie?" he asked, calling to the girl who was making popcorn in the kitchen. She had eventually forgiven him for not stopping Sam from leaving, and let him hang out with her until she came back. Carly strolled through, her snug, cheetah patterned slipper boots padding against the floor, shaking her head.
"No! We are watching the Music Awards, remember? Tori's up for an award!" Carly reminded him, and Freddie groaned but turned to the channel that was broadcasting the Music Awards. . She flopped down onto the couch, folding her black legging clad legs under her and picking up some popcorn. She paused, rolling her shoulders under her large grey jumper that had 'Drama Queen' emblazoned across the front, as they watched the adverts, before turning to look at Freddie. "Have you met Sam's family yet?" she questioned, and Freddie paled, shuddered and then nodded.
"The whole lot of them are mad. Her Uncle Carmine and Aunt Judy? I'm pretty sure that they are the only normal ones in the entire family, and I think that Carmine is in the Mafia. Judy is nice enough, but she still is mad as a hatter. I can't believe that Greg turned out normal even with them as parents. J'Mam-maw and Grandpaw? They have to be the wackiest people ever. It's no wonder the rest of them turned out so crazy. He's an ex-con, that only got out of jail four years ago, and J'mam-maw is worse than my mother!"
Carly's eyes bugged out as she stared at him, slightly scared but also finding it hilarious. He had begun ranting about halfway through telling her, and Carly couldn't help but be amused. She knew how weird and crazy Sam's family was. She had been to the annual Puckett family reunion (she had the scars to prove it) before. Pam Puckett (Sam and Melanie's mom) was actually considered the successful one out of the four Puckett siblings, Carmine, Morris, Pam and Maggie. She was the only one of the four never to have been arrested, and have children who were actually making something of their lives.
Morris was in jail (apparently he shot a cop or something. According to Sam it was the cop's fault) and Maggie was still on parole from robbing a convenience store. Her excuse was that she had run out of smokes. Carly had long since given up trying to rationalise Sam's family (the entire of her Dad's side were in jail) and just let it be. As far as she knew, despite the fact that they fought like mad, they were a tight-knit bunch who would do anything for each other - if at a price.
"Okay... let's just watch the television, yeah?" Carly teased, and Freddie scoffed, rolling his eyes but turning to the screen anyway. It was an birds eye view of the red carpet, showing all the attendees at the event. They were silent for all of five seconds when the door to the apartment slammed open, and Sam stormed in furiously, grumbling under her breath. Her feet slammed against the wooden floor, as she marched into the kitchen and to the fridge. Carly gaped. "Sam? SAM?"
She shoved the popcorn into Freddie, and ran from the couch to Sam, who had yanked the left-over turkey they had been saving for sandwiches out of the fridge and was stuffing it in her mouth. Her hair was falling out of a French braid, messy blonde tendrils around her face, and she had on more make up than Carly had ever seen her wear. On her feet she had black leather combat boots, with Freddie's grey sweat pants tucked into them, and a ripped grey tank top under a cropped high-to-low blue tee. A black tote bag hung over her shoulder, filled with fat cakes and junk food, and on her hands she had fingerless leather drivers gloves with silver studs on the back.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Carly questioned, trying to get her attention, as she tore through the meat and rammed it between her lips. Carly nearly shrieked in frustration, as she grabbed the plate of food from Sam. "SAM!" she hollered, and Sam winced at the bugged out expression on Carly's face. Sam growled and then threw her hands up in the air, pulling at her loose hair. "What is wrong!"
"Melanie's getting MARRIED! I just spent the last two freakin' hours being pushed into these chizzy daffodil gowns to be her bridesmaid!" Sam roared, her eyes going massive and teeth baring. Carly's jaw dropped, as Freddie slowly entered the kitchen, cautiously looking at his girlfriend. Sam was fuming, pacing back and forth. Her cheeks were red with rage and steam practically poured from her ears, nearly foaming at the mouth. "Stupid, stupid daffodil! So much pink! Carly! She's making me wear PINK!"
Carly refrained from mentioning that Sam actually wore pink a lot more often then she thought, as she processed what Sam was saying. "Is that even legal? She's only nineteen. Why would she even want to get married?" Carly questioned, and Sam gave her an 'Are you serious?' look. Freddie decided that now might be a convenient time to interfere, and came up behind Sam, wrapping his arms around her waist.
It was as if someone had instantly drained all the energy from Sam, as she slumped against him, her head falling back into the crook of his neck. "You going to tell me what's really upset you, Princess?" he asked, and Sam bit her lip, her eyes flicking up to his face, his head coming down to her ear.
"It's just... she is the smart one, you know? And if she gets married, she's just throwing away her entire life. She could be great and she's giving that all up," Sam sighed. She didn't like to admit it, but despite the fact that her twin annoyed her to no end, she did actually care about her and want her to do something better than just have a bunch of brats and get married.
"Hey, Sam. You are plenty smart," Carly tried to make her feel better, and Sam just cocked an eyebrow at her. "You are! If you weren't, you wouldn't have gotten a B+ on our Maths test. Or even be in our year, or graduating with us soon. You are really smart, you just don't care that you are."
Carly put her hand on Sam's shoulder, and squeezed it, with a gracious look. "Melanie probably knows what she is doing, Sam. If she think's she can handle this, then let her. Don't try to talk her out of it, yeah?" Carly toned, deliberately soft. She had to be careful. One wrong word and Sam might explode. Sam looked at her, scowled before grumbling grudgingly that she wouldn't.
"Good Sam," Carly beamed, and she patted the blonde's head, causing Sam to snap at her playfully. Then, the girl realised that Freddie was still holding her, and slammed her foot into his. Freddie instantly let go, howling in pain as she sauntered to the still open fridge and pulled out some juice. Freddie hopped up and down on the spot, cheeks red and glaring at his girlfriend.
"What was that for, you demon!" Freddie yelled, and Carly sighed, shaking her head as she returned to the couch to hear that Tori Vega and her gorgeous BF Beckett Oliver had arrived. She drowned out the sound of Freddie and Sam arguing, knowing that in exactly ten minutes, they would be making out in her kitchen.
It was a never ending cycle of vicious words, hard hits and kicks, then tackling each other to the nearest surface and making out for about an hour. Then, once that's done there would be about two hours peace before Sam started the whole thing up again.
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Spencer wasn't surprised when he came home at ten to midnight, and found Sam and Freddie asleep on his couch, with Carly having already gone to bed. Freddie lay on his back, head propped on a pillow and face turned towards the switched off television. And oddly serene look was on his face, legs bent at the knee and feet flat against the couch cushions. His arms were wrapped around Sam's waist, her lying on her front on his chest, face buried in his neck, hands clinging to his t-shirt and legs straight along the couch, feet hanging over the arm.
"Aww, they are so cute," Chris whispered, holding his hand and peeking at the two teens asleep on the couch. The door to the apartment shut softly behind them, lock clicking into place. Chris rested her head on Spencer's shoulder for a moment. Her dark brown hair fell in curls to her mid-back, and she wore a fitted black dress that had high neck and no sleeves, that went to just above her knees and had a slit up the back to mid-thigh. She had heeled black sling-backs on her feet, and carried a small black clutch.
"Why don't you go get that wine and some glasses. I'll get these two sorted," Chris said softly, taking command.
In contrast to Spencer's happy-go-lucky, spontaneous and crazy personality, Chris was calm and grounded, taking responsibility very seriously. While she was slightly like Spencer, loving the random and quite random herself, she was a lot more... grown up than he was, despite being six years younger than the thirty-one year old man.
Spencer nodded, and rushed through to the kitchen, as Chris walked over to the chair and pulled the blanket of it, laying it over the couple softly as she did so. In the last five months, she had learned that the Shay's apartment was never empty, mainly because Sam had managed to take up a permanent residence there. Her clothes (only the Carly approved ones though) were in drawers in Carly's room and her toiletries were in the bathroom next Carly's and her food was in the fridge.
After years of constant presence in the Shay's home, she had become somewhat an honorary Shay, and Spencer had gotten so fed up of her breaking in at night, that he had just had a copy of their key made for her. Sam stayed with the Shay four nights a week, staying at her mothers home one night just to make sure the woman was alright, and with Freddie the other two nights.
Chris looked over at Spencer, and her eyebrows shot up when she saw him holding the bottle of wine under his chin, two glasses in either hand and balancing a plate on his foot as he hopped around in apparent distress. She couldn't help but giggle, as she stood up straight and made her way towards him. He looked at her helplessly, dressed smart in a black suit with a black tie and white shirt, and she laughs properly, lifting the plate from his foot and taking the bottle from him.
"You are so silly," she teased, and he grinned happily.
Standing up slightly on her tip toes, because even in her heels - which were four inches - she was still four inches shorter than him, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He went to respond, but she stepped away from him, smiling playfully.
"I take it my bag is in your room, correct?" she questioned, and he nodded. Her smile widened, and then she began to walk away from him, hips swaying and hair swishing. He watched her, head cocked to the side in admiration until she paused and looked at him over her shoulder.
"Are you coming? This dress is incredibly difficult to unzip, and I might need some help..." she trailed off letting his mind wander to dangerously good places, and he was suddenly dragging her along the floor with a vice-like grip, causing her to laugh quietly at his eagerness. The closing of the door caused Freddie to stir, and look wearily around before catching sight of the top of a blond, curly haired head. A small smirk fell onto his lips, and he kissed the top of Sam's head, before turning with her in his arms to face the back of the couch, hiding her from view, trapping her legs between his as he settled and went back to sleep.
His breaths were slow, and deep and his heart beat perfectly in time with Sam's own. A cool chill swept over his back, the blanket covering only his side and Sam, but he was warm, and comfortable and the breeze was merely another feeling of pleasure that soothed him in his sleep.
Freddie was woken suddenly, when he felt his back hit the floor with a painful thud, sending shocks of pain through him. He groaned loudly and looked up to see Sam grinning at him. "Morning Freddifer. Was beginning to think you'd never wake up," she joked. Freddie growled at her while glaring, and then grabbed the arm that was holding her up on the couch and dragged her to him.
"That wasn't nice, Sammy," he breathed, low and husky. Sam shivered and smirked with delight. Freddie's eyes narrowed onto her blue, grey speckled irises and Sam's widened at his dark, chocolaty ones. Then, his head rose slightly, and he kissed her hard. Sam felt her entire body erupt into flames, her skin burning as his hands trailed from her wrist up her arms and over her shoulder to her cheeks. They held her head firmly in place, as he turned her until she was pinned under him on the floor. Sam's own hands wandered themselves over his broad chest, feeling the taut muscle under his top, and grasping at the hair on the back of his neck to pull him down to her, so didn't have to make any effort.
They slid down the plains of his back and to the edge of his top, and tugged at it, pulling it up. He shuddered against her lips when her fingers slid over the tanned skin above his, causing him to press himself down onto her. Sam grinned in his lips, then gasped she felt his fingertips brushing against her ribcage through the fabric of her tank top before casting over her sides and under her top, pulling it up to just under her breasts. He tapped her flat stomach, his lips never leaving hers and let his fingers glide over the smooth skin. Sam moaned throatily, her body arching into his fingers.
Their tongues danced together, swirling and thrusting, eliciting groans from both parties. Freddie became aware of Sam's hands as they dipped into the waistband of his boxers and jeans and cupped his butt cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze. He jerked away from her mouth, his eyebrows raised and mouth slightly gaping at her audacity, but Sam just smirked and used it as an opportunity to tug his top over his head and fling it to the side.
Greedily, she took in his torso and six-pack with roaming eyes, much to his amusement, before she yanked him back down to her lips, smashing them against his forcefully. Freddie smirked and she had the unwavering need to wipe it from his face, one way or another. Not breaking the kiss, her hands roamed down his torso, and to the waistband of his pants, causing him to gasp and tremble. Sam grinned evilly, enjoying the effect she had on him, and hooked her fingers through his belt loops, tugging his groin closer to her own.
Then, she screamed when water was suddenly doused over them, soaking them both from head to toe and causing Freddie to shoot up in shrieking surprise. Chris stood, with a blue bucket in her hands, looking pleasantly amused at the red faces of the younger people. She wore a loose white popover tunic, with nude slim cut comfortable chino pants, and cream crochet pumps. Around her neck hug a loose floral scarf, and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head, bangs around her face unkempt and ruffled.
"Thought you needed a bit of a coolin' down," she drawled, mockingly, and Freddie flushed brightly, as she eyed his exposed chest. "You know, it is customary to wear shirts in other people homes," she playfully jested, and Sam glared at her, while Freddie quickly grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, now fire-engine red from embarrassment. Chris set the bucket on the end table, and then skipped to the kitchen. Sam trailed after her, sensing the beginning of what would be her breakfast away to be started.
"Feed me woman!" Sam stated, even though Chris was making food anyway. Chris rolled her eyes, and pulled out the pancake pouring mix and a pack of bacon from the fridge and set it on the island in the centre of the large kitchen area. Sam looked around, expecting Freddie to have followed her, but instead saw him sorting out the cushions on the couch. She sat on a swivel stool at the counter the computer was on, ringing the water from her hair. Then she noticed that Spencer wasn't up yet. "Where's Spencer?"
"Oh, he's... still asleep," Chris answered evasively. Sam eyed her suspiciously, taking not of the pause and then smirking.
"He bang his head against the wall again?" she asked. Chris blushed slightly.
"Yep."
"Is he knocked out again?"
"Just applying ice. Which means you aren't allowed to go in and draw on his face again."
Sam looked at her, slightly confused, but it was Freddie who spoke, coming up next to Sam and putting his arm around her shoulders. "Since when did Spencer keep ice in his bedroom?" Freddie questioned. The blush on Chris's face was now fiery, and Freddie felt some smug satisfaction for her embarrassment after the humiliation she had caused him. Instead of explaining, the older woman's eyes flicked to the clock.
"Oh, look at the time... Shouldn't you two be getting ready for school?" she deflected, causing Freddie to instantly look at the clock as well. Seven forty-five. They had to be at school by nine. And he still had to shower, eat, dress and actually walk to school in that time.
"Aww man! I gotta go, I'll see you later," he rushed, and Sam rolled her eyes at his franticness, ignoring the kiss he placed on her forehead for the plate of delicious looking bacon and pancakes that Chris served. Carly wandered down the stairs, looking bright and sunshine-like as she skipped over to the breakfast counter happily.
"Morning all! Is that pancakes?" she questioned, beaming at Sam and Chris. Sam wanted to growl at her for being so happy and 'Carly-ish' first thing in the morning. Even Chris was a little nauseous at it. Only Carly could be that happy nearly all the time. Sam knew that Carly had her bad days but the girl was so bubbly and bright nearly all the time, and she was so nice... It was sickening really. And it took forever to get used to.
"Sure thing, Carly, your plate is..." Chris trailed off when she saw that the plate she had set on the counter for Carly was gone. "That's weird I could have sworn that I left it there for you," she insisted, and Carly furrowed her eyebrows, looking a round and her eyes landed on Sam, who was guiltily shiftign her eyes about, chewing on some pancakes and bacon.
"Sam! You ate my breakfast," Carly huffed, playfully hitting Sam on the arm. Sam shrugged and responded 'I was hungry'. "You are always hungry. Now move over, I want to listen to the radio."
Listening to the radio first thing was something Carly had recently become addicted to. She needed her daily fix of gossip supplied by the radio station GossipGlitz. It was almost unhealthy. Systematically, Carly turned on the radio, leaning her elbows on the counter and resting her chin in her palms. Sam rolled her eyes, finished eating, and stood, informign them she was goign to shower.
Carly shushed her, suddenly shooting upright as the girl on GossipGlitz began to speak.
"And, for all our Big Time Rush fans, boy do we have some BIG Time NEWS for you! The band, made up of James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia and Logan Mitchell, have called time on their foursome, and decided to finally go their seperate ways. Many fans are attributing this to the Big Time Crush scandal from two years ago, with the relationship between Katie Knight and James Diamond having been found out. Some fans are saying that Kendall has had a big time fall out with his bandmate, and decided to end the band. Katie, who has since turned eighteen, attended an annual Charity event with James, despite rumours and insisted that her relationship with James is nothing to do with her brother, or the band ending, and that after two years, her brother had moved on from it. She then went on to say that the band is just 'coming to a close' and the boys are moving on with their lives."
Carly blinked for a moment, her face going slightly pale and her mouth gaping. Under her eyes twitched, and her lip trembled, before she let out a blood-curling scream. Chris jumped next to the counter, dropping a tub of blueberries on the floor which she had been away to put into the blender with some pancakes, yoghurt, strawberries and raspberries. "Carly!" she snapped, her patience being tested by Carly's melodramatics as the girl stomped and waved her hands about.
"It's not fair! They are my favourite band! Why are they breaking up! It's not fair!" Carly shrieked, jumping up and down furiously. Chris grit her teeth in annoyance, as she bent to pick up the blueberries, only to have the contents of the blender spilled onto her head. She blinked, and stood up straight, her eyes narrowed on Carly. A pancake lay flat on her head, yoghurt dribbling down her nose and cheeks and in her hair while berries had gone down her top. Carly however was still stropping and hadn't even realised that she had knocked over the blender, as she stormed from the room and stomped up the stairs.
There was an audible 'crash' when she slammed her bedroom door shut behind her, and Chris took a deep breath, counting down from ten. She got that Carly was a relatively good person. She really did. But the tantrums she threw were ridiculous. If she had ever acted like that, she would have got a good ol' whooping and sent to school without her lunch. Chris grumbled, and pulled the pancake from her head, slamming it onto the side and lifted the blender from the floor. Carly had no authority in her life. She just did what she wanted and got what she wanted and threw a tantrum if she didn't. And Spencer just let her do it.
Spencer, conveniently enough, stumbled into the living room at that time, his eyes wide and holding an ice pack to his head. "What happened? What... What happened to you?" he sputtered belligerently. Chris just scowled at him. He griped when he saw it, knowing exactly what it meant, and what argument they were going to have. Again. The last one had been when Carly had just appeared at home after one am and he hadn't made a big deal, because to him it wasn't. Chris had been horrified. They had nearly broken up after the resulting fight.
"I don't wanna talk about this now! It's too early for this," he whined, trudging grumpily over to the counter with a bout on his face. He had on duck printed pyjama bottoms and a yellow t-shirt that a black one underneath. Chris just glowered, and shrugged, being purposefully evasive. "Carly's a good kid, Chris. She gets high grades and is nice to people. What more could you want?"
"You said you didn't want to talk about it. So we won't, Spencer. You already know my view and it isn't going to change. You just do what you want. I'm going to go home and... shower," she informed him flippantly, and he pouted, trailing after her as she stepped from behind the counter and went to his room to get her bag, a grimace on her face as yoghurt slid down her back.
"C'mon, Chris... It's not Carly's fault..." Spencer complained, and Chris spun, her eyes blazing.
"Exactly. It's not Carly's fault. It's yours!" she threw her hands up in the air, and Spencer reared away from her, his eyes widening and hurt filling him. Chris closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Spencer... it's admirable that you have looked after Carly for so long, really. But if you can't even discipline your sister, than how on earth are you going to discipline your own child?"
Not giving him a chance to reply, she just left him in the hallway, going to collect her bag from his chamber of awesomeness. He didn't even stop her when she pushed passed again, still processing her words. Own child? He didn't have any children...
"Oh pooey..."