The Carly Shay Conspiracy ~ a fanfiction by MissTheatricality

The story takes place a little after iOMG. Sam and Freddie are still having trouble sorting out their feelings. Carly has decided not to push Sam and Freddie about their relationship status. Gibby accidentally trapped Spencer in the controlled-sensory stimulus chamber (aka a box), and cannot get him out. The story focuses on Sam and Freddie's relationship progress, Carly's issues with money, and Gibby trying to get Spencer out of the chamber. The story is rated T for Teen, for mild violence, swearing and slight sexual themes.

The Carly Shay Conspiracy ~ Chapter 1 ~ Sam

Carly had really pushed it this time. Trying to hook me up with Brad? Not cool. I noticed the study lounge door opening, and my head snapped up.

"Yo, yo?" Ugh. Fredweird. I've been kind of confused about him lately. I don't really think I hate him anymore. I don't know what's going to become of us. Friends? Enemies? Dating? No, scratch that last one. Not gonna happen. Nuh-uh.

"Carly send you to find me?" I muttered, pissed off that he'd come and disturbed me.

"Nope."

"Oh, so you don't know we had a little argument?" Wait, why was I telling him this?

"She told me about your little argument." He replied. "But she never said to come find you."

"Good." Now leave, Fredwad. Like, now.

"But Carly's right."

"Auggggh." I groaned. Why, again?

"Groan all you want."

"I don't care what your stupid PearPad said about me being in love!" I exclaimed. "I'm not into Brad like that!"

"Lately, every time me and Brad are doing something together, you want to come hang with us!"

"And that means I'm in love with him?" God, I thought years of chasing after Carly would've taught him that sometimes people just want to be friends!

"Well, you hate me!"

Gulp. He pulled the freaking hate card.

"I never said I hated you…" I mumbled under my breath.

"Uh, yeah you have! Like nine hundred times!" he retorted. "I still have the birthday card you sent me; Happy Birthday, I hate you! Hate, Sam!"

I didn't have an answer to that. "Just leave!"

"Fine, I'll leave." Thank god. "But before I go.."

"That's it! Get out of here before I do a double fist dance on your face!" I yelled, getting up and facing him.

"Threaten your double fist da… whatevers… as much as you want. Carly's still right." He yelled back. I stared at his face. Freddie's like a freakin open book. You can always tell what he's thinking. Right now, he's confused. And pissed. And… sort of… gooey. Probably thinking about Carly. At least he's not scared or anything of telling everyone who he's 'in love' with. He seriously has no self-respect. Unlike me, who keeps it to myself to prevent riots, wars, or nuclear bombing.

"Ok, look, I know it's scary for you to put your feelings out there."

Why was he telling me this? What is he, reading my mind? I said I wasn't into Brad that way, didn't I? Oh my god! I am so stupid! He's catching on, isn't he? I should have said I wasn't into anyone that way. But no, I've given it away. Smart cookie… not. What happens to me (and us) if he feels the same way?

"Because you never know if the person you like is gonna like you back."

This is getting ridiculous. Stupid sparkly freaking vampire mind-reader creep.

"Everyone feels that way."

Carly told me to make a move. She never said to who. She said I was acting different. She didn't say who. I think Carly's right. I think I'm in love.

"But you never know what might happen,"

Make a move, Sam. It's now or never. See if you feel like that for him. If your lucky, you do, and you get to kiss Freddie for free. If you don't, stuff will happen… bad stuff. Evil stuff. Make a move, make a move, make a move…

"If-" I yanked him towards me, cutting him off mid-sentence. Make a move. I kissed him, hard at first, but softened when he kissed me back. I could tell his eyes were open. I could tell he was in shock. I pulled away, slightly frightened of his reaction.

Because now I knew, exactly how I felt.

"I… wh.. uh" Freddie stuttered.

And he did too; he just didn't want to admit it.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"It's cool."

"Soo…"

"Um, uh, I have to, uh, go. Um…" he turned to the door, but I pulled him back.

"Freddie, I've been acting different, huh? Why's that?"

"I…"

I pulled him back to me, and kissed him again. This time he was expecting it.

"D'you get it now?"

"I… think."

"That's what I thought." I turned away from him, and made for the door… until I noticed a shadow in the blinds.

"Hey!" I yelled. The shadow peeped back through the blinds.

"Carly?" Freddie asked. Naw, it was Ryan Seacrest, Freddie. Of course it was Carly. Duh. I shot him a look.

"I'm sorry." She mouthed through the window.

"It's okay." I mouthed back. "Thank you!"