It's not strange…it's just different…
The party had been going full swing for what seemed like forever. It filled the main floor and bled up to the second and third levels, spilling into the iCarly studio. The music was loud enough for the party and just below the threshold of neighbor annoyance. But, still way too loud for most conversations.
Mood lighting had replaced the stark overheads throughout the main floor. Lamps covered in red and yellow and purple silks, a few soft lamps here and there, and a strobe on top of the television. It was dim enough to meld everyone together intimately, but lit enough to keep just below an R rating.
Sam had retreated to the bathroom in Carly's bedroom for a breather, stretched out in the tub with a soft drink in hand and a blow party favor hanging out of her mouth. She absently blew out a kazoo note and watched the favor roll out stiff with her breath, then took a breath in as it rolled back up. It was distracting and amusing at the same time.
The door opened and music from the bedroom speakers rushed in with the redhead in the short dress and black nylons. It muted when she shut the door again. She went to the mirror and started checking her makeup. Sam watched as the girl spotted Sam in the corner of the mirror.
"Hey!" she said, way to brightly.
Sam raised a hand slightly to the girl. "Hey. What up?" she replied in her detached manner.
The girl started touching up her makeup in the mirror while stealing a glance at Sam. "You're that Sam girl from iCarly."
Sam looked at the ceiling and blew at the favor, muttering around the mouthpart: "Sam I am."
"Yeah. I've seen you around school, too. You and Carly."
"Cool," Sam muttered, hoping this chick was departing soon. She was interfering with her chillax time.
The girl paused with doing her makeup, lip gloss stick almost to her lips, and looked directly at Sam in the mirror. "So, when did you know you were lesbian?"
It was said so off hand that it took Sam by surprise. She stopped in mid blow, the favor semi-erect and then slowly rolling back to her mouth. "What? I'm not a lesbian."
The girl turned around and leaned against the sink counter. "Oh. I thought that you and Carly were an item."
"We are. We're a couple," Sam answered plainly, eyebrow crooked.
"Okay…?" the girl returned, confused.
"We're not lesbians. I don't even like girls." Sam leaned her head back and chewed the kazoo tip in her mouth.
"But…you like Carly…" Inquiry?
"Yeah," Sam slowly agreed, smiling to herself and looking at nothing on the ceiling, drifting into private thoughts.
"And, Carly's a girl." Statement.
"So?" Sam curled an eyebrow, focusing back on this strange conversation.
"You're a girl." Fact.
"Obviously." Sarcasm.
"And, you're both together…" Leading…
Sam turned her head to stare at the girl, both brows down, almost glaring: "You gettin to some kinda point here?"
The girl was smiling: "Doesn't that make you gay?"
"How do you work that out?" Sam shot back, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"You," she said. "And Carly," she said. "Together," she finished.
Sam nodded slowly, as if expecting a revelation was coming soon. "Uh-huh…"
"Kissing…"
"Continue."
"Sleeping together…"
"I'm with you…" Sam nodded.
"And you're girls…"
"We've established that."
She shrugged: "That kinda defines lesbianism."
Sam shrugged: "How so?"
"Stubborn." The girl turned back to the mirror and finished applying lip gloss.
"No chiz," Sam chuckled, leaning back again.
Eyes looked at Sam again in the mirror. "Why do you think that you're not gay?"
Sam looked back at her. "Why do you think that I am?"
She stopped and stared incredulously at Sam: "Because of you and Carly being together."
"And that makes us gay?"
"Well, the kissing and hugging and sleeping together do."
Sam leaned back again, closed her eyes and blew the favor out and in a few times, deep in thought. Well, as deep as she usually thought about most intense subjects. Or topics that have dragged on as long as this. The kazoo hummed out, inhaled in, hummed out, and inhaled in. You know, topics like this tended to bore her. Actually, most topics bored her. You know, she bored rather easily, really. She was rather bored right now.
She climbed out of the tub, set the glass of pop on the edge of the sink and went to the door. Her eyes had that half-lidded bored dull look to them. She opened the door to the music and people.
"Where are you going?" the annoying girl asked.
Sam didn't stop as she moved out the doorway, tossing back: "To get some ham. I'm hungry."