This is my first Fanfic... criticism is welcome.... please review!!!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own iCarly… yet xD

Carly's POV

I paced the floor in my bedroom, thinking about how it would never be me, could never be me. She doesn't like me like that, I don't even think she likes other girls like that. No, you don't have a chance and Yes, you do have a chance are fighting in my head. I take a deep breath to calm don't and try to clear my head and talk some sense into my self.

Ha, no one would believe that the straight A student Carly Shay would need to be talked to about sense, but I do. I'm in love with my best friend, and she's in love with our other best friend, Freddie Benson. I can hardly look at him anymore. When we went to the dance and our dates bailed, I thought I was going to hurt him, like Sam-hurt him, but I managed to hold my tongue, and push my temper away and dance with him. I closed my eyes, and pretended I was dancing with a certain blonde-headed lunatic a.k.a Sam Puckett.

Knock. Knock. I hear Freddie knocking on the front door down stairs. I really, really don't want to see him right now, if only Sam were here it wouldn't be so bad..

"Move out of my way, Frederly. Mama needs so ham," I hear from my room. One sentence and I'm melting.

I make my way down stairs and see Sam with her head in the fridge, and Freddie is sitting in my spot on the couch watching Girly Cow.

"Hey guys, what's with the surprise visit?" I ask. iCarly rehearsals were tomorrow, and both told me that they had plans today.

"Thankfully, my mother-son life guarding lessons got canceled. My Mom was the only one who signed up for it," Freddie said, looking at the T.V. like it was god. Sam on the other hand was stuffing her mouth with enormous amounts of food and was having a hard time trying to talk.

"Mfhgosh fjkdhf tjkkjskjf modjdf," she said. Freddie chuckled lightly, and I tried so hard not to laugh. She was having a hard time balancing the ham drum stick in one hand and the container with the rest of the ham in the other, not to mention that she was trying to stuff more ham in her mouth. I grabbed a dishcloth from under the sink, and gently wiped at her mouth. I linger only for a moment, and stare at her lips for only a second, but I don't get caught. Sam doesn't even seem to notice. I sigh and take the ham container away from her, and put it back in the fridge. "So, are you going to tell me why you're here and not the Cuddlefish concert with your Mom and... Melanie?" I whisper, only cause Freddie still thinks that there is no Melanie.

"I got bored." She got bored.

"YOU GOT BORED?!?"

"Yes, yes, I got bored."

"How on god's green earth could you get bored at a Cuddlefish concert?"

"You weren't there. They're your favourite band, and I only got to like them because of you, and since you weren't there, it was kinda boring," she explained, clearly not looking me in the eyes.

I sighed again. One of the things I love about Sam is that she is so cute when she's trying to prove a point. Her Mom had gotten the tickets in a radio contest by accident when she was trying to call her boyfriend, and gave the tickets to Sam to do as she wished. So Sam sent one off to Melanie at her school, and tried to give the other one to me, but I told her to take her Mom cause she did win the tickets. After 15 minutes she gave in, and gave the ticket to her Mom. I shook my head and sat down next to her on the couch, and silently staring at her out of the corner of my eye until the end of Girly Cow, when she invites herself over, and goes to the bathroom to change.

Freddie leaves with out a word, and I go up to my room. Sam is staying over, which means that she'll be sleeping in the same bed as me. I absentmindedly go to my pajama drawer and pick out a tank top and short shorts, my usual attire, and put them on quick before Sam walks in. I was so nervous. I was expecting a quiet night in, but when Sam stays over, I am on edge. Anything I do, or even say, or tell her I'm in love with her. I climb into my bed with shaking hands and try to read my book while it's jumping in my hands. Truth, Dare or Promise by Paula Boock is about two girls in love, but are separated by one girls parents. I put my bookmark on my page and put it in my desk drawer. I figure it's not a good book to read when the love of your life is sleeping in the same bed as you, and they don't know you're in love with them. Just as I put the book away, I hear the thudding up the stairs, and I jump back into my bed and stare at the ceiling. I hear the door creak open, and Sam slip in. She smiles, for some reason, and slips in bed beside me.

"Night Carls, thanks for letting my stay over tonight. My Mom's new boyfriends moved in. I'd rather not be in my room right now, if you catch my drift."

Unfortunately I caught it. "Ya, no problem Sam, anytime you need a place to crash, my bed is your bed," I say with out thinking. It sounded dirty, really dirty. I am totally frozen, but relax, when I hear Sam chuckling. I'm so nervous that I just lie there for almost and hour, and by then, Sam's breathing is nice and even, and she's completely asleep. She's facing the wall on her side of the bed, so I turn to face her. I slowing and gently place my hand on her hip, and she shivers, so I pull back. Within seconds her breathing is back to normal. I try again, but this time I leave my hand on her hip. I bring myself closer to her, until my stomach is touching her back, and I hug her to me. I smell her hair, and it smells, like ham, no surprise there, but I also smell apples and cinnamon. It smells really good, and I can't help but relax. The girl of my dreams is in my bed, in my arms, and I am totally exhausted. I close my eyes and fall asleep with a smile on my face.