*I do not own iCarly.
Carly looked down in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. Not now. She sat there, and frantically texted Sam.
'Bring ur… u no….. grl stff.'
'U got it?'
'yup'
Carly sat there for a good twenty minutes until she heard Sam bang on the bathroom door.
"Come in!" Carly beckoned Sam.
Sam shielded her eyes, walked in and set down the stuff on the counter. She left and went downstairs and sat down next to Spencer.
"Is Carly okay?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah, but I would leave her alone about it."
"What's wrong with her?" Spencer demanded. Sam leaned in and told him.
"Okay," Spencer said, scarred.
"SAM!" Sam heard Carly scream down at her.
Sam ran up the stairs and into the bathroom.
"IT HURTS!"
"I know, get used to it."
Carly sat there in tears. She heard a certain Freddie coming up the stairs.
"Guys, iCarly starts in-"
Sam slammed the door of the bathroom. "Leave her alone, Benson," Sam said, pointing a finger at him.
"What's wrong with her?"
"None of your chiz."
"It is my chiz!"
Freddie brushed past Sam and into the bathroom. He saw Carly on the toilet in pain, the girl stuff, and a pair of underwear. He screamed and ran out of the bathroom.
For your reference, Carly had pants on, lolz. And for all you people who are getting worked up because it's 'not appropriate' , lay off. It's my story, and I am going to write what I'm gonna write. It's not inappropriate, it doesn't say anything, or describe anything bad, it's supposed to be a small, fun one-shot. So much for comedy. Maybe I should take it down, I don't know. Vote in your review.