A/N: Hi guys, long time no see. I wrote this ficlet for my iCarly LJ community, 5_4_3_2. I link to it in my profile! Everybody should join! We have regular challenges and polls and fun stuff. The challenge was "Carly Needs More Love", and I had to write a fic of 500 words or less that involves Carly romantically with ANY character on the show. This is Carly/Wendy femmeslash, so if you don't like it, you can leave. Thanks for your time. :)
Games & Gossip
Wendy has a way of popping up silently, books tucked into the crook of her arm, to throw Carly entirely off her game. Today there is a flash of smooth copper hair in the hallway and a touch to her elbow, and Carly finds herself speaking privately to Wendy in the corner by the water fountain.
"Sam is so not gay." Carly isn't shocked. She's resigned.
"You sure? Cuz I was wondering if she might want to, y'know…" Wendy's normally forthright tongue touches her upper lip with a quick swipe, her sentence trailing off into the distance, along with her gaze.
Carly frowns. New fact to absorb: Wendy is apparently playing for the ladies. Of course this explains a lot. Time to break another heart. Sam is a guy's dream-girl and she's been happy with the situation for a while now. How could she not be? Her idea of a perfect date goes like this: Bucket of fried chicken, wrestling on TV, making out on the couch, languid sex, late for school the next morning. Perfect. For Sam. Not for the stained couch cushions but that's at Sam's place. Carly has certain rules, like, no sex in her house unless a Shay is involved.
Once Wendy knows, word travels fast. Far too fast for Carly's tastes. One class later she finds herself smothered in a soft tackle that smells like tater-tots. "Oof! Sam, get off me!"
"So I hear I'm suddenly no longer gay."
"I just set her straight about you," Carly shoulders her bookbag and privately excuses herself for the awful pun.
Sam twirls her hair, winks, and runs a hand down Carly's arm. "Aw, babe, you know I'll always be gay for you."
"Stop it! Someone will see." She pushes her hand away and tries to shake off the warmth that remains.
"See what?" Freddie always chooses the best times to show up.
Carly watches him unlatch Sam's locker and extract his stolen science homework and two cup'o'noodles that had been microwaving. "Nothing!" she exclaims.
"Meh, Carly's upset that Wendy wants to bone me and not her." Her fidgeting fingers shoot out and snatch away a cup'o'noodles from Freddie's grip, and the two of them proceed to slurp in a creepy synchronous fashion.
"That's ridiculous!" Carly's protest falls flat, her two best friends rolling their eyes in a way that's much too practiced. "I didn't even know Wendy was gay until today. And I'm not gay."
"Whatever~," Sam sings, "when you mauled me two years ago you were pretty gay."
"That was a special circumstance!"
Freddie takes a moment away from blushing beet red and tilts his head at Carly. "It's nice to be wanted. You can be jealous that she's interested in Sam without wanting Wendy for yourself."
Word travels fast. Tomorrow there's that flash of copper again and Carly's behind the bleachers, Wendy's face inches away. "And here I was figuring I'd have to settle for second best," she explains, throwing Carly off her game again.