She started it all.
"Well guess that makes you think the same way." Carly said as she walked past me and by the door. My eyebrows met each other as I question her.
"Are you making a point here?" I asked, raising my arms and resting it on my waist.
"Oh no. No, no. No." Being sarcastic, huh? But I still don't get what she's trying to put up here. I stepped twice forward and tried to understand her expression. I shrugged my shoulders in a questioning manner. She then raised an eyebrow and continued, "You know, Dave's really better off than Fleck."
That's when I got her point.
"Oh, so you're thinking Dave is better 'cause he's just like you." I bit my lip and continued, "And you're comparing them to us?" My eyes are starting to water but my pride told me not to let the tears fall down.
Carly tapped her foot a few times. "Maybe." I scoffed. She sighed, and raised her voice. "Dave's too pitiful to have Fleck who is just like you! Always late for minutes, getting all sarcastic and hard-headed, and never shows much appreciation!"
"Appreciation?" I walked towards her until I was a few inches away. "You already named the show after yourself." I snapped back. I sighed and looked down. "So this is it? Is this how we are going to end this friendship?"
She was still proud and never even felt my tone of voice. "Back at ya." It was actually a question she has to answer. But she insists to really end our friendship.
"Cool with me." I grabbed my backpack and jacket and reached for the door. I opened it and looked at her one more time. I guess that will be the last time I will see their apartment.
I was hurt. Totally hurt. I never thought she thinks of me that way. I know she's a little bossy too sometimes, gets all the thinking and iCarly's Miss Responsible. I hate those traits of her but I never complain about it. And now she's all I-hate-you and I-don't-want-to-be-your-friend-anymore. Is that what she really thought of me for all those years?
Now I don't know where to go anymore. I can't go home. My mother hates me. I can't go back at the apartment and say sorry. I found a small park just a few blocks away from Bushwell Plaza and sat down on the swing. I cried. I cried and cried until raindrops fell on my head.
Author's Note: I'm currently diagnosed to Writer's Block. So WABH (With a Broken Heart) will be postponed for a while. I'll add a notice chapter together with this new story. Okay, about this new story, this is NOT a Cam (Carly/Sam) story, okay? I'm doing my kind of own version of iQuit iCarly plus some other episodes like iSaved Your Life, iThink They Kissed and more. This is some sort of a prologue, starting with Carly and Sam's fight, improvised, of course, since I'm not familiar with their lines in that scene. I hope this will be a nice cure for Writer's Block. Please read and review, thanks!
P.S Please tell me what you think about the real fight in iQuit iCarly. Tell me who do you think started the fight. ;)