OMG! It's mah first iCarly fanfic! I'm really excited to release this!
I am not the best writer in the world, so if you just so happen to spot some errors/flaws, just let me know. I even take criticism and ideas to help drive the plot!
Disclaimer: I dun owns iCarly...
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW... Story... Thingy... Yeah. I should just shut up and let you read this chapter...
Carly's P.O.V
"Water is just water. It doesn't have a real flavor," I pointed out. Sam and I were walking home from school. It was a bit windy out today, but it was still nice outside.
"But why can't they at least give a flavor name to it, like cupcakes or something like that," the blonde asked. "It just makes it sound 10% cooler and I might actually drink it! Key word: might," she said, giving a grim smile. I gave a little chuckle.
"Cupcakes is already taken by the food cupcakes, so you can't name the flavor of water cupcakes," I said, stating the obvious.
"So? Share the love of the word," Sam cried out, holding her arms out wide.
"Hey. What's up chickas," Freddie asked, tagging along with Sam and I's walk home.
"Yo. Who's the chick," Sam asked, pointing at this brunette with a blue flower in her hair, getting snarky. I didn't know until now that Freddie brought a girl with him. Thanks Sam!
"Oh. Carly, Sam, this is my new girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica, this is Sam and Carly," Freddie said. Sam looked up at him, suddenly into the conversation.
"Hello," I say to Jessica. I put on a huge smile on my face. Jessica looked nice and was pretty. I can see why Freddie likes her. Although I did like it when Sam and Freddie were dating…
"Hi," she says, glaring at Sam. My best friend had a straight face the whole time. She looked down at the white concrete. For a few minutes, it was nothing but pure silence. Sam pulled out her phone.
"Oh," Sam says. "My mom just texted me. She needs help putting her bra on. I'll see you guys later," she finished, walking away, but she took one last glance at Freddie and Jessica, who just so happened to be holding hands with each other. Why did she sound upset?
Jessica wispered something into Freddie's ear. He chuckled, showing off a huge grin.
"Well, I'm just gonna get started on my homework for Briggs. Nice meeting you Jessica," I said. "Bye Freddie!"
"Bye," Jessica said in a monotone voice.
"See ya, Carls!"
Now the whole homework thing was a complete lie. I needed an excuse, and the homework thing was the only excuse that I could think of that was realistic.
I walked into her apartment complex. Everywhere I looked, dust was there. It was such a sad building. It looked like there was no life here. I began to cough, then I realized that my asthma might be acting up. My coughing was ended short, so it mustn't be that bad. Hehe… Mustn't… Such a funny word!
I finally reached her apartment level. Her place was right around the corner.
I knocked on her door, but only once because as I went for another knock on the door, it collapsed right into her apartment.
"Sam," I shouted, stepping right over the fallen door.
"Sam," I called for her again, searching for that certain blonde.
"Whaaat," Sam questioned, stepping out of her room. Her face looked like she was annoyed. Well, Sam can get annoyed at times. It's normal for her.
"Why did you run off?"
Sam hesitated.
"I got a bad vibe from her, okay," she squealed, throwing her pillow at a wall, then she sat on her bed, landing with a bounce.
"No. I think you're jelly."
"AM NOT," she screeched.
"Sam, you two broke up like what? Two months ago? I wouldn't blame you if you were jelly," I said, pacing in her room scratching the back of my neck.
"But I'm not," Sam replied. Her voice sounded calmer. "So you should be surprised."
"Sure you aren't. I question you, girly."
"I'm not," she whispered.
Sam narrowed her eyes on me. I narrowed my eyes on her back, trying to maintain a straight face.
"You find this hilarious, don't you," my best friend said to me, lowering her voice.
"No. I find this interesting. When did you start having feelings for him again," I questioned her. I pulled my hair back behind my ears, then sat myself down her bed, crossing my legs.
Sam buried her head into her bed, muttering something into it.
"Sam? Tell me," I demanded.
Sam sprung up, then made a mad dash out of her room.
"SAM," I called out, chasing the blonde around her cluttered apartment filled with bras, soup cans, and sandwich rappers.
"Got you," I said to her, gripping onto the back of her shirt. Her face went blank.
"Tell me," I said.
"No!"
"Please," I asked.
"I never did stop liking the nub. Okay?"
A small smile escaped my lips.
"You better not tell him this," Sam threatened.
"I won't. I promise."
"Good," Sam simply replied.
"So your jealous, then," I asked Sam.
"I may still like him, but I'm not jealous. I'm kinda glad that the nub's able to get a girl for real," Sam said.
"Sure," I replied. And just like that, I, Carly Shay, was gone.
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-Emily Castell