AN: The first story I'm publishing, but not the first I've written. The pairing is Cam, maybe with a little Spam thrown in for good measure.
This story is going to be a bunch of oneshots based off of the little sayings you get on the Dove chocolate wrappers, and will be updated whenever I get a wrapper with a new saying.
Oh, and by the way, I don't own iCarly.
Go on, have another.
You hadn't wanted to go to the fair. It was Seattle - which meant endless gray and drizzle, and really, who wants to ride a roller coaster that's covered in water - and you had homework (well, you both did, but you would actually do it), and there were a million reasons to say no.
But when it came down to it, you couldn't. You could never say no to Sam. Not when saying yes meant that Sam would grin, and wrap her arms around you, and whisper "You're the best, Carls." in a way that made you shudder - the good kind of shudder.
Sam looked at you as you neared the top of the track, all smiles as she shouted "You alright, cupcake?" There was no time for words - only delighted screams as the rollercoaster zoomed downwards. Truth be told, you were better than alright - you was high as a kite, high on adrenaline and sugar and Sam.
Sam threw an arm around your shoulder and stuck out her tongue as the camera flashed, and when Sam withdrew it to get off the ride, you hated the cold feeling it left behind.
You wished that for once she wouldn't let go.
"C'mon, Carly, lets get some more cotton candy. I'm starving!" she says/shouts, (totally ignoring your lecture on how sugar = cavities, and Jesus Christ, you did not want to take her to the dentist again) grabbing your arm and dragging you to the nearest food stand. You can't believe that neither of you has thrown up yet - but then again, Sam has a stomach of steel, and by now you're so familiar with the butterflies you get whenever she's around that a few rollercoasters seem like cake.
You can't recall when the butterflies first showed up. All you know is that when Sam plays with your hair, or strokes your arm, or even looks at you (yes, you're that lame - all it takes is a glance) like that, it does things to your insides. Good things.
Sam comes back, her sugar cravings satisfied (for now), and grabs your arm to drag you to the next rollercoaster ride. She's got sugar stuck to the corners of her mouth, and you lick your lips.
What would it be like to taste it?
"Where are we going, Sam?" you ask. She's taking you to the other end of the fair, away from most of the big, scary rides. Sam answers by way of pushing some kid out of the line for the ferris wheel and hopping in. You stumble on the steps and she grabs your wrist, steadying you and pulling you towards her.
Her eyes are gorgeous, you realize. You've never seen them this close up before - your faces are inches away. She blinks and lets go, allowing you to drop into your seat.
Seattle is beautiful at night. In the wheel with Sam, you feel like you're on top of the world, looking out at the amazing scenery. Her voice cuts through your daydreams.
"Hang on to me, alright?" she says, wrapping her arms around you suddenly and grinning like a maniac. "This might be a little bumpy."
Before you can ask her what the hell she's doing, you reach the top of the wheel and crash to a stop. Your faces collide, your lips connect.
It takes a few seconds to realize that this isn't just your lips joining for a brief instant - Sam's kissing you, and you kiss back fervently. She tastes like cotton candy and some fruit you can't name. When you break apart for oxygen (your least favorite element - it made you stop kissing Sam), she's looking at you with those gorgeous eyes.
"I, um, think you figured it out, but I….. I really like you, Carls. No, scratch that. I-I love you." she says nervously. As if you would ever turn her down. You could never say no to Sam.
"I love you too, Sam." you say, and her whole face lights up.
"Awesome." she says, with all her typical eloquency. You're curious about something, though.
"How did you know when the wheel would stop?" you ask. She grins her little devisnt grin. "Easy. I rigged it."
"What if I didn't like you? Wouldn't that have been awkward?" you tease. She laughs. "I was pretty sure you did. You were checking me out all day."
Damn. She got you. So much for being sneaky.
"You know," you say, a smile on your face "we're probably going to be stuck up here for a few hours. What should we do to…entertain ourselves?" Sam smiles again, wider than before.
"You can have another one if you want." she says, and you laugh as you wrap your arms around each other and kiss.
Too much of a good thing is wonderful.
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Review if you liked it, hated it, or noticed any mistakes. All criticism is encouraged. J