Well, as it turns out, I love Cam fanfiction a lot. I really hope that you know Cam means Carly and Sam. This will be a side story for now, while I finish up my current story, Cold to the Touch which is Elsanna, and you should check it out if you happen to be on the ship too. I will always warn you guys when there is lemons in a stroy a.k.a sexual anime a.k.a graphic content a.k.a it means that you will be reading porn if there is lemons. Enjoy:)
I walked into my apartment and slammed the door.
"Woah there Carls, no need to get so slammy with the poor inoccent door. Wanna tell me what's up?" Spencer asked. He was in his sculpture space by the fire escape, making something out of sheets of aluminum and wires. It looked like he was just starting the sculpture, so I had no idea what it was supposed to be.
"What're you building, Spence?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Oh, uh, hmm. I don't really know yet. I was just parking my motorcycle and I noticed that someone was going to throwing away these sheets of metal. I took it off their hands for a dime and a coupon to the Groovy Smoothie. I'm just playing around with this and seeing what I can do with it. Anyway, why'd you change the subject?"
"What? No I, ok, I changed the subject but it's not a big deal. I just get kinda 'slammy' with doors sometimes, I guess."
"Seriously, what's up?"
"Nothing, me and Sam just got into a small argument, it's nothing."
"Alright," Spencer said, unconvinced," just make sure you make things up with her, I can tell she's an important friend to you."
I nodded my head then walked up the stairs as calmly as I could. As soon as I was out of his view I stormed up the stairs and into the iCarly studio. Then I plopped down into one of the beanbags. I sat there angry for a little bit, but that anger turned into sadness and I started to bawl into the palms of my hands. What is wrong with me? I repeated that over and over again in my head.
What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me?
I curled up into a ball as the tears dried up. How could I do that, be that. I wasn't that, wasn't gay.
These feelings are fake, I'm making them up. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.
What if I was. What if I, Carly Shay, was gay? Not just gay, but in love. In love so hard that I thought my hearty might explode out of my chest and butterflies would pour from my stomach and out of my mouth. In love with my best friend. Sam. Suddenly the door burst open and Sam walked in.
"Hey Shay, your brother let me in. Why was he saying that we had to make up- woah Carly are you ok?" My cheeks were tear stained and my eyes all red and puffy. "Hey cupcake, what's wrong?" she said in a much gentler voice. And suddenly the tears started streaming down my face again. she ran over and gave me a big hug. I breathed in her scent, and it was so comforting that I started to cry even harder. I loved my own best friend. What was wrong with me?
"Carly? Do I need to beat someone up? Give Fred-nerd a huge wedgie? 'Cause you know I will."
"No S- Sam," I say while involuntarily sniffling, "It's just... something that I'm dealing with." She pulled away from the hug, her face only inches from mine. Oh how I wanted to kiss her. Grab her by the back of her head and kiss her until my lips were sore. I looked into her eyes. I wasn't sure what same into me, but I leaned forward slowly. Sam moved her head forward ever so slightly. Did she want us to lock lips too? I leaned forward the rest of the way, and just like that, me lips were on hers. It felt so wrong but oh so right at the same time.
I started to pull away when she came back for more, her lips crashing over mine. She pushed me back on the beanbag and pinned my arms down and kissed me over and over again like there was no tomorrow. I kissed her back and all of this, at this moment felt so right. Like this was how things were supposed to be. And there was no doubt in my mind that I, Carly Shay, was gay and in love with my best friend, Samantha Puckett.
We kept kissing for the next five or so minutes. Sam was the first to pull back. We had ended up so that she was straddling my lap, both of us sitting upright.
"I, uh, don't know what just happened." Sam was the first to speak.
"Something amazing." I said. Sam smiled then gave me one long last kiss.
"So what does this make us, Carly?"
"You know, I never picture you as the kinda girl to try to put labels on things." I joked.
"But seriously, are we dating, girlfriend and girlfriend, was this a one time thing?''
"I'm just as confused as you are. All I know is that out of all of the people I've ever kissed, nothing has ever felt more right."
"Then I guess it's official. You're my new girlfriend." Sam said smiling.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."
"What?"
"Kiss you." I said grinning, as I pulled her into a final kiss. We were interrupted by the sound of foot steps ascending the stairs to the studio. Sam quickly got off my lap and we both stood up. Freddie walked into the studio and could sense that something was off.
"What's going on?'' Luckily, Freddie was gullible.
"Oh uh nothing, me and Carly were just practicing a bit for iCarly. It's supposed to feel awkward."
"Oh ok, so do you guys want to go to the Groovy Smoothie?" he asked. Me and Sam both looked at each other and tried not to laugh at how gullible Freddie was.
"Sure." Sam says, "I'm always in the mood for some food." And with that all three of us left the studio and went to the Groovy Smoothie.
While at the smoothie shop, Sam made several suggestive gestures like holding my hand, touching my knee under the table and giving me long looks. Somehow, Freddie hadn't caught onto a single one of them. Unfortunately, someone else did. A man who looked in his thirties approached our table with a look of disgust and hatred even though he didn't even know us.
"You two ladies sicken me," he started, "this is a public place with families and children-"
"Excuse me sir," Freddie started.
"I'm not talking to you son, I'm talking to these disgusting low-life lesbians who are showing public displays of affection in a public place. You will both burn in hell for your sins. This is not what god wanted. Hmph, I hope I don't breath the same air as you two."
I could feel my face get hot and red and tears stream down my face when Sam interjected. "You know what, you nut bag, all we did was look at each other and hold hands. Typical best-friend stuff even if we are more than friends. Now take you and your uniformed ass else where!" Sam was shouting as if he was across the room.
The man scoffed then walked away. I tried to hold in my tears but it was too hard. Sam held me by my shoulders, looked me over then dropped a twenty on the table and guided me back to me apartment, leaving Freddie to fill in the pieces by himself. I had found enough strength to compose myself in front of Spencer and quickly run up the stairs to my room with Sam quickly following.
"Glad to see you and Sam are friends again, kiddo." Spencer called up the stairs.
"Yep, it was just a, umm, misunderstanding." I called back, not sure if he heard me. When I got to my room I waited for the sound of Sam closing my door then I buried my face in a pillow and cried for the third time in the past half hour. Sam walked over and started rubbing my back. Then she pulled my head out of the pillow and kissed me.
"Hey cupcake, it's ok. That man had nothing better to do than to be an ignorant, homophobic asshole. It's nothing and you'll probably never see him again."
"You don't understand, Sam. You're a freaking battering ram when it comes to criticism, you just swat it all away. But I can't handle it. It's like being a fragile little flower then getting crushed by someone's foot. It was so embarrassing. The whole place could hear him."
"Carly, none of that matters, the only people who should matter are me, Spencer and your other family, and occasionally sometimes when I say its ok, Freddie." She smiled at me then gave me another long kiss. Right as Freddie walked in.
"Oh well this is awkward. But I guess that answers my question; you guys are dating."
"Yep, and you better not have a problem with it or I will beat the snot out of you." Freddie laughed.
"You think I of all people would have a problem with it? You guys are my best friends. And Gibby." I sat up off the bed then walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"Thank you, Freddie. I needed that."
