Runnaway.
Chapter 1: Problem
I have always been the one to run away from my problems, instead of facing them head on. Even though people see me as vicious, aggressive and almost like a monster, the reality of it is... I am afraid.
Like most people are afraid of getting hurt.
Here is the situation, just straight. Like it is. Well, "straight" probably isn't the best way to describe it. A play on words. Try to keep up with me, and I'll give you a medal. Just kidding. I don't have any medals to give away today. Where was I? Oh yes. The situation.
I like my best friend.
You're probably thinking... 'So? Everyone has a best friend, and they like them. That's the whole point.' No, you don't understand. I like my best friend, who happens to be the prettiest girl in the whole world, or I think so anyway.
Okay, so now you're thinking 'this chick is crazy' or 'this girl is insane'. I am being deadly serious. Better than being seriously dead.
We were getting all dressed up and read to go out to some random party that we were invited to, since we were the famous iCarly webshow hostesses and all that chiz. Carly was in a short white dress (which I wanted to rip her out of, right then and there) and was pouting as she looked in the mirror.
I had been pining for her love and affection for a couple of months now. She never seemed to notice. Or maybe she did know about it and I chose to ignore that, for my own blissful state of mind.
"All I am saying," Carly says, flicking her hair around. "It'd be nice to get more from him."
"Carly," I reply. "Maybe he's just an idiot. Maybe you should try someone else more worthy of you."
Someone like me.
I didn't have the courage to just come out and say it and it made me feel weak. There was nothing worse than feeling weak or inferior. That's what my father used to always say to me and Melanie before he disappeared mysteriously.
"If Jason won't call, won't text or email... then he's lost the battle."
"You make it sound so dramatic and like a war, Sam," giggles Carly. "I'm in love with this guy. I don't want to lose him."
"Okay," I say.
It's the end of our little conversation. But there is so much more I want to say to her. And there is so much more I want to do to or with her.
Sorry. My dirty mind is playing tricks on me.
"So, how do I look?" Carly asks, twirling around gracefully.
Like the sexiest woman alive.
I eye her up and down, trying not to be so obvious as I check her out. Her firm, round butt was wriggling, and those small breasts were probably itching for a slow sensual massage. Again, she stuck out her lips in the most seductive manner. The girl had no idea what effect she had on me.
"Nice," I say, almost choking on my own tongue, and immediately feel the need to slap myself, hard. "Very nice."
Smooth, Puckett. Real smooth.
"I need a necklace."
"Okay."
I turn around and want to bury my head into the carpet on Carly's bedroom.
When I hear the sound of a clearing throat, I face my best friend only to find her standing directly behind me. I knock her over as I spin around quickly, she grabs onto me and we both fall onto her bed, limbs tangling together and in fits of embarrassed giggles. Both of us are still laughing, as Carly rolls on top of me.
Her pretty eyes were sparkling in excitement and happiness.
Slowly, without really thinking about what I was actually doing, I slid one of my hands around her waist gently and the other hand rested around her neck carefully. I rubbed my fingers on the back of her neck and watched her close her eyes softly.
Taking this as a "moment", and forgetting everything I had taught myself up to this very second.
I leaned up and pressed my mouth to hers.
