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Note: I haven't got much feed back on this story, but what I have got has for the most part told me I am confusing my readers. So I guess I will let the cat out of the bag a bit. I won't tell you what is going to happen in the story, but I will explain myself a little. What I am trying for is how one thing so simple as Sam putting the cat out or not can change the rest of her life. Not just hers but the people close to her as well. as you will see in the story the more a person is distant from her the less the impact of the changes it causes is to them. I have given all of your reviews some thought. I am going to reload the story, so my vision is easier to see. I hope you like it. The way I intend to reload it is simply one chapter will be on the story line of what happens if Sam did put the cat out. The next chapter will be what happens if she didn't put the cat out. In one story Carson and Sam will come into existence in the other they very well may not. So in a way I am giving you two stories in one. I will also keep up my personal dictionary terms lol. So please enjoy the reloaded edition and I will try to keep it updated better. Reviews are very welcome even if you hate the story I want to know.
Reloaded edition
We start with setting the seen a room that is nothing but black. Then quite suddenly two spotlights come up and in the background you see the iCarly set in the dim after glow of the spotlights. You hear the ding of the elevator and as the doors open you see two good-looking boys around the age of sixteen. They step out and make there way to the bright lights.
"Hi I am Sam Carlisle Shay."
"And I am Carson Benson Shay and guess what."
"What Carson?" Sam asked in an excited tone.
"We are not born yet."
"What do you mean we're not born yet we are here entertaining all these people right."
"You're not wrong but we are only what might be."
"Might be! Might be! The hell with that who do I have to kill to be born."
"Well for that we are in luck for us to be born all it will take is one little thing and no I don't mean a butterfly or some janked up thing like that."
"Then what the hell Carson!"
"All that needs to be done is for Sam Pucket to…"
"RANDOM! DANCING!"
Sam palms his face and starts moshing to the random tecno music while Carson was dancing badly pumping his fist in the air and jumping around. Once the music stopped Carson looked up and smiled.
"Well that's all the time we have for this section of Sam and Carson so I will just leave you on the clip of Sam Pucket's life that makes us possible.
Screen fades out.
Sam woke to the sound of her mom yelling at the cat again. It was the same rant as always, 'why can't you get a job and how the hell did you get knocked up again when I never let you leave the house.' She was yelling loud enough to wake the dead, she did wake Sam after all.
'It looks like school is going to be hell tomorrow, but I got to go I promised Carly I would skip anymore.' Sam thought to herself as she rolled over and looked at her bedside clock, two thirteen am glowed blue back at her. She rolled back over and tried to get back to sleep. To no surprise that didn't work out well because no sooner she managed to close her eyes there was a knock on the door.
Thanks to her mom being to busy still yelling at the cat to answer the beating on the door, Sam got up picking the cat up on the way to the door and answered it to find the nosy old bat who lived next door.
"Yes?" Sam asked waiting for her reason for standing at the door.
"Can you keep it down over here people are trying to sleep?"
"I can try to talk her down but it's never a good idea to talk her out of a rant."
"I don't know why I ever brought you home, you have been nothing but an eating, crapping, baby making machine and if you keep this up I will throw your thankless ass out so you can get aides or some other disease happily. You better be looking for a job in the morning." Her mom screamed while looking at the cat that was purring happily in Sam's arms.
After she heard that she turned away in disgust leaving Sam with her three legged cat and her ranting mother. Sam shrugged closing the door then putting down the cat. She then went to her room and tried to sleep through her mothers ranting. At four in the morning it finely stopped but not because her mom was done with the cat, no far from it. She just had to start getting ready or she would be late for work. As her mom's bedroom door slammed Sam drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the iCarly episode they had planed that night.
Carly woke to a tap on her window. She got up and thought it was odd that it felt like she hadn't been sleeping at all. She walked over to the window to find Sam crawling through it.
"What are you doing here," Carly asked her voice going up a pitch.
"You know what I am doing here," Sam said pulling Carly to her and kissing her soundly.
Carly lifted her arms to push her away but ended up wrapping her arms around Sam's neck, and started kissing her back just as passionately. Sam backed them up to the bed and they toppled onto it, Sam's lips were still on hers but her hands were pushing up the hem of her nightshirt. Carly lifted her arms to let her pull the now stuffy nightshirt off. Sam removed her nightshirt and the latched her mouth on to one of the uncovered breast causing a moan to escape Carly's mouth.
"Shhhh, we don't want to wake Spencer up," Sam said taking her mouth away from Carly's breast making her whimper.
Sam leaned back down but took her lips instead of her nipple, kissing her roughly plunging her tongue past her lips and dominating her tongue. Carly moaned her eyes rolling shut at the invasion. Sam bucked her jean clad hips into Carly's at the sound, causing her to wrap her legs around Sam's hips and grind her his back into Sam's. Carly tired of being the more naked of the pulled off Sam's shirt and unclasped her bra, quickly tossing them aside. She admired Sam's breast until her focus was claimed by Sam's lips back on hers like she was her only source of life. Carly's hands found the button on Sam's pants about the same time Sam's thumbs hooked into the waist band of Carly's panties and began to pull them down.
Carly woke up with her hand in her panties and breathing heavy. She sat up quickly feeling the slick wetness on her fingers and between her legs.
'I just had a wet dream about Sam who is not only my best friend but also a girl,' she thought beginning to panic. She turned and looked at her clock, it was two thirty in the morning. She lay back down and tried to get back to sleep, only to spend the rest of the night tossing and turning.
When her alarm went off that morning at six thirty that morning she was already up and lamenting the day, and the fact she would have to face the star of her restless night. Not that she didn't want to see Sam only that it would be awkward. She got up showered, brushed her teeth, and made for her and Spencer. Once they were done eating he took her to school; she went in and waited for Sam who never showed up.
'Maybe she's just late,' she told herself as she walked to class feeling that her morning was missing something.
By time she got to the third class of the day and still no Sam she started to feel hurt and betrayed.
Sam woke up to the sun shining brightly in her face, which was odd for Seattle. She rolled over and looked at her clock that read five till noon.
"Damn Carly is going to be so pissed with me," she said out loud getting dressed quickly. By noon she grabbed her backpack and was out the door. 'Why am I going to school when it is already half over,' she asked herself.
She went any way hoping things wouldn't be so bad once she explained herself.
By time she got to school lunch had just started and man was she was hungry, she felt like she hadn't eaten in days. She went to her locker and pulled out the books she would need for the last classes of the day and waited for Carly to show up at her locker to do the same. When she didn't show after waiting five minuets she went to lunch, with her stomach doing it's own impersonation of a wookiee.
'I must have just missed her,' Sam thought to herself as she was passing tables while cutting in line.
It was then she over heard one Jake Crandal talking to his buddy Mark.
"Why did you break up with her this time Jake. Hell man you can't get much better than Stephanie."
"Well to be honest she can't satisfy me. I tried man she is just a cold fish in bed and there is nothing I can do to fix that. Besides she doesn't even want to do it anymore. I think I need to dust off my old stand by.
"Yea and who would that be rosy palm and her five friends?"
"Think again man, I know for a fact that Carly Shay has had a crush on me since middle school and she isn't seeing anyone."
"Really hum now that is a hot piece of trim. But I don't think you will be getting any for a long time if you know what I mean."
"I bet you I can be in her panties by this time next week."
"That's a bet man because I don't think your that smooth and I know Carly and she is one of those squeaky clean teens."
"Fine if I win I get dibs for you playing time on the field."
"And if I win?"
"Hell I will let you have sloppy seconds," Jake said laughing.
After that Sam had heard enough and charged right at Jake, with her fist clenched and eyes flashing his untimely lesson in humiliation by getting the shit kicked out of him by a girl. Her fist was buried in his face before he had the chance to get up or even panic. Feeling his blood gush across her hand just got her more pissed than she was before, not only did he just talk about her best friend like she was a common slut he had the balls to get blood on her. She began to really work him over changing from punching his face to pounding on his ribs. That was until two people in suits pulled her off of him. They were the kind you see child service employees wear. She would have started panicking if it wasn't for Carly giving a slap to her face. Sam was to shocked to put any of what was going through her mind in order.
"Why would you do something like that Sam, were you trying to kill him?"
"But Carly he was…"
"There is never a reason for hurting someone like that Sam. As long as I have known you, yes you would pull pranks and bully a bit, but I have never seen you do something like this. You need help Sam."
Sam was crushed and showed it the only way she knew how.
"I need help fine but I won't be there for you when he fucks you over and makes you cry. I mean I give we both know you would be so much better off with me in you life messing things up, I know Freddie would be happy with out me around making life interesting."
This was the first time Sam had ever went off on her like that even her voice was different, it was like something just broke inside her. Carly shuddered knowing this time she had meant everything she had just said and there wasn't going to be a way to fix this. All she could do is stop this before it got worse.
"Whatever Sam we will talk about this later."
When Sam looked at her, it was different her eyes didn't have the same shine they looked dead as they dragged her to the principal's office. It was this that made Carly feel cold inside. She looked over to see Mike helping Jake up she ran over to help him carry him to the nurse's office.
Once they got Sam to the office they pushed her into a chair. Principal Franklin looked at her with a sad and very tired expression.
"You're not the normal goons who bring me to Ted so who the hell are you and what's the deal."
"These people are from child services. How are things at home Sam."
"Great never better, all is well and right in the land of Sam." Sam said getting nervous at where this may be going, and she really didn't like the feeling.
"To be honest Samantha all we have been seeing has been none to good, you show all the classic signs of physical and mental abuse." Said the suit that looked like a tweed wrapped linebacker.
"So just skip it and tell me what you guys are doing here today."
"We got a tip that you may be in trouble so we are checking up on you and your environment if your home and mother fail to pass inspection then we will place you in an environment that will be better for you to grow up in."
"You want to put me in a home," Sam said in with an oddly calm voice.
It's not like this has never happened before and her mom always seemed to know about it before hand and fixed everything up before they got there. She was at work and would be there until tonight. She was so boned. But she was not just going to lay down and let them put her where they wanted. If they thought her mother couldn't raise her fine she would raise herself. That was better than being at a home for a year where she would likely get raped or smacked around, if not both.
"Fine but can I finish out the day you know talk to my friends and stuff."
The tweed wrapped child service agent looked at Ted who looked at Sam who looked like she would cry if he said no. That was something Ted couldn't handle seeing.
"If you can keep yourself from hurting anyone else or damaging school property."
"That's doable Ted, and thanks."
Ted almost did a double take Sam never thanked anyone unless it was laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm.
"That will be fine," said the one who up until that point had been silent it was a short hammer faced woman who was in a powder blue polyester business suit. She smiled at Sam "just report here after school and we will take you home so we can do the inspection. At worst you will have to pack at best we leave your mom to look in on your school activities and make note of a false alarm."
"Whatever lady can I go now I need to pee and I am already late for class."
"Sure Sam go, Ted said handing her a hall pass.
Sam got up grabbed her backpack and the pass and all but bolted before they could change their minds. When she got to the restroom she locked herself into a stall and sat on the toilet she then pulled out a notebook and pin from her backpack and began to compose a letter to Carly.
Dear Carls,
I am writing this because I have to leave. I know your mad at me now and knowing you, you're already trying to forgive me, don't. I am not sorry for beating up Jake. Please be careful around him he is not a good guy. Yes I know people say the same about me and I hear it so often that your life would be better without me in it so I am getting out. I just wanted you to know even though I was bad for your life; you were the best thing that ever happened to mine. Well there is not much time left so don't worry I know how to take care of myself. Well I guess we won't be talking about today later, I need help so I am going to find it.
PS you will always be my best friend
Your B.F.F.
Sam
Sam got up and ripped the page out of the notebook and folded it to slip into Carly's locker. She then got up and walked out of the school slipping the note in Carly's locker as she went. Once she got a bit away from the school she sprinted home and started packing clothes mostly but only enough to change for a week. She then grabbed the bat and box of baseball cards her father left for her and put them in the bag. She started to curse when she realized that she couldn't find her journal.
'Forget it,' she said to her self as she grabbed her coffee can bank that was filled with all the proceeds of her bullying lunch, and protection money from at least ten students from the beginning of this year to now. She looked inside it and smiled, there had to be close to six hundred dollars in it. She pulled the money out and stashed it in her pocket. She picked up the duffel bag and headed out the door.
'Now what,' she thought. 'I can't just go to the train or bus stations that would be the first place they would look for me and even if I was able to catch something before I was missed they could track me because I need my I.D. to get a ticket any where. Shit what now.'
Carly went to her locker after school and found the letter, as she was about to get her backpack. She debated for half a second if she should read it right there or not. Deciding not to wait she unfolded the paper to see Sam's quick messy writing and after reading the first line she feels her chest clench where her heart had just seemed to stop beating. Before she could even get half way through the note it started to get blurry, she rubbed her eyes hopping to clear her vision only to find she was crying. By time she reached the end of the note she had fallen to her knees sobbing brokenly. The feeling she had while it was happening was right this was something she couldn't fix.
Spencer waited in on his bike for an hour before he started to get worried. He walked into the school and went to the office it wouldn't be the first time she was late out because Sam had got into some trouble. When he got to the office he was surprised by how active it was, it hasn't been this bad since Sam put up fliers for free ice cream in the office all around school. He walked up to the front desk.
"I am here to pick up Carly Shay, is she here?"
"She's in the nurse's office," the secretary said pointing the way.
Spencer walked into the nurse's office to find Carly huddled on the cot crying like someone had just died. Spencer rushed over to her and pulled her into a hug.
"What's wrong kiddo?"
"Sam's gone she left," Carly said between sobs.
"Why did she leave?"
"We got into a fight after she beat Jake up."
"I don't think that's it I mean you two are to close for her to leave over a fight."
"But…" she was cut off before she could finish what she was going to say.
"Can we talk to the both of you?" said the one of the child service agents in the doorway.
"What is this about?" Spencer asked looking at the agent.
"We would like to ask you some thing about Samantha Pucket."
"Who are you people can't this wait can't you see my sister is upset?"
"We are with child services we have cause to believe that Samantha has been living in a bad environment."
"We would like to help you out anyway we can but can it wait for later?"
"She is missing and we need to know if you would know where we might find her we had already sent someone by her house and had the school checked."
"She left me a note so saying she was leaving and wouldn't be seeing me so I have no idea where she might be." Carly said her voice horse from crying.
"Do you still have the note?"
"Yes."
"We are going to need it."
"Will I get it back?" she asked handing the note over.
"I don't know."
Carly began to cry again. All Spencer could do was hold her and tell her it would all be ok.
"We need to get you home. Should I call Mrs. Benson or can you ride?"
"I can ride," she said with a teary hiccup.
Sam made it to a travelers dinner on the outskirts of the city feeling tired, sore from the walking and running and man was she hungry she skipped breakfast and lunch was rudely interrupted by a justified ass kicking. She walked in and sat in the first empty booth and waited for the waitress. She looked around. It was just as she expected it was mostly empty there were a few old truckers playing cards and drinking coffee in one of the back booths, while a the only waitress refilled their cup. The only thing that seemed a little off was the very clean cut guy who was around the age of twenty at the bar with a guitar case filling out an application. The cook took the application looked at it and then at the guy.
"Let me get this strait you only want to work a few days?"
"Well I am trying to get to LA and I lost I ran out of gas money to get there so I just need enough work to get up the funds to get there."
"I'm sorry," he looked at the application again, "Troy but we don't have that kind of work here."
"I'll give you five bucks to clean my truck out kid," one of the truckers piped in while folding his cards and tossing them on the table.
Sam seeing that her luck had just picked up jumped on it.
"How much do you need to get you there?"
"Three hundred bucks will get me there with no worries."
"I will pay for gas and eats if you will take me to San Francisco."
"Done!" he said walking over to Sam and shaking her hand. "Hi I am Troy Jones it's nice to meet you…"
"Sam Pucket."
"Well I am glad to meet you Sam Pucket, and thank you."
Sam's stomach started sounding like a jackhammer.
"How about we get our first meal then get on the road?"
"Sounds great Sam."
They flagged down the waitress and ordered some food, and as they talked Sam realized this guy was both nice and cute. He had big brown eyes; dark brown hair and a fair complexion and he couldn't lie to save his life. By time the food was gone and they were getting into the car she was already crushing on him.
From the dictionary of one Lee Lamprush,
Laugh: when a smile organisms
