A/N—Sorry if this chapter is kind of boring. I promise the story will get more interesting! Reviews are like oxygen.

"Hey, Freddie." Carly opened the door of her apartment so her friend Freddie could come in. He was carrying his usual assortment of technical equipment, and Carly had to step back to avoid being hit by the various wires.

"Hi, Carly. Where's Sam?" Freddie looked around the apartment for the blonde girl.

"I don't know. She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago." Carly shrugged. "But speaking of Sam, I kind of think she's been acting a little…strange lately."

"Really?" Freddie's voice cracked. Sam had told him that she was gay a week before. When he had asked if she had told Carly, Sam had simply shook her head and blushed. Freddie knew that Sam acted strange around Carly because she was completely in love with the brunette.

Carly nodded. "She doesn't seem to want to hang out as much. She's always late for iCarly, and when I try to make plans with her she always makes an excuse." Carly looked like she was deep in thought for a moment, then her face lit up. "I know! Sam has a boyfriend! That's why she not really interested in hanging out with us anymore." Carly smiled triumphantly, but she looked a little sad.

"Um…I don't think that's it." Freddie ran a hand through his hair. This conversation was getting more awkward by the second.

"Well, what do you think it is?" Carly put her hand on her hip.

Freddie gulped. Sam had made him promise not to tell anyone. "Maybe she has…a lot of homework to catch up on?" Freddie said hopefully.

Carly laughed. "I don't think Sam's ever done homework in her life. Anyway, she's sleeping over tonight, if she ever shows up. That'll give me a chance to talk to her about what's going on."

Freddie shrugged. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

Carly gave him a strange look. "Do you know what's going on with her?"

Freddie shook his head. "Girls, you know?" He chuckled pathetically before heading upstairs. Carly sighed and followed.

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"Sam, wake up." Carly nudged her sleeping friend. It was around midnight, and Carly and Sam had fallen asleep in front of the TV. Sam's head was against Carly's shoulder and her legs were in Carly's lap.

"Hmm?" Sam blinked a few times. She didn't really want to move, but Carly seemed determined to wake her up.

"Sam, we fell asleep." Carly dragged Sam's legs off of her.

"Oh." Sam stretched and started to stand up. Her bed was more comfortable than the couch anyway.

"Wait." Carly grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled her down. Sam gave Carly a confused look, then shrugged and closed her eyes.

"No, Sam, I have to talk to you about something." Carly sounded serious, and Sam reluctantly opened her eyes.

"I want to know why you've been acting so weird around me lately." Carly got right to the point.

Sam stared down at the floor, avoiding Carly's eyes. Carly gently put her hand on Sam's arm, and Sam shivered from the contact. She just wanted to get this over with, to get her feelings out in the open, because she couldn't live without telling Carly the truth.

Sam sighed. "Okay, the truth…the truth is, I love you." Sam squeezed her eyes shut and counted to ten. When Carly didn't respond, she slowly opened her eyes.

Carly was still sitting next to her, but she had taken her hand away from Sam's arm. "You mean like…you're a lesbian?" Carly whispered harshly, her eyes narrowed.

Sam nodded wordlessly. She still didn't look at Carly.

Neither Carly or Sam spoke for a few moments. Finally, Sam looked up at Carly. The brunette's eyes sparkled with tears.

"Carly, please don't…" Sam pleaded, reaching for her friend. Carly, however, scooted away.

"Sam, I-I'm sorry," Carly said shakily. "I don't…like you like that. Sorry." Carly didn't wait for a response; she dashed upstairs, leaving Sam alone on the couch.

Suddenly, Spencer popped out of his room and headed toward the kitchen. "Hey, Sam," he said brightly, opening the fridge. "I'm getting some water. Want one?"

Sam shook her head. Her eyes were quickly filling with tears, and she was afraid her voice would sound strangled if she spoke.

"Okay. Where's Carly?" Spencer asked, grabbing a bottle and looking around.

Sam shrugged. Spencer looked confused for a second, then started walking back to his room. "If you need anything, just knock," he said, closing the door behind him.

Sam looked at the stairs one last time, then left Carly's apartment.