"Trainwreck"

Chapter 1

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At two am, most of Seattle was tucked away in bed on what was a frigid rainy night. Sam Puckett took her time climbing the stairs to Carly Shay's apartment; cheeks flushed from the icy wind and rain that bit at her during the 30 minute walk from her own apartment. Arriving at her destination, she decided to forgo using the spare key; it just wasn't her style. Instead she removed a bobby-pin from her golden locks and began to work her magic, picking at the lock until she heard the familiar sound of success. With a slight grin on her face, she carefully opened the door and crept inside.

Carly awoke, startled by the muffled sloshing footsteps she heard coming from downstairs. She quickly yet quietly crept out of bed and to the door, locking it promptly. The sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing quelled her nerves. With a roll of her eyes, she unlocked the door and climbed back into bed.

After having her fill of ham, Sam took the stairs two at a time up to Carly's bedroom. She slowly opened the door and entered the dark room. Turning her back to Carly, she closed the door, being careful not to make a sound. She kicked of her shoes and began to peel off the many wet layers that clung to her. Carly shifted uncomfortably in bed, unsure of whether to stare at her now half naked best friend or avert her eyes. Sam still hadn't realized that she was awake, so what was the harm of watching, right? Sam's hands found the hemline of her shirt and she started to pull it off. Carly's breath seemed to catch in her throat at the sight of Sam standing in her bedroom wearing only a black bra and boy shorts. Sam walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel to dry off. As the light from the bathroom filtered into Carly's bedroom, Sam glanced over, seeing the brunette sitting erect in bed.

"What are you doing up at this hour Carls?"

"I heard somebody downstairs."

"And yet you don't seem startled."

"Yeah, well I heard the refrigerator open and figured it must be you."

"Or it could have been a ravenous murderer in need of a quick snack before-"

"Yeah, I don't think so."

Sam shrugged and flipped off the light, walking over to Carly's dresser in search of a dry pair of pajamas.

"Why are you all wet?"

A giant smile crept upon Sam's face as she answered, "Well you know Cupcake, the sight of that luscious ham is enough to make any girl-"

"Sam!"

"Oh, come on Carls. You set yourself up for that one."

"And what are you doing here at," Carly trailed off as she squinted to read her alarm clock clearly, "a quarter to three in the morning?"

"What's with all the questions?" Sam asked, pulling on a baggy Cuddlefish t-shirt.

"What's with picking the lock, eating my ham, and sneaking into my room at 3:00 in the morning?"

Sam shrugged as she looked at her feet. "I couldn't sleep," she replied, pulling back the covers and getting into bed.

"So you thought you'd wake me up too?"

Sam sat up in bed, her weight on her elbows. "Listen Carls, if you want me to go just-"

"That's not what I meant, Sam, and you know it. I'm just kind of surprised to see you, that's all."

Carly gave Sam a weak smile, before burrowing her head in the crook of Sam's neck. Sam immediately wrapped her arms around the brunette, and smirked at the sight before her. Carly started playing with Sam's hair, twirling the golden locks around her finger.

"So why can't you sleep? What's going on in that thick head of yours?" Carly asked, rapping her index finger lightly over Sam's temple. Sam smiled lightly at the gesture.

"It's too complicated even for you to try and figure out."

Carly sat up in bed looking into Sam's eyes, searching for unsaid answers. "Try me."

"You're tired." Sam pulled Carly back down into her embrace. "Just go to sleep, Cupcake. It's not a big deal."

"Obviously it is Sam."

"Na. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Sam kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"But that's just it Sam. I do worry about you. You're my best friend in the whole entire-"

"Carly-"

"-and I just hate seeing you like this-"

"Look I said it wasn't a big deal okay, so just drop it." Sure it came out a lot harsher than Sam had intended, but she was in no mood to listen to Carly drone on about how much their friendship meant to her. Not when Sam was looking for more. She slid her legs over the side of the bed. With her hands on her knees and head lowered, she silently begged Carly to just drop it.

"No. I won't drop it, Sam. Not until you tell me what's wrong with you." Carly tentatively reached out, her hand running up Sam's arm in attempt to calm the other girl. Sam recoiled like she was being burned.

"I said drop it, so just fucking leave it alone Carly."

"No." Carly sat up in bed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Not until you tell me what's wrong with you. Why lately you've been coming up with excuses as to why you can't hang out with me after school and then show up unexpectedly in the middle of the night." At that Sam stood up, glaring at Carly as she continued to go off on her. "Why are you being so distant?"

"Why can't you take a hint and fucking drop it? If I wanted to talk about it, I'd tell you. But as it is, I don't. So quit being a fucking know-it-all, shut the hell up and go to sleep," Sam spit venomously as her. Never in her life had she spoken to Carly like that.

Carly sat there, dumbstruck for a second before looking Sam dead in the eye and saying, "No, Sam."

"What do you mean no?" Sam took a few steps, running her fingers roughly through her hair. "This isn't up for debate Carly. Drop it!" she muttered through her teeth.

Carly pulled her comforter back, slid her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She crossed the room, standing in front of a fuming Sam.

"You're right. We're not going to debate this…" Carly began softly, before raising her voice, "because you're just going to tell me. So out with it Sam." She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked victoriously.

Sam stood there for a second, grinding her teeth before answering her. It came out as a whisper. "Fine you wanna know? You wanna know what's going on in this fucked up head of mine Carls? Huh?" She took a step towards Carly. Raising her voice, she continued. "You wanna know why I avoid you all day only to sneak into your room in the middle of the night. Huh?"

The look on her face was almost menacing, her eyes clearly conveying the inner turmoil that had been plaguing the girl for months, and did not go unnoticed by Carly.

"Sam-" Carly reached for her, only for Sam to grab her wrist.

"Don't," she muttered, jaw set and eyes closed. She dropped Carly's wrist.

Carly scanned her face, unsure of what to make of her. "What's gotten into you?"

Sam scoffed and shook her head before looking Carly in the eye. "You may be one of the smartest girls at Ridgeway but outside of school you aren't that bright are you?"

"What are you talking-"

And at that Sam grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in and cutting her off with her lips. The kiss was hard and short, but yet she hoped it would give Carly the answers that she couldn't bring herself to say out loud. Standing back, she waited for Carly to respond. Opening her eyes slowly, Carly's fingers went to her lips. She stood there for a second before closing the distance between herself and Sam. They stared into each others eyes for a mere second before Carly brought her hand up and smacked Sam soundly across the face. Sam's mouth hung open, her hand immediately going to her stinging cheek while she stepped back, turning her back to Carly.

"I knew you'd react this way." She shook her head and rolled her eyes before turning to face Carly again. "I knew-"

"Shut up!" Carly yelled. "That was for calling me stupid." She took the three steps that separated her from Sam. Grabbing the slightly taller girl by the shirt collar, she pulled her down and looked her in the eyes. Sam squared her jaw. She knew she deserved whatever was coming to her as Carly had every right to be angry with her. "And this is for not telling me sooner."

"Wait-" And at that Carly cut her off with her lips.

A/N: There will be smutty goodness in later chapters, I assure you. Carly Shay is a classy chick and definitely not easy, so Sam (and therefore you) will just have to wait. Thanks for reading. Keep in mind, this is my first fic so try and be gentle with the reviews, eh.