A/N: This is my first Cam fic, and the first fanfic I've written in a long time. Read and review, please! If I get enough good reviews, I'll continue the story. :)

"Sam! Hurry up! We'll be late for-" Carly Shay yelled, running down the stairs of the apartment she shared with her older brother, Spencer.

"Relax, Carls, I'm ready," Sam Puckett replied, her backpack slung over her shoulder, waiting by the door. Carly stood motionless at the foot of the stairs, staring at her best friend. Sam looked good. Really, really good. The blonde was wearing her favorite hoodie, and she looked adorable.

"Carls? Carls, are you okay?"Sam asked, moving closer to the brunette. 'She even smells good. Wait, this is SAM you're thinking about; she's my best friend!' Carly thought, beginning to panic; she couldn't like Sam. She didn't like girls! Shaking her best friend, Sam yelled, "Carly!"

"Huh?" Carly asked, coming out of her trance.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I was just...lost in thought, that's all." It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Well, come on! I want to get to school before Fredward starts following you like a love-sick puppy again." Ever since Freddie and Sam had broken up, Freddie's monster crush on Carly had come back with a vengeance. Carly linked elbows with Sam, as they always did. This time, however, it was different. It was as if electricity shot through Carly, giving her chills.

After school, the trio of friends walked back to Carly's apartment together, Sam teasing Freddie and Carly keeping the peace, as usual. Unlocking the door, Carly threw her bag on a nearby chair, while Sam made a beeline for the fridge. "Freddie, can I talk to you...upstairs?" Carly asked.

"Sure," Freddie replied, his eyes lighting up.

"I'll be up in five minutes!" Sam yelled at their retreating forms, finding the ham.

Upstairs, Carly collapsed onto her favorite beanbag chair, burying her face in her hands.

"What's up?" Freddie asked, sitting next to her.

"I don't know. All day today I couldn't stop thinking about someone. Even Sam stopped thinking about food long enough to notice."

"Oh?" Freddie asked, hope rising in his chest.

"Yeah. But it's not someone I should like. I mean, this person is great. But it's so...it feels wrong almost."

"What do you mean, 'wrong'?" Freddie asked, arching his eyebrow.

"Well...it's a girl. Freddie, I like a girl."

"And how is that wrong?"

"It's new, and I don't know what Spencer would do...Freddie, I'm freaking out!"

"It's not wrong to like girls, Carly. Love is love. Who do you like anyway?"

"You have to swear on your life you won't tell anyone."

"And if I do tell?"

"I'll let Sam kill you," Carly stated, glaring at Freddie.

In the hallway, hidden, Sam tried to suppress a giggle at the thought of Carly letting her get her hand on Freddie. Carly liked girls. So that's why Carly had been acting weird all day.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell. I swear," Freddie said, back in the studio.

"It's...Sam. I like Sam," Carly confessed quietly. In the hallway, Sam almost dropped her sandwich. Carly liked her? Before she could think about it anymore, she opened the door.

"Hey, Carls. This ham is amazing," Sam said. Her mind was racing; why had she said that? ALL ham was amazing. Did this mean she liked Carly?

"Thanks?" Carly asked, trying to act normally.

"Hey Fredweird, don't have your train meeting to get to? I want to talk to Carly." Sam requested.

"Sure. Bye girls," Freddie replied, standing. Taking his empty seat, Sam noticed Freddie was still standing there.

"Well?" she asked exasperatedly.

"Right. Catch ya later."

After Freddie had left, Carly turned to Sam. "So you like my ham," she said, giggling.

"Yeah...listen. We need to talk."

"Ok. Shoot."

"I um...I kind of hear you...what you said to Freddie."

"You were spying on me?" Carly burst out, her face turning red.

"I didn't mean to! I was coming up here and I heard you guys talking."

"So now what? You know I like you. Don't you hate me?"