AN: I really need to learn to write these when I'm more awake, maybe then I'll enjoy it more and be less focused on staying awake lol. So yeah, Spencer's POV. Tried to make it sound all artistic-y and weird like Spencer is xD I'm not sure whose next, we'll see!

People think I'm a lost little artist in my own world, unaware to the world around me, but au contraire. As a man of the arts, I find myself very observant to everything around me, every little detail. I notice visual things, like patterns on the wall or bad logo design job on a cereal box. Just little things that stick out to me, the observer. But then there are other things. Things that are not always so easily picked up on.

My little sister Carly and her best friend Sam are the ultimate duo. Very seldom do you see one without the other. Just one is like an unbalanced force; ready to fall. But together they become balanced, equal in every way. Carly is what Sam's not and Sam is what Carly's not. Like the north and south pole. Both very different, but neither can stand without the other.

I remember back when they first met. I think it was all over a sandwich, a tuna sandwich to be precise. Sam wanted it but Carly wouldn't give it up. Sam liked that; and everything progressed from there. Before I knew it, Sam would come around more and more and raid our fridge. She eventually became part of the family and I swear she was at out apartment just as much as we were. But that was okay, because she was family. And I'm not sure why I was okay with Sam coming around a lot, after all she wasn't exactly the model kid…but I never had a problem with it at the time. Good instincts, I guess?

I remember a few years ago, Carly had this new infatuation with a bad boy named Griffin. I was completely against it. I thought he was the worst thing possible for her; he was rude, tough, and disrespectful. He had juvie time and many scars from who knows where. I tried and tried to explain to Carly why he was no good, and she went and threw Sam in my face. She demanded to know why Sam could hang around all she wanted, but Griffin needed to disappear. She was rude, tough, and disrespectful with juvie time and scars. I was speechless. She demanded an answer but I couldn't give her one. That's when I backed off of her relationship with Griffin, which thankfully, didn't last long. Sam was the female version of Griffin, so what was my issue?

See, I've got that whole protective older brother thing going on. No one is ever going to be good enough for Carly, ever. I don't really trust any one to treat her right or keep her heart safe. At least, I didn't think I would. I was fine with her dating Freddie, he's a good kid. They've been friends for a long time and I know he'd never hurt her. But Carly wasn't really a part of that relationship, she never loved Freddie. But Sam? Sam's a different story.

Sure Sam is the female Griffin. She's the bad girl and really doesn't have any respect for well anything…but for some reason, I don't worry. Griffin worried me, but not her. I know she'd never hurt Carly and kill anyone who ever did. Gah, I just don't know. I just trust her. I do NOT know why.

Maybe it's because she's like a sister to me too. I know that Carly's good for her, probably much more so than she's good for Carly. Carly has a way; she makes Sam a better person. Don't ask me how she does it, but she really does. If Carly cares, Sam cares. If something hurts Carly, it hurts Sam. It's been that way for a long time and honestly, it's good for her.

But that just shows you how completely whipped Sam Puckett is. Carly wants something, she gets it. Carly wants to go somewhere, they go. Carly wants to do something, they do it. All she has to do is whip out the puppy dog pout and Sam can't say no. Carly can be pretty whipped too though. She has a hard time saying no to Sam, like with the whole pageant thing. Both of them have each other whipped.

All I have to do is watch them for a short period of time, and I see it all. The sparks, the chemistry. And I shouldn't be saying that, I know. It's insanely creepy that a guy notices this between his sister and her best friend. Plus, they're straight, right? To my knowledge they are and always have been…so what exactly do I see? If Carly and Sam both like dudes, then just why exactly do I see more between them then I ever did with any of their boyfriends?

But at the same time, I'm fairly certain that fact only adds to their bond. They aren't into girls, but they're into EACHOTHER. There's a difference. Without the other it's boys boys boys…but together, it is just them. If that makes any sense. Hey, I never claimed to make sense! I spent less than a week in law school and spend all my time with teenagers, you can't expect much.

I think the common theme here is that opposites attract. Carly and Sam are so different and yet they fit together like smoothly cut puzzle pieces. Like how black needs white and red needs blue. Nothing can stick together without glue and nothing matches without color. Whether we're talking about art or relationships; it's all the same. Just because things are different doesn't mean they don't mesh well. In fact, things that are too similar blend in together and get lost...they don't work. But two contradicting colors from the right spot...they go together perfectly. Carly and Sam are a match, a perfectly balanced match. They don't appear to even acknowledge this fact though. They don't seem to realize what they have and who they are. But we do; we all do. It's not hard to see…unless you know, you're them.