Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly; I just like making them dance like little puppets.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far. I was having a really crappy day, but they made me smile.
Chapter 3
"Sam…" Carly started. I looked at her, a little confused by the concern written on her face. We were sitting at the Groovy Smoothie, and the place was empty, aside from us. Freddie opposite of me because he didn't want to sit between us, which I honestly wanted him so badly to do. I couldn't take sitting next to Carly right now, but if I sat close enough to Fredward she would think something was going on, despite the four hours we spent telling her otherwise. She could be stubborn as a mule sometimes.
"Carly," I shot back, trying not to sound too upset or angry at her. I was. She didn't think I was telling her the truth, me, the girl who can't lie to her.
Seriously, after four hours you'd think someone would finally get the message that you're telling the truth. And when two people are saying the same exact thing, well, it could either actually be the truth, or both people came to an agreement to deny anything and everything. Obviously, Carly didn't think the former, and I was really pissed off about that.
I wanted to scream at her, I really did. The words were at the tip of my tongue, ready to roll off like barrels of gunpowder, telling her how I really felt and why Freddie and I would never be together.
But I couldn't.
"Freddie? Do you think you could…you know…give us some time to talk?" Carly asked politely. Of course she wouldn't just force him away like I would have. Actually, I haven't been lately. I haven't even been insulting him. God, what's wrong with me? Freddie looked at me with concern and sighed before leaving us alone.
I looked at Carly. "Look, Carls, before you start in on the badgering about whether or not Fredbag and I are dating, which we're not, I'm going to tell you something." I wasn't going to tell her I loved her. Don't tell her you love her. "You think I'm lying to you, that the nub is lying to you too. When have I ever been able to lie to you and get away with it? The answer to that is 'never' and you know it is. So stop trying to get Fredward and me to confess to something that isn't even true."
The frown on her face told me I was mean about it. I didn't want to be, but damn it, if the girl wasn't going to believe her best friend of all people on this planet she needed to be yelled at. "I believe you, Sam."
Fucking finally.
I finished my smoothie and went to stand. She grabbed my wrist and made me sit down again, and I stared at her. "Is there a problem?" I asked.
She bit her lip and I mentally groaned. She was thinking. Damn it. After a few moments of a staring contest, she finally shook her head and stood up, tossing her cup in the garbage and leaving. I looked at the door and sighed before tossing my cup away and going back to Carly's apartment. She hadn't even waited for me.
When I went inside, Spencer was sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza that I hadn't gotten to and watching some lame show on TV. "Carly went up to her room," he said without looking at me. I nodded and took the stairs three at a time to Carly's room. She was there, sitting on the end of her bed, biting her lip. She looked up at me and I noticed the blood on her lip. Figures she would chew a hole through it. Grabbing a tissue from her desk, I walked over to her and gently cupped her chin, tilting her head back so I could wipe the blood from her chin. She must have bitten deep.
Her eyes met mine and it took everything I had not to lean down and kiss her. "If you keep biting your lip, it'll disappear," I attempted to joke. She didn't smile. Fucking fail. Since when couldn't I make Carly smile? Aside from the times she was yelling at me for doing something like breaking the law or breaking someone's arm, I was pretty good at making her laugh. "Carly, look, I didn't mean to snap back there. I just…we're getting tired of you trying to make out something that isn't there. I honestly don't like Freddie in that way. I'm not in love with him. I'm not in love with Brad either. I want you to know that."
"I know that now. It's just…I'm still a little upset that you guys didn't tell me and it makes me think if there's other things you're not telling me. Freddie's app said you were in love. If it's not with Brad, and it's not with Freddie, then who?"
I stare at her. Don't tell her. "I'll tell you one day, when I know if they love me back, okay? I promise." She sighed and looked away.
"I believe you, Sam."
A/N: Okay, I made this one a little short because I think I need to show Carly's side of things. Seriously, her voice is screaming in my head to give her a chance to explain things. That and the songs I'm listening to now are really not helping this chapter.
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