"So anyway, Carls, what's up with you? I thought you had a date with Jake?" Sam asked as she sipped her smoothie and walked back over to the bean bag she was sitting on just a moment ago.
Carly took her smoothie out of the holder and dropped the carrier in the case, walking over to sit down next to Sam. "You promise not to make fun of me?" She looked at both me and Sam and we both nodded. "I'm only telling you guys this because we promised to tell each other everything."
My eyes widened a bit and I felt a pang that was recognizable as guilt hit my stomach. I looked over at Sam and her face was flushed a bit, so I knew she felt the same way. Carly was about to tell us something really important just because of that pact we made and here me and Sam are, fucking each other and keeping it a secret from her.
"What is it?" I asked her, not moving from my tech cart. I didn't want her to notice anything else about the way I looked and get even more suspicious.
"It's embarrassing!" She stood up, as did Sam, and she grabbed her arm lightly.
"You know you can tell us anything. We're not going to judge you, we're your best friends." Sam turned to me as she said this, and our eyes caught each other. And I could see it: The guilt. I don't know what this means though. Do we stop? Do we tell Carly? What's going to happen?
"Alright." Carly looked to the floor and quickly and quietly said something that neither me nor Sam could understand.
"What was that?" I asked her and she looked back up at me.
"I saw Gibby there. With Tasha. And I got jealous. And Jake figured it out and left. Okay? Is that was you wanted to hear?" I smiled. I think that had been his plan from the beginning. Be strong, be the friend. Show her you can be more. Smart boy. "What are you smiling at?"
"Oh nothing." I said, still smiling.
"No really, I need to know, because I'm going through a crisis right now!" She screamed in a way that only she could do as she walked up to me and grabbed my inside out shirt.
I pushed her hand off of me gently and, still smiling, said "Did you happen to talk to Gibby after Jake left."
She gave me a confused look and then slapped my arm repetitively as she screamed "Why on earth would I talk to him about this if I can barely talk to you guys right now! I don't know what's going on!"
I grabbed her hand and took it in mine, like a brother would to do a sister, cause that's basically what our relationship it. "Carly, calm down." Her nostrils flared as I said this and it was then that I remembered a valued piece of information that Spencer told me: Never tell Carly to calm down when she's angry. That will only anger her further.
Before she could him me or freak out, I spoke again and tried to calm her, without actually telling her to calm down. "Do you possibly like Gibby?"
She stared at me wide eyed and I looked to my side to see Sam had joined us. She stood next to me, our shoulders just barely touching, and I couldn't help but feel an electric spark between us. "Carly, it's okay if you do. I'm not going to make fun of you, I promise."
It was then that Carly let her defenses down. Mine and Sam's opinion obviously means a lot to her, and now that she realized they don't matter, she spoke her mind. She pulled her hand away from mine and started pacing the room. "I don't know! I've never really thought about it, I mean I have, but only for a second or something and he's not my type! I go for buff bad boys, and Gibby's...not that. But I can't help it, he's so sweet and he's a perfect guy and when I saw him with Tasha, I mean I know that I shouldn't have cared because I've seen them together before, but I felt jealous. So I don't know if I like him. I really really don't want to like him! I want to like Jake. I do like Jake. He's my boyfriend, not Gibby. Gibby is not my boyfriend."
The rant was originally supposed to be said to me and Sam, but some how it changed. Towards the middle of it, it sounded like she was trying to convince herself that she didn't like him. "I think you should talk to him."
"I think you two should try to keep your pants on!" She screamed back at us. I looked at Sam and her eyes widened, as I'm sure mine did. "Yeah, I saw you. Sam humping your brains out on MY floor. Which is a mental image that will never get out of my brain, by the way. So thank you for scarring me forever!"
Sam left my side, and my shoulder felt bare without her radiating warmth next to me. "Are you mad?"
I realized that I was just as much a part of this conversation as Sam, and walked over to where they were, standing as close to her as I possibly could without being obvious. "Well, a little!" She screamed. I looked over at Sam, who was looking at the ground. She obviously didn't know what to say. "Are you guys, like, together? Because if you are, I don't appreciate-"
"We're not together!" Sam practically screamed. "Like I would ever be with this nub." I would never admit this out loud, but those words broke my heart. Into a million billion pieces.
Carly's face seemed to lighten a little bit. That's what she was scared of, I guess. She didn't want us to have our relationship sorted out before hers was. "Oh, well then what were you guys doing?"
I shook my head, trying to find the words to describe what's going on. "We're just...satisfying each other's needs."
Sam turned to me and smirked. "That's a good way to put it, Benson."
"Ew." Carly muttered, but I could see a small smile on her face. "If you're going to do that, please don't do it in any place that I could walk in on you at." And then she started walking out of the studio.
"Where are you going?" I asked her, and she stopped right before she walked out.
"I'm gonna go talk to him. To Gibby. I'm gonna try to sort this out and figure out what's going on."
"That's a good idea." I answered back.
She then turned the door knob and walked out, but before she was fully out of the door, turned back and said "Two things. One: You guys better clean my floor. And two: Please please don't have sex in here again."
So what do you think? And should I do a chapter in Carly's point of view? Review and let me know what you think!