"Can Sam stay overnight?" I had to stifle a laugh as I asked Spencer that question. He was leaning forward on the couch, almost falling off, head in hands, arms on his knees. He was staring directly at the TV, eyes popping.
"Yeah, sure! Shhhh!" He said very rapidly, yelling at the TV. I did laugh then, turning around to whisper that it was all right to Sam, only to find out she wasn't behind me like she originally was.
"Carly! You have, like, nothing good to eat!" I turned my body, stifling another laugh at the casual distress in her voice to find her head missing in the refrigerator.
"Shhhh!" Spencer shouted again and I laughed again. Shaking my head at his interest in that show. I walked over to Sam, grabbing her hand and pulling her hard. I reached around and shut the door with my other hand, pulling her upstairs and saving ourselves from another violent 'sh!' from Spencer.
"Woman! What in the name of ham are you thinking! This stomach of mine is yelling at me and you are keeping me from food!" I released her hand when we got into the studio, plopping myself in the chair in front of the little table. I laughed again at the exaggerated look on her face and the way she's holding her stomach, like she's about to die from starvation.
"Don't laugh! This is serious. I haven't eaten anything since before we did the show." I just put my hand over my mouth to stifle the increasing laughter.
"Oh, Sam." I said shaking my head when I stopped laughing. "Spencer will make dinner after his show." She stopped holding her stomach in agony and walked over to the table.
"I noticed how much he was into that show. What is it?" I stopped shuffling around the random penny on the table and looked at her.
"Spongebob." She burst out laughing, putting an elbow on the table and laughing into her hand, slapping the other on the table.
"Your brother can be so weird sometimes." She said when her laughter slowed to a giggle pace. I feigned exasperation.
"Said from you?" She feigned exasperation too.
"I am so β so, okay I am. I don't even have an argument against you." I smiled, catching her eyes with mine, staring into them, memorizing every inch of that green wonderland. "Carly. You know I meant what I said, right." She whispered and I leaned in, gently twirling a strand of hair between my fingers.
"Yes, just as I β" We both turned our heads, my hand falling to the table as we heard the door open.
"I forgot β" I turned my head back to Sam as I heard another slam, only to find out it was her own head that she banged into the table. I was just about to stand up to walk Freddie quickly out the door, when Sam stood up quite quickly first. She walked over to him, my mouth jumped open as she hit him hard in the forehead with the palm of her hand.
"Oops, sorry. I was trying to give you a high five. You know you deserve one for being the biggest loser." He started rubbing his forehead as his mouth snapped shut; mine was still hanging in shock.
"You slapped me⦠in the forehead." She just shrugged at his statement.
"Yeah. I think I need to work on my high five skills." Then she walked past him, bumping into him hard as she did. He wobbled back a few steps, still rubbing his forehead. Then he looked at me, squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, quickly walking over to his cart.
"I just wanted to say I left my charger." He picked it up, looked at me and quickly escaped out the door. I snapped my mouth shut and stood up, following the practically running Freddie.
I got to the second floor, Freddie being long gone, when he yelled: "Sam! Agh! What's up with you today!" Then the front door slammed.
That was quickly followed by: "Shhhh!" from Spencer. I took only a couple of steps when Sam came up the stairs holding a glass of milk. I smiled with relief, I don't know what's up with her about Freddie but for a minute there I thought she left.
"I know Freddie seems to have bad timing today but try not to kill him." She took a sip of her milk.
"No promises." I groaned and she walked over to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I put my arm around her waist and layed my head on her shoulder as we walked back up to the studio.
"Yes. Promises." I grabbed the milk out of her hand and set it down on the table. Then I put my hands on my waist, giving her a stern look.
"I'll only promise that if you finish what Fredork interrupted earlier." I wrapped my arms back around her waist and gazed into her eyes.
"Sam, just today you turned my world upside down. It feels like I'm in heaven. I didn't know such a feeling existed. I want to stand on top of this building and shout as loudly as I can how much I now need you." I squeezed tighter, gripping her shirt. I felt her grip around my shoulders tighten, too.
"I feel stupid. I feel wrong for ever thinking I wanted anyone but you. I thought you were amazing before, I now think there's not a single person to compare to you. In a single day, in mere hours, you became my everything. It's weird, how before now, I never realized how much you really meant to me. I don't understand how I could've gone day to day without seeing you in my eyes, like I do now." The whole entire time I said that she was stock still, she finally moved in front of me, wrapping both her arms around me. She kissed me lightly on the forehead and layed her own on my shoulder. I always knew she was secretly sweet, getting me a glass of some kind of beverage when I asked and things such as that. I'm the only one that she let her sweet side show with. But who knew she could be the perfect girlfriend?
"Wow." She said after another moment of silence. Silence that was comfortable, where you just want to be in the presence of the one you love. That's something I've always wished to do, love someone so much, that being in their arms is enough. And here it is, wish come true. "That was the single greatest thing I have ever heard. The single sweetest thing somebody has ever said to me. I can't even begin to believe it, wow. 'my everything', did you really just say that? I'm speechless. That was like something out of a movie. It was perfect." At her pause, I took the opportunity to lay my hands on her cheeks, bringing her face level with mine. I let out a small giggle at the awe on her face.
Then I kissed her, wrapping my arms back around her waist and grabbing handfuls of her shirt again. I smiled into the kiss as I found her hands slowly rising, along with the heat under my shirt. Our lips moved perfectly together. If you asked me my name I wouldn't have been able to tell you.
All I could think of was Sam. How does somebody get used to something so mind numbing like this?
Soul mate. I let that word bounce around in my head. Reeling at how perfect it matches this.
We both pulled away at the same time, leaning our foreheads together and gasping for breath.
"You're the one who just said the most perfect thing and you kiss me?" She said all shocked. I laughed, momentarily closing my eyes and losing my focus on her lips. When I opened them I was staring into her eyes.
"You said you didn't believe me." A smile jumped from ear to ear on her face. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. If my heart felt like it was going to burst then, her next words, spoken so clearly and with so much love, made my heart explode.
"I love you, Carly Shay." She whispered, still gazing into my eyes, I couldn't look away. She had my soul at that moment. Soul mate. There is absolutely no turning back without the utter pain of a soul breaking.
The moment I stop loving her will be the moment I'm torn into half.
The moment I stop loving my other half would be the moment the world stops revolving, but then again if the world stops turning that would mean the world would be ending.
We would've made it all the way to the end.
I grip her shirt tighter, feeling my fingernails digging into my skin through her shirt. I pressed my body as tightly as I could into hers without faltering our gaze.
"I love you, too. Forever."
