(Sam's POV)
Her words are floating through my mind like a paper plane flying through the city. Passing in-between buildings and avoiding moving cars.
There's not a doubt in my mind that Carly will do everything in her power to help me. That's what she's the master of. Helping me when I'm in trouble.
Her fingers run through my hair. Each time is slower and mover softer than the one prior. Carly's fingers gently tickling the back of my ear.
My head lying on her stomach, going up and down, following the motion of her stomach. Cocking my head up, I open my eyes. Everything around me, a heavenly white. Like I'm waking up in paradise with my angel Carly. Except for the fact that the sky is a sick grey with rain falling down and soaking the world around us.
I see a pair of eyes looking back at me. Pale blue eyes and grey skin, almost as grey as the sky, and platinum blonde hair slick back. The words, "Zombie Blondes by Brian James" are plastered on the cover.
"Morning." I yawn. Placing my head back on her stomach, burying my face in her shirt.
I hear the book close and feel Carly give my head a quick rub. "Good morning and Happy Birthday," she says all giddily.
"Thank you." I almost forgot that today was my birthday. With everything that's been going on, it's been in the back of my mind.
"Come on, get up." Carly pets me causing me to let you a cry. "I'll make you breakfast. What do you want?"
"Can we talk about this over lunch?" I say.
"No," I can feel her smile as she reaches for my hand. "Come on, what do you want?"
I capture her hand as well. My clutch hardens as she tries to struggle back. Our wrists in battle, finally being settled in a spur-of-the-moment thumb war.
Her voice lets out a babyish squeal she tries to conceal. "You're not gonna win!"
My thumb over powers hers as I start to coast back to my dreamland. "This is too easy." I say into her abdomen.
"Too easy?"
"Yea. Too easy."
"We'll see about that."
I sense a cold metal drape around my finger. Sending shivers around it. "Hey, no foreign objects!" I look up and see a diamond on top of my finger. "Wha….wha…"
"It's your birthday present!" Carly exclaims sounding as excited as my heart is. The diamond studded gold ring sitting on my ring finger, shining like the sparkle in her eyes. "Don't worry. It's not an engagement ring."
"Oh." I let out, my lips still in an O shape as my eyes alter back and fourth from the ring to Carly. Looking at both admonishing.
"It's a commitment ring." She says holding up her hand, showing me an identical ring on her finger.
"Well, isn't that the same thing?" I ask finally touching the ring. The first time getting a little shock but the next touch I let my fingertip run through the coarse edges.
"Kind of." Carly shrugs. "So, do you, Samantha Puckett, take I, Carly Shay, to be your wonderfully wedded girlfriend? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part." She holds my hand on the inside of hers.
"Sure. I mean…..I do." I smile, giving her hand a slight squeeze. My heart beating against my rib cage, trying to break free. "I guess we can have that breakfast now."
"Happy Birthday Sam!" Everyone exclaims, looking at their best. Even Gibby was dressed nice, even if his term "nice" meant wearing a black leather vest and matching pants, making him look like a lost member of the Village people.
I thank everyone for coming. Thank Spencer for letting us use his loft. Thank Carly for setting up the party. Wanting to kiss her on this very spot, but holding it deep down instead.
"You know, no matter what happens, tomorrow we start on your school work." Carly keeps on reminding me. Telling me every ten minutes but uses different words.
"Yea, yea." I answer back. Letting her know she was killing the party atmosphere.
The thrash of the music pounding from the speakers travels from person to person, setting their bodies off in a motion of movement. Some good, some bad.
"Come on, lets dance." Carly starts to travel towards the mini dance floor we made in the living room.
"Nah, I'm going to have another piece of cake. You go dance. I'll watch." I smirk, grabbing a paper plate and dig into the chocolate cake. Licking the vanilla sugar frosting off my fingertips.
"Oh ok." She pouts. "I'll dance just for you." She gives me a naughty smile before disappearing into the sea of faces.
"Hey Sam," Spencer walks over and sits next to me.
"Hey Spencer." I say with a mouthful of cake. Ignoring Carly's number one rule of being girly. Never eat with your mouthful.
"You enjoying your party?" He sets his cup down on the counter behind us. I nod, my eyes trying to seek out for my missing lover. "Then why are you here by your lonesome?"
I shrug my shoulders and stab around at my cake. "Just have a lot on my mind that's all."
Spencer takes my hand with the ring on it and examines it. "Ah, who's the special person?"
"Just somebody close." Is all I say. Taking my hand back and finally finding Carly.
She's over by the windows. Her back pressed hard against it as her hands voyage up her shirt. Giving me a little peak of her tummy. Hunger fills her eyes and her tongue slips out of her mouth and does some suggestive movement.
I set my plate down and slowly make my way up the stairs. Not looking at Carly. I don't need to. I can feel her watching me. Letting me know she'll meet me in her room.