Disclaimer: If I had the money I would own iCarly.
A/N: Here's the chapter, as promised on 15 reviews. Which I thank you for.
Synergos: That would be a good twist. Lol
Chapter 12
Sam's POV
Fuck, the water was freezing. My head was killing me. How did I even get in a shower and where were my clothes? I'd been trying to get over my pathetic feelings for Carly by drinking. And now everything came rushing back. I had failed miserably. I rubbed my eyes and noticed the vanilla shampoo. Where the hell did it come from? I damn sure didn't have any. Oh, shit. Was I at Carly's?
Taking advantage of the running water, I washed my hair with the shampoo, well aware that I now smelled like Carly, and stood under the water for a long time. I stared at the wall. I couldn't take any more running. When I got out of the shower, I would tell Carly I loved her. But how? "Oh, Carly, the reason I've been so weird is because I'm in love with you."
I sighed. There was no fucking way I could tell her.
Carly's POV
Sam was taking a really long time in the shower, I was getting worried that she had drowned. I sighed. Who was I kidding? I couldn't tell Sam how I really felt. I had fucked up a month ago after I had kissed her yet again and she had walked out, saying she couldn't be my friend. It was obvious that she didn't love me like I loved her.
I groaned and turned on the TV. Maybe Girly Cow would get my mind off of Sam and my feelings for her. Of course it didn't.
My phone rang and I sighed. "Hello?"
"Is everything still intact? Are you injured?" Spencer's worried voice almost made me laugh.
"Everything's fine. Sam's been in the shower since she got here."
"Okay, I was just checking."
He hung up and I set my phone on the coffee table. Damn it, why couldn't Sam hurry up? We seriously needed to talk about our friendship, if not how I felt and how I wish she felt.
I heard the stairs creak but didn't turn around to look at her. Wait until she sits down and offer her a drink or food, and pull the "we need to talk" line. What caught me off guard was that when she sat down finally, she had a root beer in one hand and a peppy cola in the other. She handed me the peppy cola and downed her root beer in one drink, sighing when she was done. We sat in silence for a few moments before she reached over and took the remote from my hand, her fingertips burning my skin. Fuck, this was it. And this was no time for my mind to wander as I took in her figure out of the corner of my eye. I had grabbed a tank top and boxers for her without realizing how sexy she was.
Fuck, Shay, stop it.
Sam was staring at me, the TV now off and the remote and my peppy cola were on the coffee table. I couldn't look at her, not with all the fucking thoughts in my head. And I literally meant thoughts of fucking her were in my head.
"So…" she started.
"How have you been?" I interrupted.
She blinked in surprise. "Uh…well…you know."
"No, Sam, I don't know. I know you've been drinking, but that's not an answer for 'how have you been?' so tell me," I snapped.
"I haven't been well, then." She looked away. "How have you been?"
"I've been terrible."
"Look, Carls, I don't know how I got here, but I damn sure don't want a lecture."
I sighed and looked at her. "I had Mel bring you here so I could talk some sense into you before you seriously hurt yourself." She shrugged. "I can't lose you as a friend."
She frowned. "I can't lose you as a friend either." She sighed. "You're my best friend."
I nodded. "I hate when we fight." She looked away. "Can we talk honestly and openly?" Her eyes met mine and she nodded hesitantly. "Why have you been so weird lately?"
"Well, my mom…"
"I'm talking about the day before, Sam."
"I honestly don't know." I gave her a look. "Why do you keep kissing me?"
I knew she'd ask. "I wanted you to shut up."
"Bullshit."
"Who are you in love with, Sam? You never answered me a month ago."
She looked away. "Okay, I'll drop it."
"Is it someone I know?"
She shrugged. "Carls…"
Sam's POV
My palms were fucking soaked with sweat. Why was she pushing this? Unless that's why she kept kissing me. Why wouldn't she answer me? "Carly…do you love someone?" I took the chance of her being pissed off.
She stared at me in shock. "What?"
"Are you in love with anyone?" I asked again. I smiled. "Come on, if you are it's nothing to be scared about."
"Then why won't you answer, if it's nothing to be scared of?"
Because I am scared. What if she screams and runs away? "I'm Sam Puckett. I have a reputation to maintain."
"So if you were in a relationship, you would keep it a secret?"
I shook my head. "That's not what I meant, Cupcake."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Why does it matter?" I shot back.
Carly shrugged. "I'm sorry I asked."
I sighed. "Carly, there's something I need to tell you." I love you. "You're out of fat cakes."
She stared at me blankly for a moment and laughed. I loved her laugh. "Yeah, Spencer ate the last one yesterday when I refused to." She grasped my hand. Focus, Puckett. Fucking focus. "I'll get more, I promise."
It's now or never. "I love you." I said it seriously. And I meant it.
Since I never said it without a smile, she stopped laughing. She knew something was off now. I watched concern form in her eyes. "What?"
"I love you," I repeated. God, listen up, will you?
My fucking mouth was betraying me. Carly just stared at me. Say something. Please say something. Even "I hate you" would be better than silence. Prepare to run, Puckett.
A/N: There, Sam told her. Are you happy now? I am. Review, please. :] Next chapter will be delayed, but I promise it late tomorrow. I know you all want to know how Carly reacts. Because if you don't...are you sure you should be reading this?
