Carly's POV
After Sam and Spencer's confession, my brain couldn't deal with what it had just heard. All I could manage was to bolt upstairs and collapse on my bed in tears. This was the worst betrayal I had ever experienced. My best friend and my brother weresleeping together? I couldn't even fathom the possibility. I was more upset than I had originally thought; maybe the shock was just wearing off.
Then there was a knock at my door.
"I don't care which one of you it is! I don't want to talk to either of you," I yelled through a muffled sob.
Sam came through the door anyways.
"I don't want to talk to you!"
"Carly, I need to explain," Sam came and sat at the end of my bed. I turned my back to her and faced the wall. "Look, it's not like we planned this. Like I said, I came over here looking for you and it rained… so I borrowed some of your clothes and then things just kinda happened and then Freddie barged in twice and… I love him Carly. We were gonna tell you honest but then you came home early and-!" Sam was ready to go on but I cut her off.
"You love my brother?" I turned back to face my best friend.
"Yeah Carly, I really do," she blushed as a huge grin spread across her face. Sam genuinely loved my brother. "And he loves me too."