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A/N: Okay so I couldn't wait until 75 reviews because that would ultimately slow down my updating, right? (That's for you, Toran ;]) Can't have that because you guys are awesome. Seriously, thank you to those who have read since I started posting and all those who just started and everyone in between.
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Oh and HeroLief, I usually only have 2 people talking at once, unless otherwise specified, so it'll go back and forth. Paragraphs w/dialogue are the same person talking for the entire paragraph if interrupted by actions and such. Hope that helps? If not, I'll go back and do what I can.
Chapter 25
Sam's POV
Screaming. Who the fuck was screaming?
I groaned and buried my head under Carly's pillow, yanking it out from under her head. Whatever time it was, I knew it was too early for someone to wake me up. Carly sat up, and I felt the blanket being pulled up with her. Now she was screaming. Or shouting.
Loud fucking noises. Ugh.
"Why are you in here?" Carly screamed.
The other voice, I assumed Spencer's because it was deeper, was yelling incoherently. Yeah, that was definitely Spencer. I rolled onto my back. "What the fuck is going on?" I shouted. This shit was giving me a headache from hell. Carly's hand bumped my chin when she yanked the blanket up over my head. Oh, right, I was naked. That explained why Carly had pulled the blanket up with her when she sat. Because Spencer was standing by the door, where he had barged in without knocking, and he probably saw more skin than he wanted to. I leaned over the edge of the bed, my bare back exposed, and grabbed my shirt and boxers off of the floor, handing them to Carly. They would do for now. I held the blanket up so she could get dressed.
Spencer was still freaking out.
Carly slipped out of bed and dragged him out of the room. I could hear them arguing downstairs, something about how Spencer shouldn't just walk into her room when people are sleeping, especially when they're dating and nine times out of ten could possibly be naked.
I had just finished getting dressed when Carly rushed back into the room and stared at me. "Will you please go talk some sense into him?" The look in her eyes even suggested that I could use a little violence.
I nodded and kissed her before going downstairs. Spencer was pacing the living room, mumbling to himself. "Spencer…" I said quietly. He stopped and stared at me. "Why didn't you knock?"
He shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. "I went up to tell you two to come downstairs for breakfast, and I forgot you're together. Which we need to talk about, Sam."
I headed for the kitchen and grabbed the plate of ham from the table. "Go for it, Spence. What do we need to talk about?" I asked through a mouthful of ham.
"Well, I'm trying to be okay with you two dating, but don't you think it's a little too soon to be…ah…"
"I can't get her pregnant," I pointed out.
"I know, Sam. I…Carly's my little sister, and the thought of her…uh…doing stuff like that…"
"Having sex," I clarified.
He looked at me, suddenly pale. "Yeah, that. I think it would be better if you slept on the couch."
I choked on the piece of ham I was about to swallow. He patted me on the back until it finally went down my throat and I could breath. "What?" I stared at him. "Spence, you can't be serious!" When he didn't say anything, I sighed. "You really don't want us together, do you?"
"Honestly, it scares the hell out of me. The fact that you're a girl and Carly's a girl…"
I slammed the plate on the table. "Damn it, Spencer! Are you fucking serious? We already went through this shit. I love Carly and nothing is going to stop me from being with her, unless she tells me herself she doesn't want this."
"Sam…"
"You're like an older brother to me, not a parent," I interrupted.
"Stop it, Sam!" he shouted. I glared at him. "Look, I'm trying to be reasonable…"
"Like fucking hell you are! You're denying Carly happiness, and it really isn't fair," I snapped.
"Stop it!" Carly screamed from the stairs.
I ignored her for probably the first time in my life. "You know something, Spencer? Carly deserves the best fucking things in life. And yes, I do believe that I'm the last thing on that list, if I'm even on it at all. I don't deserve her. I already know that. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm in love with her. But you want me to sleep on the couch? Fine. But I'm not going to stop dating Carly."
Spencer stared at me and sighed after a while. "Fine, Sam." He went to his room, and thin arms slipped around my waist from behind.
Carly kissed the back of my head, and I picked up the plate of ham, taking one of her hands and giving it to her. "I'm going for a walk. Alone," I added when she put the plate down to go with me. I kissed her and forced a smile. "I'll be back soon, okay?"
She nodded, and I left the apartment. Without direction, I found myself at the park, sitting on a bench. My cell phone beeped. I sighed. It was Nevel, wanting to meet up and discuss our business as usual. I replied and told him to meet me at the park.
Fuck this.
Spencer really didn't want Carly to date me. Was he against the idea entirely or was he afraid that someone would frown upon us and him for being "irresponsible" when it came to raising Carly? I was thinking along the lines of Carly's grandfather, the control freak of the Shay family.
I hated him.
Last time I ever saw him was on iCarly that one morning when we were trying to break the world record, and the time before that was when he tried to take Carly back to Yakima. I seriously hated the guy. He was way too strict and close-minded. He didn't think creative minds were acceptable. Either you went by the book or you weren't good enough.
I didn't have to go through any of this when I was with Shelby, and she was pretty much famous. Of course, no one even knew about us, except for Melanie, and I honestly cared about her. Just not romantically. It was more or less a series of fucking here and there and occasional "dates" to the movies or whatever. Carly was usually with us then so nothing could ever happen anyway. I think the major part of mine and Shelby's relationship was filled with guilt and some regret on both of our parts. Well, guilt on mine, regret on hers. If that makes sense. I felt guilty that I was cheating on Carly, even though we weren't together at the time. Hell, she didn't even know I loved her at the time, let alone the fact that Shelby and I were screwing, and I still felt guilty about it.
Carly was different. I loved her, and I definitely knew that this was more than just a physical arrangement between us. Okay, yeah, the sex was great, but so was the hanging out and...oh my god, we still hadn't gone on a date. I hope she didn't think this was all just sex for me. No, wait, she was the one with the dirty mind lately. What the fuck was that in the hospital when she kissed me and wouldn't stop?
Oh, Carly Shay, you're not so innocent, are you?
A/N: Alright, Spencer's a little shocked and confused. Apparently, his little brain couldn't handle it. Maybe he'll get used to it? Freddie and Melanie weren't mentioned in this one because...well...I honestly couldn't think of anything for them. Besides, they need a little alone time at the hospital, don't you think? *Wink wink*
I've been reading during my blocks, mostly Seddie stories (yeah, tell me about it. No offense to any possible Seddie fans...). I have actually found a couple of good ones. But don't expect any from me. :P
So review, please. It will make me very happy. And not that I don't love my continuous reviewers (you know who you are), I do, I love you very much, but it would be nice if people who read this who haven't reviewed could review so I know what other people think of it. Love you all anyway. :D