iTones

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The various tones in which Carly calls Sam by her name

Chapter 9: Sam (sorry)

Carly arrived home and was greeted by Spencer who ran out the room in nothing but his boxers holding a broom when he heard the door close. 'Carly? What are you doing home? Did something happen at school?'

'No. Yes. Me and Sam are fighting,' Carly answered plopping down on the couch.

'I'm sorry kiddo. What are you guys fighting about,' Spencer asked as he put down the broom and sat next to his sister. She didn't answer so Spencer knew it must be really bad. Especially if Carly skipped school. 'Whatever it is you can tell me.' The tears she'd been holding back since the night before fell from her eyes. Spencer immediately placed a comforting arm around her. 'It can't be that bad can it?'

'It's bad. I don't think she's ever going to talk to me again,' Carly said as she cried.

Spencer let her cry and soon she was sound asleep on his shoulder. He managed to get up and lay her down. He got her a blanket and pillow and let her rest on the couch. He texted Sam asking her what was going on but she only replied 'Ask Carly.'

Carly woke up a little after 2p. 'Hey, look who decided to wake up. I made you peanut butter and jelly on toast. I figured you'd be hungry.'

'Thanks,' Carly said as she got up and grabbed the sandwich off the counter. She took a bite and grabbed some iced tea from the refrigerator. Spencer watched her with concerned eyes the entire time. When she was done eating she grabbed her things. 'I'll be upstairs if you need me.'

'What happened between you and Sam? I tried to play mediator and talk to her but she wouldn't talk to me.' Carly had hoped Spencer had forgotten that she'd skipped school and told him she was fighting with her best friend. She froze on the bottom landing. 'So I need you to talk to me.' Carly dropped her bag and made her way back to the couch.

'About a month ago I heard these girls in the locker room talking. They said me and Sam were a . . . .a . . . . lesbian couple.'

'What?'

'There's more. After I heard this I started thinking about all the things me and Sam do together. The movies, iCarly, sleep overs. It looked like we are dating. So I told Sam that you had a talk with me and didn't want her staying over as often. I changed things in our routine to curb any lesbian talk that may have been going on behind our back. I didn't want to go to the dance with her this Friday so I tried to find her a date. That's when I found out she is a lesbian or bisexual. Anyway, I told her it was a choice. She's only doing it because she comes from a broken home and she's just confused. Then she kissed me.'

'Wait, what?'

'She kissed me. Lips to lips, fireworks seeing, earth moving, I like you, like you kissed me. And I enjoyed it. More than I enjoyed any kiss with any boy but I'm so confused. Being gay is wrong. Isn't it,' she asked Spencer finally meeting his eyes.

'Since when did you let others influence who you are?'

'I'm a junior in high school.'

'So you do love her like that. Why don't you talk to her and tell her how you feel?'

'Because even if I do feel something for her, in the bible it talks about how God said being gay is a sin.'

'God loves all his creations equally. Whether gay, straight, or other. Let me ask you something, do you think Sam is a bad person? I mean I know she's bad but do you think she's like evil for being a lesbian?'

'No.'

'So then be happy. That's all any of us can ask for. The bible isn't a rule book or guide. It isn't meant to be taken literally. You have to ask yourself three important questions when you love someone. Am I happy and is the person I'm with happy?'

'That's only two questions.'

'Why should anything else matter,' Spencer asked as he got up and kissed her on the forehead. Carly sat on the couch for about ten minutes thinking about what Spencer had said before gathering her things again and heading upstairs to her room.

Carly talked to Spencer and stayed home Wednesday and Thursday. She was still sorting things out as she put it. She had thought alot about what Spencer said. She realized that she did love her best friend like that and she owed herself at least a chance at happiness. No matter who it was with. She needed to apologize to her for the horrible things she said. She texted Sam a few times asking her to come over but she refused. Then she just stopped responding. She needed to talk to her. She thought about just going to her house but knew Sam wouldn't be there. Friday morning Carly was all nerves. She was wearing the blue 'Cuddlefish' t-shirt Sam liked, blue jeans, and sneakers. She was hoping to see Sam, talk to her, fix things, and have things evolve. She was waiting in front of Sam's locker trying to avoid a repeat of their last conversation. She knew what she wanted. She saw her and her heart swelled. Carly wanted to run over and wrap her in her arms and never let go but she knew they had to talk first. 'Can you listen to me before you walk off,' Carly asked when Sam approached her locker.

'Look another lover's spat,' Layla said. She'd been watching from the stairs and now so was everyone else in the hall. Great. This is just what she needed another audience like last time. She grabbed Sam's hand trying to lead her into an empty classroom or the girls bathroom but Sam pulled away.

'Please, I just want to talk.'

'So then talk,' Sam said looking at her.

Carly took a deep breath. She didn't know the whole school would be watching them. 'I'm truly sorry for everything I said to you. You were right. I was too afraid to confront my own feelings so I turned it into hatred for you. I know I'm sorry isn't enough but I hope it's a start to us getting back to where we were and maybe beyond?' Sam didn't say anything and Carly couldn't read her face. 'Sam?'

'Pathetic,' Layla said laughing.

'Shut up Layla,' Carly said her anger taking hold of her. Sam wasn't talking to her and the last thing she needed was Layla's insults. Layla, Rihanna, and Minnie came down the stairs and was now three feet from her.

'What did you say?'

'Just go away. I'm trying to have a private conversation.'

'Listen dyke,' Layla said getting in her face, 'Why don't you and that bitch go-' was all she managed to get out before a fist connected with her nose. Carly screamed as she had never hit anyone before and her hand hurt. Sam stepped in front of her when Minnie and Rihanna looked ready to pounce. The grabbed Layla and took off towards the nurses office. A passing teacher however saw the whole thing. Principal Franklin had no choice but to give Carly a week of in-school suspension and prohibited her from attending the dance.

'Ow. Ow. Careful,' Carly said as the nurse placed a bag of ice on her hand. After she placed the bag on her hand she walked out of the room.

'I know I taught you how to throw a punch better than that,' Sam said as she entered the room.

'Yea, well that was years ago. I think I broke my hand.'

Sam walked over and sat down next to her. She removed the bag of ice and looked at her hand before putting the ice back on it. 'It's not broken. You just have delicate hands. You aren't used to hitting things. Besides, since when do you hit people? That's my job.'

'You weren't talking to me and Layla's words sort of started this whole thing so I sort of snapped. I really am sorry. I said terrible things to you. I didn't mean them. It's like you said I was afraid to face what I was feeling for you. I'm not afraid anymore though. I want us to . . . . I'm not exactly sure what I want but I know I need you in my life.'

'You really hurt me.'

'I know.'

'It's going to take some time to get back where we were but I forgive you. You did try to defend my honor even if you hit like a girl,' Sam said as she playfully pushed her. Carly pushed her back. They locked eyes and shared a tender kiss before the nurse cleared her throat. 'I better get back to class. I'll see you later.'

Later that night

Sam and Carly were in the iCarly studio dancing to a slow song.

'You know you could have went without me,' Carly said leaning her head on Sam's shoulder.

'That wouldn't have been much fun,' Sam replied.

'Yea, I suppose. Next week is going to suck though. I'll be stuck in Room 210 all day except for lunch.'

'It won't be that bad. I'm good company.'

End.

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Review.