iCall It A Lover's Game

by turnyourCAMonfan

Carly finally gets the nerve to ask Sam out. But on their first date, things go sour. But as Carly and Sam aren't together, they grow a love for each other again. But will they get together or not?

13. Chapter 13

Thank you to everyone who read this fanfiction. I worked hard on this. I hope you liked it. This is the final chapter, but this story isn't over. There is a sequel in the works.

Chapter Thirteen

Carly Underwater

Around twelve, I come home. I find Spencer knocked out on the couch, watching re-runs of Celebrities Underwater with the TV muted. I put my purse on the rack and whisper goodnight to Spencer, him dead asleep. I walk up to my room, feeling a little dizzy after tonight. I think there was something in that punch. But as I flop down on my bed, all I can think about is when I kissed Sam. And then Sam making out with Freddie. How good it felt when I kissed her, and how dead I was when he kissed her. I felt cheated, no, I felt used. I should of just went home. I should of never agreed Valarie's invite to that party. I never should of fell in love with Sam.

As I drown myself with those bad memories, I find myself crying out loads of tears. Stop thinking about it. Stop Carly, you're better than this! Forget about Sam! She didn't want you to be her girlfriend anyway. Why do you think she let Freddie kiss her at the movie?

The movie. The start of all this mess. I remember how nervous I was, how I had it all planned out, but Freddie ruined it. I remember yelling at Gibby, then at Freddie. Vowing that I'd ruin him. God, how that turned out.

I look at the picture on my nightstand of all of us. Freddie having his arms around Sam and Sam getting pissed, Gibby putting bunny ears behind my head, Spencer rolling his eyes at it. I look at the picture of us at the Web awards, us being covered in mud and hugging each other. And then the picture with the most baggage. The picture of Sam and I on our same couch, but when we first met. I remember how she took my sandwich and pushed me off the table, me taking it back. And I remember what she said before she sat with me and we became friends. You're alright.

That thought makes me sob and crawl up in a ball. I'm alright. I'm her best friend. Nothing more. Maybe that's what she meant. But back then we didn't know it would come to this. To this. To me having my heart broken into a million pieces. To me making Sam love Freddie more than me. To having my heart break.

To this. You're alright.