Chp.8

You're Not Sam

(BACK AGAINST THE WALL BY CAGE THE ELEPHANT)

Sam's POV

"Why did the elevator just stop?" I asked.

"I don't know." Said Freddie.

"Carly! CARLY! Open the elevator doors! Carly!" I yelled as I banged on the doors.

"She probable went upstairs, since were not there she notice were stuck."

"Yeah."

We stood on opposite sides of the elevator. After 20 minutes I slumped to the floor and sighed.

"This is all your fault." I spoke at last.

"How is this my fault?"

"I don't know, it just is."

"Oh, great explanation."

"I don't need your sarcasm."

He scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just typical Sam. Always blaming everyone but herself."

I stood up and growled at him. "Take that back!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!" I yelled coming towards him.

"NO. It's true! Your selfish, mean, and a blond-I mean brown headed demon!"

That really hurt coming from him, but I knew it was Kind of true, kind of, but I wasn't coming to let him see that that hurt me. So I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me.

"What did you say?"

Only after I say that I did I remember that that wasn't very girly or polite of me.

"Oops. Really need to work on that." I thought bitterly.

"I said you were a bratty, rude, incompetent, mean, brown headed demon!"

Oh, that really struck a nerve, so I push him up against the wall, but he just pushed me back. He had gotten stringer over the years, and I hated it.

I started to glare at him, then I flipped my hair and turned around with a "Hmmp."

"Your not Sam."

"Excuse me?"

"Sam would never flip her hair, wear skirts, or dye her hair brown."

"You don't know nothing about me Benson." I said whirling around.

"Sam wouldn't care if her hair was messed up, or if she was eating carbs. She especially wouldn't wear make up. Sam isn't some Barbie doll. She may be mean and pushy but she naturally vicious! You can't change that.

"Shut-up! Just shut-up!" I yelled stomping my foot.

"Sam wouldn't stomp her foot. She would tackle me and make me bleed. She would beat the crap out of me."

"Stop telling me what I do and what I don't do! You don't even know what your talking about! Ypu don't know me! You don't know anything, besides how to be a nerd!"

"If your Sam, then answer this question." I stared at him like he was crazy, because he was.

"What;s the question?"

"How many calories are in a fat cake?"

"How does that prove I'm Sam?"

"Just answer the question."

"Um, 750."

He looked sad. He didn't say anything for a while. Then the elevator started moving again and Carly stood in front of the doors when they opened.

"Sorry guys. THe elavator got stuck. I had to call Lubert to help me, but it took a while. He was all like "Do I have too? Let them rot in there? If i get anymore stressed out my wart will pop! Do you know what will happen if my wart pops!" He was going ballistic. I had to promise I would give him a pice of gum if he shut-up." Carly said. "Hey Sam, Freddie, you two okay?"

Freddie didn't look at her. He just mumbled "She's not Sam."

I stared at him.

"Sam wouldn't know or care how many calories were in a fat cake. She'd just eat it without question."

That made me really mad, but instead of slapping him I just stormed out of Bushwell plaza.

See I told you Dramaful ( again I have no idea if that's a word-don't judge me!). Please comment and review! Remember to tell me which iCarly paring do you like best.