New chapter! This one's a little less tragic than the last. R&R please!
Sam sighed, watching Carly pace the floor endlessly, searching for an answer she probably would never find. Carly had told her not to interrupt her thinking several times by now, so she'd settled for watching the static and gnawing on an old ham she'd left under one of Carly's couch cusions a few days before while Carly waltzed back and forth in front of the T.V. Finally, Sam couldn't take it anymore. "Carls, look, you don't need to try to solve my problems, okay? It was just a fire."
"Just a fire? Don't you get it? You don't have anywhere to live now!" Carly said, halting her pacing and making big gestures with her hands.
Sam sighed, "Well, don't you think that instead of thinking up ways to cover it up, you should maybe find me a place to live?"
Carly belted out a sigh for the fifty-millionth time. "Well . . You could move in with us. I mean, it's not like your mom would come after you or anything." Carly folded her arms, deep in thought. She desperately wanted for Sam to have a place to live in, even if it had to be with her deadbeat of a mother and her crazy boyfriends. She didn't quite know why, but she felt like she needed to be Sam's rock, and if that meant housing her, then the more the merrier.
"What do you think I've done for the past month, besides me being grounded and all?" Sam said, giving a small chuckle and effectively killing Carly's train of thought.
Carly lowered her arms, "Good point."
"Well, I guess that means I'll be staying here, right?" Sam said expectantly, watching as Carly's eyes brightened.
"Guess so." Carly offered, distracted by her worries.
"Ham?" Sam offered.
"No thanks," Carly said, "That was pretty thoughtful though."
"You sure? It's full of vitamins!" Sam insisted, "See?" She pulled something grey from the hamhock, holding it and wiggling it vigorously.
"I think that's lint." Carly said, deadpanning.
Sam's expression faded to embarassment. "Oh."
"I think someone's going to need to go to the dentist after this," Carly said, sitting on the couch next to Sam, who shied away due to the mention of the word 'dentist'. "You have some major problems with pica." She added.
"No way. That's not gonna happen to me again. I know what you're doing!" Sam said, backing up as far away as possible and clutching her ham tightly, "And what's pica?!"
"I was just kidding. Jeez, don't go all mental on me, it's not like we're at school or anything." Carly paused, "And pica is where you eat stuff that isn't food."
Sam eased up. "Yeah, and I'm glad Mrs. Briggs. She'd probably point that out with those crazy boobs of hers."
Carly laughed and scooted closer, "That's the worst pun I've ever heard."
Sam smiled, remembering the first time they'd gotten in trouble about Mrs. Briggs and her boobs. She entertained the memories with a laugh and a warm grin. It hadn't been all that long ago that she and Carly had gotten themselves in that pickle. in fact, if Carly hadn't gotten her out of it, she'd still be serving detention for that, and the photodocking incident. Sam laughed and waited for Carly to say something else still a bit lost in the memory.
"So . . who's that new guy at our school you like?" Carly asked.
Sam rolled her eyes, "I told you, I don't like him Carls."
"So you tell Freddie to give him bacon in class for no reason? I'm not stupid; the only person you'd willingly share bacon with is me!" Carly said.
"What does that say about our little relationship then?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Sam's tone changed, "What do you think of gay marriage?" She watched as Carly's face contorted itself into an awkwardly twisted expression.
"Where did that come from?"
Sam scrunched up her nose with a smile and said, "I dunno, I just sorta thought of it."
"Yeah, but you pick now to bring that up?"
Sam sighed, "You'll get it eventually."
"That sounds like something I would say," Carly said.
"Whatever. Wanna go get smoothies?" Sam asked, changing the subject.
Carly's face lit up and she chimed, "Sure! Lets go!"
To be continued . . . again.