Oh snap look who updated. I don't promise it's awesome bc I'm really a terrible writer but it's fun so I do it anyways. Anyways here is the next chapter. I hope you like it, review if you want to, or not…
Daniel Schneider owns all thing iCarly, sadly I do not.
T U R N I N G T A B L E S
(chapter 2)
She tried to get out of it. Told Carly her mom needed her for something, but Carly went around her protests and called her mom. Begging her to let her stay with her tonight and she informed Pam Puckett that she could help with whatever it was that she needed help bright and early tomorrow morning. It wasn't a surprise to Carly that her mom had no idea what Sam was talking about. So after insistent begging and a little hair pulling, Sam had agreed to go. Had it been anyone else begging or pulling her hair, they would have gotten a roundhouse to the face but since it was Carly, she just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Carly won. Carly always won. That's why she was sitting on the tailgate of a classmates truck, beer bottle in one hand, phone in the other watching in annoyance as Dani Draper flirted mirthlessly with Freddie and Carly. Yeah she wasn't one for gender preference. Carly being squicked out by the whole thing continued to ignore her attempts but Freddie laughed along with her and Sam wanted to stab the girl in the face. Music blared from another vehicle further down from the one she was in. She watched as they danced and laughed and drank. She really didn't want to be here but getting back to Seattle was a feat she wasn't ready to take on yet. After all Carly seemed to be having fun and that's why she agreed to go in the first place. Carly claiming she just needed to let loose, "let her hair down", yeah whatever that meant. She feels the weight shift on the tailgate and sees Wendy sit down beside her. Sam ignores her presence and continues to sip her bottle of beer. She can't get drunk, she would probably be the designated driver anyways so she had to keep her alcohol intake to a minimum just in case Carly or Freddie couldn't drive. Wendy's leg nudges hers and she looks over to her.
"She's such a little tease." Wendy states almost admiringly. Sam's not sure who she's talking about and raises her eyebrows at her sometimes friend, not saying anything. Rumors went around Ridgeway about Wendy's sexuality but it was almost cool to be into girls all of the sudden. Girls were with other girls just to get guys attention and it was weird. She didn't have a problem with the whole girl on girl thing but when it was used to get a guy's attention it seemed kind of pointless to her. However numerous stories seemed to indicate that Wendy wasn't into guys, at all. So Sam was a little weirded out by her close proximity and let her mind wonder if she always sat this close to people. She watches out of the corner of her eye as Wendy brings the red cup to her lips and chugs whatever contents is left.
"I mean", she slurs a little bit and Sam can tell she's drunk, probably very. "She wants to fuck Freddie but everyone wants to fuck Freddie right?" She aims the question at Sam and her eyebrows raise when Wendy pokes her shoulder. Her words are slurred and there is extra emphasis on the ck. "I mean you want him right? That's not just a rumor about the lock in?" Again with emphasis on the ck. Sam unconsciously starts watching him. "So I have a proposition for you." Sam reaches in her pants pocket for a fatcake. She doesn't know why she's even allowing Wendy to talk to her right now but the girl is so drunk she probably doesn't have a clue what's coming out of her mouth. She turns finally facing the red head head on. "And what's that?" Her tone is bored but she's a little curious. Didn't curiosity kill the cat? Curiosity would be why Frothy has three legs and not four but Sam wasn't one to be scared off easily.
"I." Wendy begins giggling and Sam can't stop herself from rolling her eyes. "I. need. you." Wendy puts her index finger on Sam's nose and instinctively Sam grabs it and shoves it back. Wendy's eyes bulge and Sam feels a little bad.
"You need what?" Sam just wants this conversation to be over and for whatever reason she has a sense of dread bubbling up inside of her.
"BItch much?" Wendy says but bursts out laughing soon after and the blonde has to literally grab onto the edge of the tailgate to keep herself from shaking the girl in front of her.
"I need you to go down there and get Fredward away from Dani." She leans closer when she says Dani and Sam unconsciously shifts backward to get away from her close proximity. Sam laughs at this, "Yeah, that's not happening." She brings the bottle of beer up to her lips and chugs the rest down. Just the idea making her want to drink herself into a stupor, she throws the glass bottle ahead of her and laughs a little when it doesn't break because of the dirt.
"But seriously, this is win. win." She stutters the word win and Sam's now irritated.
"Go away Wendy." Sam turns back towards the scene of teenagers drunkenly grinding to some hip hop craptastic song and sees Freddie attempting to dance with this Dani girl. From here it looks like it's possible that he is looking at her but she's really too far away to actually be able to tell and the sun is almost all the way down so she doesn't know for sure.
"That would be why you don't have a boyfriend. You are such a bitch, look just go get Freddie and bring him up here so I can take Dani away from this stupid party. If Freddie isn't paying attention to her I can get her to leave with me, and everyone knows you want him." Her words run together in a fast sentence.
"What makes you think calling me a bitch is going to get me to do anything for you?" Sam glares at the girl on her right.
"Because you don't want him dancing with her anymore than I want her dancing with him." Wendy stares ahead and Sam sees the sad look on her face. She takes a deep breath.
"Fine, I'll go get him but you need to take care of your little girlfriend before I gouge her eyes out." Wendy squeals beside her and pulls her into an awkward sidehug, before running off out of sight. Sam glances at the truck bed next to her with the cooler full of more alcohol and decides she needs more liquid courage. She grabs a daiquiri of some sort before walking towards the group. She trips on something and falls over twice before she greets her best friend.
"Oh yay Sam's here!" Carly dances around happily, "Everyone Sam's here!" She yells a little louder and few people acknowledge the best friend to Carly. Sam waves awkwardly.
"Carls how much have you had to drink?" Sam asks her obviously inebriated friend.
Carly opens her mouth like she's gonna say something, than closes it, and opens it again. "Like five of those pretty blue drinks over there." She points towards a truck that has a makeshift bar set up including a bar tender. She sways a little, "That Dani girl tried to touch my breasts." Carly's eyes grow wide as she admits this. "But she's been all over your boyfriend for like 45 minutes, I think you should beat her up." Carly states matter of faculty and crosses her arms glaring at her victim.
Sam watches as the girl dances all over Freddie, while he just kind of stands there not moving enough to call it dancing but not still enough to call it standing. His hands are to his sides and she shakes her head at them turning to face Carly. An amused smile is on her friends face, a knowing smile that Sam wants to make disappear somehow. "Stop it." Carly laughs a little, "I'm not doing anything." She challenges. Sam rolls her eyes. "I'm not doing this for you." She says backing away towards Freddie and away from her best friend. She bumps into him and begins laughing like she's drunk. She doesn't know why or if he knows she's not really but she told Wendy she would help and he looks so uncomfortable so she continues to laugh. "Sorry." She smiles what she hopes is sheepishly before wondering off towards the water. She hopes he will follow, hopes that he will for once just take a hint. She sits down on the grainy dirt/sand mixture and less than a minute later her space is invaded.
She can smell his cologne and that mixed with the fresh air makes her dizzy. She sighs happily. They sit there for a minute or so not saying anything just watching the water, it's not like it's the ocean or anything but the beach, even if it's a lake beach is still pretty at night. And being two hours from Seattle you can actually see the stars in the sky. It seems like a comfortable silence and she thinks about the last comfortable silence they had, one before the lock in, when they had watched a movie on Carly's couch at 3:45 am because their wake up spencer bit didn't work out when they realized Spencer wasn't actually at home. She involuntarily shivers and she feels his jacket around her shoulders seconds later. She instinctively smells the collar and wants to slap herself in the face when she realizes what she did.
"On a scale of one to ten how drunk are you?" He asks, his face still towards the water. She takes another deep breath and thinks about his question, she could lie and say very since he is obviously okay to drive or she could be honest and tell him she wasn't really. She decides to take the easy way out and falls backwards on the ground. He laughs at her, "I'll take that as very?" She smiles at him and he lays down on his back next to her. She closes her eyes trying to will herself to do what she wants. She feels his weight shift beside her and opens her eyes to see him on his side watching her a half smile on his face. She tilts her head towards the right and she can feel his breath on her face. His eyes are like a magnet to hers and she can't look away. When he does she takes a very deep breath in and then out before leaning up to capture his upper lip with her own. He smiles and kisses her back like his lips are meant for hers and pulls away before she can deepen the kiss. She stares at him as he sits up. "I won't take advantage of you when you're drunk, the next time, and yes I said next because there will be one, the next time we kiss it will be when we are both sober and you have finally admitted that you like me. Until than I guess we will keep doing this little dance, he motioned between the two of them. She wanted to cry, she sat up punched him in the arm with as much force as she could instead, and laid back down on the ground.
"What the hell Sam?" She keeps her eyes closed. She can hear the confusion in his voice and he lays back down beside her. They are quiet for the next two minutes and Freddie thinks she is asleep when her breathing is evened out.
"Look it's not that I don't want to kiss you, it's pretty much all I think about, well kissing and other things and just forget that, I just want you to admit it. Admit that you want me, admit that you like kissing me, admit that there is so much more to us than meets the eye. Trust me enough to know that I'm not gonna break your heart. I know you think I love Carly still but I don't. She's my best friend, but that's all she'll ever be to me Sam. When you kissed me, I'm not gonna lie, it knocked my world off kilter a little bit. You aren't suppose to kiss me and I'm sure as hell not suppose to like it. But you did, and I did like it. And it's all I think about. You would think I could let it go but it's almost like you opened pandora's box with that kiss. I can't get over it, or maybe I could if I wanted to, but I don't want to get over it, I don't want to forget it, and nothing you can say to me will make me change my mind. And newsflash kissing me again is not really the way to convince me that you don't like me. Man I really wish you weren't drunk right now… or asleep." He rambled on before closing his eyes. All of this was making him exhausted. She made him exhausted on a daily basis.
When she was sure his breathing was even and she nudged him with her foot to make sure he was asleep she went to find Carly. She was done with this party. She sent Carly to go wake Freddie up.
They were in the parking lot about to leave when Freddie grabbed the keys from Carly. Carly stopped and looked at him in confusion.
"But I thought Sam was driving." The confusion didn't leave his friend's face.
"No, Sam's had a little too much to drink, I'm driving." Freddie opened the back door for Carly to climb in but she didn't move.
"No she didn't, Sam's not drunk." Carly was sure she wasn't. Or maybe she was, she didn't know anymore and things were spinny.
"Carly, Sam is very very drunk, I promise, just let her sleep and I will drive." Freddie glanced at the girl in the passenger seat who had conked out and was all but drooling all over the window.
Carly huffed something inaudible in annoyance before climbing in the back seat and putting her seat belt on.
Freddie drove them back to Bushwell Plaza trying to clear his head of tonight. She was drunk, she had to be. She had told him she was. Hadn't she?