A/N: Sorry it's been a few days. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated.
Sam arrived at the Shay's apartment later that evening, bag in hand. Carly had prepared well for Sam's visit; there was a huge ham sandwich waiting for the blonde. Seeing the sandwich, Sam dropped her bag just inside the door, making a beeline for the kitchen? "Is this for me?" she asked, picking up the loaded sandwich.
"Yes. Do you want your bag in my room?" Carly asked, giggling.
Mouth full of ham, Sam could only nod her affirmative. Leaving Sam to her food, Carly ran upstairs with Sam's duffel bag. Setting it on her bed, the brunette noticed that the bag rattled a bit—and felt heavier than usual. Opening the bag, Carly found a notebook, a sketchpad, and a container of colored pencils. Thumbing through the sketchbook, Carly saw that all the drawings were of her. "Wow..." she breathed.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, rushing into the room.
"Your bag felt heavier than usual..."Carly tried to explain.
"So you went through it?" Carly had never seen Sam this angry towards her before; it slightly frightened her.
"I was making sure you had nothing illegal," Carly continued, keeping her eyes cast downward, willing the tears not to come."Carls, look at me," Sam began, lifting Carly's chin with one hand until their eyes met. "I'm sorry. I don't have anything illegal in there. I couldn't take that risk with you around."
"What do you mean?" There was still fear in Carly's voice, but it wasn't as pronounced as it was before.
"It's...complicated. Ever since earlier today, there's been a war going on in my head. Part of me says it makes sense that I feel that way I do, part of me says it's not normal, and part of me is terrified."
"What are you talking about, Sam?" Carly was once again her patient self, waiting for Sam's answer.
"I think...I think I like you, Carls," Sam mumbled, suddenly becoming interested in the floor.
"So that bracelet you gave me earlier..." Carly was beginning to piece together Sam's recent behavior.
"Yeah. It wasn't just for being you," Sam confessed, chuckling a bit.
"So you like me..."Carly began.
"And you like me," Sam confirmed.
"What now?" the brunette asked, standing.
Sam turned to face her, taking one of Carly's hands in her own. Smiling tentatively, the blonde moved her head forward until her lips met Carly's softly for the first time. Pulling back after a few seconds, Carly looked at Sam.
"What was that?" she asked, almost out of breath.
"A kiss, Carls," Sam replied wryly.
"I know that. But what does that make us?"
"What do you want it to make us?
"I don't know! I don't even know what it meant!" Carly cried out, collapsing on her bed.