originally this was going to be a very angsty chapter but i thought to myself it wouldn't be right. but i do have another fic idea that will be more dramafied and angsty than this one. we'll see later if i post it. review please!
Carly pov.
It's just fear of losing my best friend. That's all it is. I mean, what else could it be?
"Spencer..." I trail off when all I'm greeted by is his butt. Eww. I roll my eyes and kick him in it softly.
"DAH!" he screams like he has something in his mouth. "Heh, Car I, 'ut a hell wah at fuh?" he says rubbing his but with a remote in his mouth. I take it out and smile at him.
"Now lets try English class." I say in my teacher voice. He frowns.
"I said what the hell was that for?" he asks sitting on the sofa. I flop beside him, sort of glad that Sam needed to go see her mother for something. I can talk to him without her hearing me.
"I have a problem." I say. He turns to me with concern written on his face.
"What's on your mind kiddo?" he asks. I sigh.
"Sam's new girlfriend. I don't like her." I say. He frowns. Oops. I'm guessing he didn't know about Sam.
"Sam's a lesbian?" he asks. I nod chewing my bottom lip. He shrugs. "Hm. Anyway, why don't you like her?" he asks. It's my turn to frown.
"Wait. That's all you have to say is hm?" I ask. He nods.
"Well yeah..." he trails off.
"So you don't have a problem with...with her being gay?" I ask. He smiles.
"Course I don't. She's still the same Sam who eats all our food." he says. I offer him a smile.
"Well for one, she's a bitch. Sorry." I say before he can tell me to watch my language. "And she's always around Sam. Touching her or something equally as annoying." I say with a huff.
"Well they are sorta dating so it's gonna happen. Does it make you uncomfortable or something?" he asks obviously confused. At first I thought that was the problem. Nope.
"No. It makes me mad." I say. "That's totally weird isn't it?" I ask. He sits and thinks it over.
"No not really. I mean, Sam's your best friend and has been for years so naturally when she's giving somebody else attention you'd get a little jealous." what?!
"I am not jealous!" I shriek. He holds his hear. Serves him right! How dare he imply that I'm jealous of that tramp?
"Ok ow. And I just meant that she's your best friend and you're not really used to sharing her. It's common." he says. I feel a little silly for my outburst but people have been constantly implying that I have a thing for her. Which I don't. I don't like Sam that way. I'm not even into girls...much. Ok so maybe it was one or two but that was weeks ago and it was more of a 'oh, she's really pretty' thing than a 'oh boy she's hot' thing.
"I guess you're right." I mutter.
"Unless you have a huge crush on her then I can see how this is only gonna get harder." he says with that... Spencer look on his face. I shriek again and stomp off to my room. I AM NOT INTO SAM!!
Sam pov.
Alright. Moment of truth. Time to see if my mom loves me or not.
"Mom?" I try. She's still yellin at the cat though.
"You good fer nothin animal! You need a jobs! Free-loadin deadbeat." she mutters.
"Mom!" I try louder to get her attention. She whips around to me quickly.
"Sasha! How's it goin?" she asks leanin against the wall. I roll my eyes.
"Sam. My name is Sam." I say.
"Well whatever." she says rollin her eyes. Ya know, sometimes my mom is cool. But others, she's just annoying. "What's up kid?" she asks opening the fridge and almost passing out from the smell of a carton of milk.
"I have something to tell you." I say. She motions with her hand for me to continue.
"Well shoot. I'm all ears...damn, whens the last time we went grocery shopping?" she asks. I think.
"Uh...six months ago. Anyway, what I have to tell you might be shocking. A-and you might hate me." I say. She stops what she's doin and turns to me with an unreadable look.
"Well what is it?" she asks crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well mom... I'm a lesbian." I say. And I wait.
Freddie pov.
I wonder when Carly is gonna realize she's crushing on Sam? I don't know how long I can wait.
"Hello?" I answer my cellphone.
"Hey Freddie what's up?" Carly's voice floats through.
"Oh nothin. Just waitin for Sam to call." I say. I can practically feel her eye twitch.
"Yeah? Why's that?" she asks in an all too sweet voice.
"We're gonna set up a double date if I can find a date." I say with a shrug even though she can't see me.
"Sure I'll go out with you!" she says loudly. I'm imagining the crazy lady look on her face. It's almost enough to make me laugh.
"But I didn't ask yo-"
"You did! Twice a day. For years. This is me accepting." she says hurriedly. I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm to break up the fake romantical date thing we're planning.
"Alright. So w- hey, hang on a sec." I say when the phone beeps. "Hello?" I answer the unknown number.
"F-Freddie?" I hear. Oh god. Her mom didn't take it well.
"Sam? What's wrong?" I ask hurriedly. She's been crying. I can hear it in her voice.
"Our apartment burned down." she says.
"How di-"
"My mom and I were baking cookies. My i pod was in there! And we had just bought more h-a-am!" she cries into the phone. I will forever worry about her.
"Um...sorry to hear that. I'll tell Carly you're on the way." I say knowing that's all she wanted.
"Thanks doof." she says hanging up. I click over to hear Carly muttering something along the lines of 'don't like her that way.' "Uh, Sam wants me to tell you she needs a place to stay." I say casually.
"Why? And why didn't she just call me?" she asks.
"I'll let her explain all that. Right now, I have a yoga class with my mom." I say hanging up after we say our goodbyes. Sam is gonna be living across the hall with Spencer and Carly. This should be interesting.
Sam pov.
And I waited until she just smiled. This in itself was rare.
"I still love you Samantha." was all she said. Then we went for food and started trying to cook. And now we need to find somewhere to go cus we sorta set the place on fire. It was the damn cats fault though. I swear. She's staying with a foster brother and I'm hoping Spencer and Carly will let me crash at theirs. I know what you're thinkin. I only called the boob cus his number was on the top of my head. For some reason I can't remember Carly's by heart and my cell phone was inside.
"Hey Carls." I say walking in. She stands in front of me hands on her hips.
"We need to talk." she says. Great! What'd I do now?!