I've been doin a whole lot of thinking and even i'm starting to like the tasha/sam pairing like some of you. so here's what i'm gonna do, if you all want this, leave the comments and possible scenarios in your review, and i'll write a tasha/sam fic. how does that sound?
Tasha pov.
I don't know what to do right now. I mean I could wear this pink shirt with dark blue jeans or I could wear that white tank top over there with a pair of dark jeans...ugh!
"Mother!" I yell. She comes around the corner with an annoyed look.
"Darling, I told you before, I've seen this Sam girl and she'll be happy as long as you look presentable." she says before I get to say anything.
"But mother, this is our first REAL date, I have to look perfect." I cannot stress enough how much I want to look good for her.
"You really care about this girl don't you?" she asks leaning against the door frame.
"Yes I do. She's....perfect." I say with a smile. My mother just smiles back at me.
"Where are you going?" she asks. I go to answer but...
"I don't know." I say and go to my phone. I dial her number which is on speed dial, she's number three.
'hey there' she answers. I feel my breath catch in my throat.
'uh, hey.' I say feeling uncharacteristically shy. 'wh-where are you taking me tonight?' I ask clearing my throat. I hear her taking a deep breath.
'well, considerin how things are for me at the moment, how would you like to be a live audience member on iCarly?' she asks. I can't help but smile.
'I'd love to be.' I say
'really?' I can hear the smile in her voice.
'well yes, I get to stare at your a-'
"You're' mother is still in the room!" my mom exclaims with a laugh.
'I'll see you in a little while' she says laughing.
'ok, bye.' I say hanging up. "Pink top and dark jeans it is." I say happily. My mother just smiles.
"Have fun sweetheart." she says leaving the room. Once she's gone my smile fades. I wish I could have fun. It's going to be hard watching her interact with Carly but....if we're going to do this I'll have to get used to it.
"....gonna blow up another watermelon but that was knocked." Sam says while we walk to Carly's.
"That was pretty funny." I say remembering the last time the blew one up.
"Yeah, it was fun." she says with a shrug. I stop and grab her hand so she's facing me.
"What's on your mind?" I ask. There's something obviously bothering her.
"Nothin." she says. I squeeze her hand and she sighs. "Well, Carly." she whispers. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"What about her?" I force out. Sam sighs and pulls her hand away from me. Ouch. That hurt. But she makes up for it when she throws her arm over my shoulder and starts to walk again.
"Somethin's seriously wrong with her. She wont tell me what it is and I'm just a little worried about her." she says. I lean my head against her shoulder.
"You should talk to her about it." I tell her. "She might miss you." I throw out there.
"I live with her." she says. "But then again we can't tell the difference." she adds with a shrug. I stop but don't move my head.
"Have you two been spending time together?" I ask. This is really hurting me but.... they are best friends and I know that Carly means a lot to Sam so I can play nice.
"Yeah, we share a bed." I tense up. Oh that bitch. "Spencer's almost done with my room though." she adds quickly.
"Well, maybe she just....needs you more than you realize." I say. She snorts.
"Please, all I'm good for is eating her food." she says. I stay quiet trying to figure out what to say.
"She's jealous." I say with a little bit of bitterness.
"Tash, we-" I cut her off.
"She does. Even if its not in...that....way." I say. She just sighs. "And I love the new nickname from you." I say with a smile. She glances at me before kissing me quickly.
"Good." she says. We walk in silence the rest of the way.
Sam pov.
Alright, this episode went as well as could be expected. With mandy here. And she and Tasha got along pretty well. After Tasha pushed her down the stairs. But right now we're all sitting around relaxing and talkin. It's pretty good. No tension in the room right now, I don't even wanna hurt the dork.
"I'd pay to see Sam in a pink dress." he says. Until now.
"I'd pay to see you fall out a window." I say.
"Be nice." Tasha says nudging me in the ribs.
"I'll push you off my lap." I whisper to her. She just turns around and sticks her tongue out at me. I just scrunch up my face.
"Do you need a ride home Tasha?" Spencer asks. Tasha shakes her head.
"No, my mom will be here any minute now. I'm going down to wait in the lobby." she replies.
"Well lets go." I say. She shakes her head.
"You don't have too." she says standing.
"I want to." I say grabbing her hand. "I'll be back." I say. Everybody else just nods as we make our way out the door. She holds onto my hand tightly all the way downstairs to the lobby.
"No loitering in my lobby!" lewbert yells at us.
"Stop being ugly in public!" I yell back.
"Gah! Ah ah ah ah!" this thing yells going back into his office. I turn to Tasha who's obviously holding in a giggle.
"Anyway, I need to ask you something." she starts. I shrug for her to continue. She sits down and takes a deep breath. "I-if we break up soon, would you be mad if I dated Freddie?" she asks shyly. I frown.
"Are you gonna play with his feelins?" I ask. She shakes her head quickly.
"No! No, of course not." she says. I nod.
"Well in that case go for it. If we break up." I say. She smiles.
"I have a feeling things are gonna work out for both of us." she says. I just give her a questioning look. "I'll talk to you tomorrow morning." she says. I nod and kiss her quickly before her mom appears in the doorway.
"Bye." I say to her back. She just waves over her shoulder. I shrug and make my way back upstairs as Freddie's comin outta Carly's door.
"H-hey Sam?" he stops me. I turn to him.
"What's up?" I ask. He takes a deep breath.
"I- I just want you to know, even if you don't get together with..." he motions towards the door. "That I'll always have your back." he says. "But if you do, don't hurt her." he adds. I nod. What is with everybody thinking I'm going to be with Carly? She's not interested so why doesn't everybody just drop it? I do have feelings ya know.
"Alright." I say with a nod going inside. Carly looks up at me and smiles.
"Alright, now, about that talk." she says.
"Ah!" we hear a very womanly scream coming from the kitchen followed by Spencer who's running with a fish bowl that's on fire. He runs back to the kitchen and throws it in the sink and puts it out. Then the hose catches fire. "Why does this happen?!" he exclaims. Carly and I just stare.