Disclaimer: I still own nothing so any of the songs I my mention not mine. ICarly again not mine and if I missed anything that's not mine either.
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Warning: this story may not be suitable for a person under the age of 18-viewer discretion is advised. Rated M for my vocabulary and sick twisted mind.
"Hello out there and welcome to the show that is all about the humor and life's little lessons, I'm Carson."
"And I am Sam," he said jumping from the rafters in camouflage and dark face paint.
"What's with the get up Sam?"
"Well that I can't tell you Carson."
"Why not?" Carson asked looking hurt.
"Two words plausible deniability."
"You could have just told me that I didn't want to know."
"Yea I could have but I didn't."
"Why do I even bother?" Carson asked as a very pissed off looking Tec producer stepped off the elevator with a chocolate covered five year old boy clinging to her leg."
"SAMUAL CARILISE SHAY!" Erica shouted.
"Uh can we just calm down a second here, what happened?" Carson asked his voice squeaky from puberty and panic.
"That evil thing you call a brother has Jeffy convinced the world would be perfect if only it was covered in chocolate. He then gave him two bottles of chocolate syrup and Jeffy thought a good place to start would be my room that is after he covered himself." Erica said ignoring the five year old tugging her pant leg trying to get her attention. His little face already turning red in frustration.
"Hey sissy! I'm not Jeffy anymore I got new name now."
"Ooookkaay and what is your new name Jeffy?" Carson asked hoping it wouldn't be bad enough to get Sam killed by the cute blond girl whose pants were fairly covered in chocolate.
"MUDMAN!" Jeffy said excitedly.
"Come on Mudman your not suppose to tell the enemy your code name." Sam said palming his face.
"Uh oh," Jeffy said running for Sam who picked him up and ran down the stairs with the pissed off blond in hot pursuit.
"Well folks I am going to leave you with this clip I found the other day while I go save Sam."
Screen fades out.
Troy led Sam out to his car. The car she saw surprised her. It was one of the newest model hybrids out, and it screamed I have money and all that comes with it.
"Nice car," Sam said looking at Troy with questions in her eyes.
"It was a birthday present from my dad who would rather buy me things than see me since my mom died."
"Sorry to here about your mom."
"It's okay I never knew her she died when I was born."
"Oh," Sam said a bit confused by him. 'Why was he trying to get a job here if he has all of this at home?' she thought as he opened the passenger door for her to step in.
"Shall we go then?" he asked waiting for her to get into the car.
"Sure, to the gas station!" Sam exclaimed getting into the car.
Carly kept her face buried in Spencer's back the whole ride home. Once in the parking garage Carly jumped off the bike, not even bothering to take off the helmet. She made her way to the elevator in a zombie like haze.
"Are you going to be ok kiddo?" Spencer asked putting his arm around her shoulders.
"How can I be ok? Even if she did come back they would just take her away."
"Come on kiddo think about this Sam will be eighteen in six or is it seven months."
"Why does that matter?" Carly asked unable to even think, with the way she slapped Sam playing in her head in a constant loop.
"She will be an adult and child services will be unable to do anything."
"It doesn't matter Spencer she will never talk to me again after what I did."
"What could you have possibly done that Sam who has been your best friend since grade school wouldn't forgive."
"I hurt her Spencer I said some really bad things and then and then…" Carly said beginning to sob too hard to speak.
"And then what kiddo nothing is ever as bad as it seems to be. Come on kiddo if I don't know how can I help you come up with a fix for it."
"I slapped her," she said with a broken sob. "Even if everything else got back to being right she still wouldn't want to see me. I didn't even let her explain so why would she let me?" she said falling to her knees sobbing so hard she couldn't breath."
Spencer quickly picked her up and ran up to their apartment and into his room. He laid Carly on his bed and started digging in his top drawer until he pulled out an inhaler. He gave it a shake and cradled a still gasping and sobbing Carly.
"Ok kiddo I need you to calm down and take deep breaths now," he said removing the cap and putting the inhaler to her mouth.
Carly struggled but took a deep gasping breath as he sprayed the inhaler. Her breathing started to ease up as she huddled into a ball in Spencer's arms and cried silently for the rest of the night.
Sam and Troy were well on their way to California. Sam was playing with the radio but all that was playing was rap or country music. Troy was beginning to twitch.
"Why don't you grab my CD book from the back seat and see if there is something in there that you can live with."
"Okay," Sam said pulling the seat belt's shoulder strap behind her then leaning over the seat to grab a very large CD book. She unzipped it and started thumbing through the CDs. There was Soundgarden, Smashing pumpkins, Harvey Danger, Seether, Megadeath, Godsmack, and a few others she had never even heard of.
"I don't know what you listen to but I never heard of any of these bands."
At hearing this Troy's jaw drops and he pulls to the side of the road.
"Ok give me that," Troy said after he turned off the car. He then started thumbing through the book pulling out CDs and putting them in the disk changer. Once he was satisfied he zipped the book back up and tossed it back to the back seat. "Ok Sam Pucket we are going to broaden your taste a bit but you might want to be careful some musicians feel what they are doing." He said restarting the smiling as the first bars of passive by a perfect circle started to play.
For hours they just rode in silence as Sam listens to and thought about the songs and what she was doing. Before she knew it the sun was rising on a brand new day. She looked over at Troy and all she seen was Carly. She blinked her eyes clear and sees Troy once more.
'I must be more tired than I thought I was,' she thought as Troy pulled in to fast food place that advertised as home of the seventy-cent taco.
"You hungry?"
"I am always hungry I will have ten of those tacos a double order of the nachos with extra meat and cheese and a strawberry smoothie."
"Wow Sam you are a woman after my own heart," Troy said and started to order.
Once they had their food he parked over at the park area near by got out and sat at one of the picnic tables and laid out their feast.
"So why do you need to go to San Francisco?" he asked looking up at her with his big brown eyes as he unwrapped a taco and started eating."
"Why do need to go to LA?" Sam asked already on her second taco and opening the container that held her nachos.
"If I tell you mine will you tell me yours or is it going to be like pulling nails trying to get to know you?" he asked reaching for another taco.
"Tell me yours and I will think about it," Sam said over a mouth full of nachos.
Troy sighed, "Fine I have a gig in LA and if all goes well in about a year or so I will be able to play my music under a good label."
"You couldn't do that where you were they do send scouts you know and there is always the web if you want to get your name out there just do a pod cast on splash face. Trust me it will get people looking at you," Sam said then took a big drink of her smoothie.
"That's all well and good if you don't have a father that wants you to live up to him yet does nothing to earn your love," he said bitterness creeping into his voice.
"You said awhile back that he didn't pay attention to you."
"He does when it has something to do with how I want to live my life," he said looking at Sam with sad eyes that reminded her so much of Carly's. "So are you going to tell me yours or are we going to keep talking about me."
"It's complicated," Sam said picking up her last taco.
"Try me you never know I may be able help you."
"I am going to visit my uncle because some nub called child services and my mom is kind of a busy disappointment. Don't get me wrong I love my mom and she great but she is different so my home life isn't the greatest but anyone who says they had a perfect childhood is lying to you. I will be eighteen in six and a half months so it would be a bit pointless to get put in the system now and the way I see it they are wasting their time. They should be helping kids who need to be helped."
"So in about six months you will be going back home then?" he asked looking at her over his chocolate banana shake.
"I don't think so it's a little more complicated than that." Sam said looking anywhere but at him.
"Well if you don't tell me I can't try to help you find a fix for it."
"My best friend hates me now because I am not a great person. I cut school, I destroy other people's and the school's property all the time, I am a bully, I dislike people for the most part. And if that wasn't bad enough I beat the living hell out of a boy she liked because he was taking about her like she was slut."
"Maybe you should try to explain your self maybe she will forgive you."
"I tried to tell her why I did it but all I got for my trouble was slapped so no thank you on a repeat of that exercise." 'It hurt more than enough the first time,' she thought as she looked at Troy who was being very understanding of her problems.
"Well I still say you should give it a try I mean hell people have a way of surprising you."
"Yea yea whatever," Sam said hoping that by just going with it that the conversation would end like it always would with Carly and it did.
Troy shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. Sam just watched him noticing that he and Carly could be siblings they looked and acted so much alike it would have been creepy if it wasn't just what she needed right now.
"So do you have a girlfriend waiting for you back home," she asked changing the subject before he could change his mind about not questioning her.
"No I am not big on the relationship thing they all just seem to end bad for me."
"What about the meant to be soul mate thing."
Troy started laughing bitterly. "If there was someone for everyone a soul mate then that went out the window a long time ago. There is just so much stacked against that out look I wouldn't bank on it.
Sam looked up at him blinking; 'maybe they are not exactly alike.'
"Ok then what do you believe in?" Sam asked wanting to get to know this guy who seems so nice but like her he was in his own kind of pain.
"I think that it's based on mental and physical attraction and that sets off the illusion of love."
"That's a bit cold don't you think? What about those couples that stay together forever?"
"Easy it's one of five things really. One pity, two money, three kids then grandkids later, four comfort, five convenience."
"Can you explain that a bit more, I am not quite as jaded as you yet."
"Oh ha ha," he laughed sarcastically. "Fine one pity they pity their spouse and themselves because they don't want to be alone but know they won't find anything better. Two, money well that one everyone should get if you have a shared bank account you don't want only half of it. Three haven't you ever heard the expression staying together for the kids well that's what it is they want the children to have both parents. Four, well they already have a life together and they don't bug each other so why mess it up. Five convenience well they like the fact that there is always someone around who is willing to have sex with them."
"Well aren't you the most romantic tool in the box."
"Hey I didn't say it was nice but it is honest," he said with a shrug then looked over at her and smiled. "It's like I said it is all about attraction if I kiss you and you like it does that mean your in love with me or would you just be attracted to be because I look good and I use the space that is between my ears?"
"Uh…" Sam said unable to answer as Troy got up and stood in front of her. He then leaned down and took her lips with his in a polite kiss.
"Sam's mind was wired with the sensations that kiss brought on he was a great kisser. Better than Freddie and all the other boys she kissed combined and sent to train with porn stars. Maybe it just felt so good because this is what she needed to take her mind off the things she was going through. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him back and he followed suit by licking her bottom lip asking to enter. Before either of them knew it the kiss went from a boy-scout campfire to napalm on a California forest fire. She moaned into the kiss as his hands started to roam her body, finding and hitting every sensitive spot her body ever thought of having.
"Umm, we have to stop," Troy said pulling away.
"Huh," Sam responded trying to pull him back so she could go back to the comfort he was providing.
"This isn't really the place for this Sam," he said pulling fully away from her.
He started clearing the table and putting the leftover tacos in the bag and the trash in the trash can beside it. He was no sooner done picking up that Sam took his free hand and pulled him over to his car.
Carly woke up in her own bed her head heavy and sore. She crawled from her bed sluggishly and went down stairs. The sight of Spencer on the phone greeted her.
"I got to go just be sure to call us if they find her ok."
"Child services?" Carly asked in a dead tone.
"Ms. Pucket," Spencer responded tiredly.
"So what news is there?" she asked her voice becoming a bit more alive.
"Well she has checked every place Sam might go and called every relative she might run to and got nothing. But if she does end up at one of her relatives they will call if only to tell us if she is ok or not." Spencer said hoping any news would brighten his sister's day.
"I need to get ready for school," she said still out of it.
"It's Saturday kiddo," Spencer said leading her over to the table and sitting her down in front of the breakfast he had made for her.
Carly started eating not tasting and not caring what it was. She knew two things and those were she wanted Sam back and Sam would be found when she wanted to be found. She wanted to cry some more but soon found out she couldn't it was like her eyes had dried up and felt like they were full of grit. Soon as she was done eating she went back up to her room and started cleaning it. She had to do something to keep the thoughts of Sam in trouble or dead somewhere eating at her. She started sweeping out from under the bed and found a small mountain of fat cake wrappers and a book she opened it and realized it was Sam's journal. She started reading it hoping it would make her feel closer to Sam.
'Hey I can't believe I am writing in this thing again but I need this out. I think I may be gay. There I said it. I haven't been into guys like I use to be yes I can still tell a good-looking guy from a loser but I don't want them. I got to find a way to make sure but I don't know how. I wish I could tell Carly but would she still talk to me if I told her that lately she is the only person I can see that way now. Shit I will write more later some ones coming.'
Carly closed the book quickly and went down stairs and started to leave the apartment.
"Hey where are you going kiddo?"
"I need to go to Sam's house," she said in a determined tone.
"I'll take you," Spencer said grabbing his bike keys and helmets.
"And we're back and for those of you just tuning in I am Carson."
"And I'm Sam," Sam said limping over to the shot his voice strangely high pitched and his eye was showing the classic signs of black eye.
"I told you to stop messing with her she can still kick your butt man."
"She didn't kick my butt that's kind of my problem," he said sitting down trying to decide whether to put the ice pack he had in his hand on his eye or his crotch.
"Well you did mess with her so you kind of had this coming man not that I agree with her methods."
"Let her kick you in the places that should never be kicked and tell me again I had this coming." He said deciding that his crotch needed the ice more.
The camera turned and was put on a tripod.
"You act like you got the worst of it Jeffy got it worse than you I called Nana Benson on him and he is getting scrubbed within an inch of his life and a lecture on how to keep from getting ticks."
Both boys shuddered remembering how bad Nana Benson could get.
"You win," Sam said somewhat glad he only got a black eye and a kick to the junk.
"Well as painfully happy as all this is, how about another clip," Carson said looking at Erica.
"Ah right I almost forgot," she said pulling out a dusty CD and putting it in to the player.
And the screen fades out.
Well there it is please review tell me what you think.
From the dictionary of one Lee Lamprush
Plausible Deniability: the ability to pass a lie detector test when you know! you are lying.
