Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I'm sorry I said I did. I only said it to hurt your feelings. I take it back.

A/N: For some reason these chapters are turning out really short, and I apologise for that. Hopefully they'll get longer as I go on.

"Sam, we need to talk about this!"

Sam rolled her eyes, "No, Carls, we need to go to sleep. If you're making me go to school tomorrow that is."

Carly sat on her bed, running a hand through her thick, brunette hair. "Sam," She said softly, twisting the quilt between her fingers as Sam changed behind her, "This is really important to me." Carly felt a curl of blonde hair brush her shoulder as Sam sat down beside her, drawing her legs up Indian-style on the bed.

"Okay. I get that. But why? Nothing's changed."

Carly's eyes slid uneasily over the band of bare skin that Sam's tank top didn't cover. Sam leaned forward, "Nothing's changed..." She said uncertainly, worry showing on her face. "Carly, answer me! Nothing's changed, right?" She put on a hand on Carly's knee, trying to get the brunette girl to look at her.

Carly raised her head hesitantly, "I-I don't know. I mean, everything was normal this morning but that – that,"

"Fudgebag."

"Fudgebag Wendy's made me all confused!"

Sam's hand tightened on Carly's knee. "Confused about what? About us?"

Carly nodded, "Exactly. What are we anyway?"

Sam's voice is soft and low, "We're friends."

Carly stared at the blonde girl, her face shadowed by blonde bangs. "Are we? I don't know how I feel about you anymore Sam..."

Sam looked up, blue eyes flashing, "What, you mean you don't wanna be friends anymore because that stupid Wendy chick made you all 'confused'?"

Carly sighed, and put her hand over Sam's. "You don't – it's not like that. I'm not saying I don't want to be your friend anymore-"

Sam's face is angry, her lips compressed into a tight line, "Then what are you saying?"

Carly rubbed Sam's finger's absently as she struggled to find words she wasn't sure of herself. Sam's hand clenched momentarily, before she turned it over, palm up to Carly's. "I'm saying that.... maybe... maybe I want more than that."

And it's Sam's turn to look at Carly while Carly looks away. The anger disappeared off her face, replaced by a mix of emotions. "You do?"

Carly traced her fingers over Sam's palm, fixing her eyes firmly on their hands, little glances flicking at Sam. "I- I don't know."

Sam moved her hand away from Carly's, Carly's fingers curling in the empty space left behind. "Carls... can I try something?"

Carly looked up, unused to hearing the soft note of hesitance in the blonde's voice. "Yeah, sure."

Sam leaned forward, bringing her face to Carly's, blue eyes staying open until the last instant before her lips touch Carly's. Carly sat, stunned, as Sam's lips moved softly on hers. It's not until Sam started to pull away that Carly's eyes close and she responds, bringing her lips to Sam's. Sam's lift are soft and warm on Carly's, and she felt her heart start to beat faster as the blonde girl's hand's slide around her slim waist and she leaned deeper into the kiss. Carly moved back, taking a deep breath, her hands clenched into loose fists.

"Did it," Sam licks her lips, "Did it help? Did you feel anything?"

"Yeah. I-I did." Carly's voice is soft and hesitant, she touches her lips thoughtfully, brow furrowed.

"So what should we do?" Sam's fingers pluck at the quilt, working a thread loose. Carly's hand moves over Sam's, stilling it.

"I think I wanna try it again."

Sam smiles a little. "Okay."

A/N: This is rated T so far, and, if you've read my other stories, then you'll know I can easily ramp it up to an M. Very easily. Like, you don't even know! Or I can keep it slow and sweet and full of talking. It is, quite literally, your decision. Seriously, let me know what you want.