CHAPTER 2: home?

SAM'S POV:

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I was going home.

I was going home for the first time since Carly left. I had left Seattle more than a year ago, on the same night that Carly had. I had contemplated whether leaving like this was the right thing to do, but then I remembered that there really was nothing left for me in 'sister' was never home and although my mother had improved her attitude towards me….let's just say, things at 'home' weren't really the best. Anyways, my real home and real family had always been at the Bushwell: Carly and Spencer.

Carly is more than just my best friend. She was my sister, the one I'd gossip with and fangirl with, the one that stood by me no matter what and the one I'd share all my secrets with….well, almost all my secrets….

She was also the real motherly figure in my life. She kept me safe and out of trouble, scolded me when I did something wrong, always looked out for me and was always the responsible one, without whom I'd have ended up in jail by now. She was also the only one who realized that Sam Puckett was not as strong as she pretended to be. I may be physically strong and very capable of defending myself and those around me, like Carly; but, Carly was always the one that guarded my heart.

So, yes, I do have a biological mother and sister, but, my real sister is the one that never judged me and my real mother is the one that accepted me for me and CHOSE to spend her time with me, wasn't forced to. Carly: I can't even begin to explain how much she means to me. She's my best friend, sister, mother: my entire family, wrapped in one; and so even if she ever does act a bit bratty or spoilt, when she rarely doesn't get what she wants, or….makes a few mistakes, I'd always forgive her and over look her very few flaws.

Then there was Spencer. Good old Spence. He wasn't just Carly's goofy elder brother and guardian who had the ability to set things on fire just by coming into contact with them, he was also my friend and just as much as much as my goofy older brother, as he was Carly's. He never failed to make me laugh and was the one who cheered me up after….after….when I was at my weakest; a state of my I didn't even allow Carly to see. He gave me a home, a real home, with all the love, care, attention and ham that was absent from my own 'home'. He was also the only father-figure in both mine and….and Freddie's life.

Seattle would always be the same. It would always be cold, dark and rainy. My old beaten down house would always be there. The Bushwell Plaza and Ridgeway highschool, the two places I spent the most treasured moments in life at, would always be there; but without Carly, Seattle would never be home, again.

Sure my other friends would always be there. Spence, the Gibster, and...the nub, would always be there, but without Carly, none of these people would really spend that much time with me. I can't blame them: mama is too hot to handle. I'm sure the only reason Gibby and Freddie ever became my friends was because I was a part of the 'Carly-Shay-Friendship-package-deal'; they knew if they were to be friends with Carly, they'd have to put up with me too.

I know if I ever needed him or asked to stay with him, Spence would never say no, but it just wouldn't be right without Carls.

So when Cat asked me why I wasn't excited to go home, after she was done helping me pack my bags and calling her nona to come stay with her for the summer, I answered her question with another question: "Is Seattle really home?"

The next day, Cat, my live alarm clock, jumped on me, to wake me up before sunrise. I wanted to head out early and had told her to wake me up early, myself, but that didn't stop me from chasing her around the house with a hairbrush for 15 minutes; before I saw that she already had my precious bacon fried and plated for me. I ate my breakfast, hugged Cat goodbye, and got on my dream motorcycle(a gift from Spence), riding my way to Seattle, into the sunrise.

I was on my way to Seattle, what had once been my home.