Author's Note: Really short Carly/Sam piece I wrote up at 11PM. Since there aren't nearly enough Carly/Sam pieces here, I decided to write one myself. Tell me what you think.
Sam and Carly rested against each other on the couch. Spencer had thrown a blanket lazily over the two girls several hours ago, thinking they were asleep. Although it was pushing 2AM, neither girl was sleeping. An empty microwave popcorn bag, licked clean of imitation butter by Sam, was lying on the table in front of them. Sam kicked off her shoes, being careful not to wake what she thought was sleeping Carly. Unfortunately, one of her shoes flew into the pile of glass ice creams bowls they had stacked on the coffee table earlier that night. Sam winced at the loud crash and noticed Carly stirring and opening her eyes.
"What'd you do now, Sam?" She asked her best friend.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."
Carly sat up and looked at Sam. "It's okay, I was already awake. What happened?"
Sam smiled sheepishly. "I kicked my shoe off and it flew into the ice cream bowls. I'm sorry, I can pick it up." Sam started to stand up, but Carly held her down. "No, we can do that in the morning. It's Saturday, now, right? We have iCarly tonight?" Sam nodded. Carly looked back at the TV.
"Ooh, Sam, you want superstar abs in just ten days?" Carly joked, gesturing at the infomercial that had started playing on the TV screen.
Sam laughed. "No way! Half an hour a day is way too much work. Besides, it'd probably mean that I'd have to give up ham, which I'm just not ready to do yet."
Carly giggled. "Is there anything you love more than ham?"
"You." Carly's expression went from joyful and full of laughter to confused and questioning in a matter of nanoseconds. "What do you mean, Sam?"
Sam looked away. "Nothing. I'm sorry, it just slipped out."
"Sam, 'it just slipped out' is no excuse. What do you mean; love like BFFs, or love like love?" Carly put extra emphasis on the last 'love' in the sentence.
"Just drop it, okay?" Sam pleaded. Carly wasn't having any of it.
"Sam, tell me what you meant or I'm going to tell Freddie about Patches."
Sam looked back at Carly with wide eyes. "You wouldn't!"
Carly nodded. "I would. In fact, I have his number on speed dial!" Carly pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open.
"Okay, okay! I'll talk!" Carly smiled and put her cell phone away. Sam sighed. "Look, I don't mean to scare you or anything, but I meant love like love." Sam put the same emphasis on the last word.
Carly smiled. "That doesn't scare me at all, Sam." Carly wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders. Sam looked Carly straight in the eye and smiled hopefully.
"Really? Does that mean that we can still be friends?"
Carly smiled. "No."
Sam looked up at Carly, worried. "No?" She said, her voice bordering on a yell. Toning it down and attempting to hide some of the sadness, she asked again, "No?"
Carly's smile grew wider as she stroked Sam's cheek. "Well, I'd like us to be a lot more than friends…" Sam looked at Carly, clearly confused, in time for Carly to brush her own lips against Sam's.
Sam smiled shyly. "Wow, I think I'm going to like this 'more than friends' business." Carly giggled and planted another longer, more confident kiss on Sam's lips. "So am I." Carly nestled her head in the crook of Sam's neck, allowing Sam to rest her cheek on the top of her head.
"I love you, Carly."
"I love you too, Sam."