Second installment of iWish You Were Mine. Hope you enjoy. I LOVE spam. And I don't like Carly, so here is what you get when you mix my two favorite characters with my least fave. :) Oh and I love you :D

Disclaimer: Still not owning, just borrowing.

Samantha Puckett woke up to find herself in an unfamiliar bed. She turned over, sat up and looked around.

"Oh crap." She fell back as her head started to hurt. Her cheeks turned red as she thought of how foolish she acted the night before. She turned over, groaning audibly. Finally she got out of the bed and noticed she was wearing his shirt. It was a black button up and it was only buttoned half way. She sighed, breathing in the smell of Spencer. She made her way out to the living room to find Spencer asleep on the couch with a book on his chest. She padded over to him, lifted the back and slid onto the couch with him. He smiled into her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Hey Sam?" He murmured.

"Hmmm?" She mumbled.

"I could never like you," he said tightening his arm, "I love you." He kissed her neck. She chuckled and smiled.

"I love you too Spencer, I always have." She whispered intertwining her hand with his.

She walked down the hallway slowly, a whole week away from home, med camp was fantastic but she was happy to be going home to her brother and best friends. She reached her door and pushed it open.

She wanted to scream, but she didn't instead she did some animalistic gasp thing as she tried not to throw up.

"Spencer! Sam!" She burst out. The couch, as it was not very big to begin with, struggled to hold two flailing adults and Sam fell off with Spencer landing on top of her. Sam pushed Spencer off of her and stood up and ran into Spencer's room upon realizing that she was still not wearing pants. Spencer stood up slowly, dusted off his pants and grinned at his sister.

"WELCOME HOME!" He threw his arms in the air. "Surprise!" He smiled awkwardly. Carly crossed her arms and huffed.

"What is going on here?" She asked, her voice reaching a dangerously high pitch. She looked around and saw the tequila bottle from the night before.

"Where you trying to get her drunk? Spencer, what were you doing?" She added a stomp for emphasis. Sam stumbled out of Spencer's room wearing a pair of pajama bottoms.

"Will you please stop shouting Carly." She held a hand on the back of her head. "I'm still hungover from last night." She stated.

"What did you do?" Carly persisted to shout.

"Nothing, I got a little drunk and stupid, Spencer took care of me." Sam replied walking over to him.

"You weren't wearing pants!" Carly exclaimed.

"You're still shouting," Sam muttered annoyed. "and trust me, that shirt was better than what I was wearing before. I didn't come over here wearing something decent."

"Then why did you come over here?" Carly stared at her. Sam rolled her eyes, there was no point in denying it anymore, she couldn't hide it from Spencer or Carly.

"I love him." Sam pointed her thumb at Spencer. Carly's jaw dropped as she looked between the brunette and blonde.

"I love her." Spencer pulled Sam closer.

"Oh, God." Carly walked over to the couch and dropped her head into her hands. Spencer stepped forward feeling the need to step up for Sam.

"There's no changing it now that it's out there, we tried, we tried so hard to deny our feelings for each other." He knelt down in front of his little sister.

"So hard." Sam piped in. Carly shook her head.

"Are you mad?" Sam asked.

"No. I guess if anyone I would want you two together. I was sick of seeing you with all those girls," Carly glanced at Spencer, "and you with all the parties, and one night stands." She looked up at Sam. "It was like you two were trying to find that perfect someone." Carly shrugged and stood up.

"But don't expect me to be all chill with you two making out in front of me or anything. At least not right now." She shook chills away and took her bag upstairs.

"Well on an awkward scale, I rate that a 7." Sam smiled.

"Come here." Spencer pulled her into a kiss and held her close to him.