a/n: CAM. My favorite iCarly pairing. You probably won't see me do any other, though I'll never say never. Creddie is growing on me...
Would love a beta for this. No biggie though.

And I'm not sure I'll be continuing my HP fic. Not that anyone will be devastated. I just lost interest. Which probably isn't a good thing for my first fic, but...whatever.
HOKAY, SO: ....me. thanks.
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They're kissing.

They're kissing and all you can do is stare.

And it's not like you liked him or anything. Actually it's quite the opposite; the little dork has always gotten on your nerves. The way he's always drooling after her whenever she's around just pisses you off.
No, it wasn't her you felt jealousy towards, it was him.
A stab of pain runs through your core whenever you picture his hands running deftly down her body and stopping to rest on her hips.

And even if you and Freddie aren't the greatest of friends and she knows it, aren't you guys supposed to be laying awake analyzing it on nights when you sleep over? On nights like this?

But you're not.

She hasn't even mentioned the kiss, she acts like it never happened.
And of course, to you, it never did happen. She wasn't expecting you to come to her apartment, so when you came up to wait for her to come home, she never expected you to see them by the elevator, pressed so hard against the button panel that they were keeping the elevator indefinitely docked at Carly's level, which now, you realize, is the reason it wouldn't come down for you, and the reason you had to take the stairs, and the reason you were able to sneak back down without them seeing you.
Out the front door and onto the cold Seattle street, clutching the pieces of your broken heart in your trembling hands.

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And now you're laying on her floor, pretending to read a magazine while really sneaking glances up at her on her bed where she's doing her homework like the good kid she is.
You aren't really successful with your "sneaky" glances, and she's caught you several times. Each time she just gives you a small smile and returns to her books. Probably just thinks you're hungry. Or bored. Which you are-hungry-but certainly not bored because, well, you're with her, and you're never bored when you're with her.

She shuts her book and tucks some papers into a folder, nice and neat. She slowly pushes herself off the bed and steps over your lower back and even though she didn't touch you, it still sends waves rolling down your spine.

You're not even bothering with the magazine at this point; your eyes are following her to her desk where she puts her book down. She turns and notices you staring. Your eyes flicker down and you feel your cheeks burn. Caught again.
When youreeyes travel back up her body towards her face, you see the smile she's giving you. It's slightly confused but mostly just Carly.
It sends your heart racing.

As she makes her way back to her bed, she intentionally nudges your side with her toes, grinning at you and motioning for you to get up and into bed. You comply, scooting over to the edge of the bed so there's enough room for her. She gets in, but her bed's so small you'll be touching no matter what you do.

"You really should get a bigger bed, you know," you complain.

Well, if the bed were used by the person it was intended for, and only that person, it wouldn't be a problem, would it?" She quips.

"People"

"What?"

"People it was intended for. Meaning you and me. So really, it is a problem," you explain.

"It gets you to sleep with me doesn't it?

"True, true, I take it back, I love the bed," you joke back.

"Goodnight Sam," she says in a tone that suggests finality.

"Night Carls," you reply.

She shuts off the light, and it leaves you both laying on your backs in silence.

"So you kissed Freddie," you blurt out. God how you wish you would stop saying what's on your mind, it always gets you in trouble. Of course, you're always thinking about it, so it was bound to come out sometime.

"Sam-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" You question.

"Because," she sighs, "It just happened. And I wasn't sure. And...I told Freddie it wouldn't...it couldn't...happen again. I just wanted to forget it happened," She finishes. You can feel her turn her head on the pillow to look at you in the dark.

"Sam?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"I guess."

"You're mad..." She says, not a question.

"Not mad exactly, I'm just...hurt."

"That I kissed Freddie?" She asks in a confused voice.

Yes. "No, just that you didn't think you could tell me."

"Sam, I knew you'd be angry, I know you and Freddie have some...issues."

"Nah. I mean well, yeah, we do, but Freddie's an okay kid. I just think that if you haven't shown any interest in him all these years, why now? I don't want you to force yourself to like someone you don't."

"That's why I told him it wouldn't happen again. I was just...confused and I think I sort of used him to sort out my feelings."

"Oh. Did it work?" You ask.

"No not really. I'm still just as confused as I was then."

"Oh," It seems like that's the only word you can say tonight.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?" That's a start.

"No," she laughs out. You're slightly offended and she seems to sense this. "It's not that I don't want to talk to you Sam, it's just...I think this is something I need to sort through myself." she whispers.

You feel her hand on your elbow suddenly, and it's tracing down your arm to your hand. She laces your fingers together and you shiver. She squeezes your hand.

"Oh," Jesus, "Okay. G'night then."

"Sweet dreams Sam."

You fall asleep analyzing everything about the way she said your name, your hand still twined with hers.

Cool, cool. Short chapter, I know. I've never been able to crank out the long ones :P
I think I'll have a new chapter up soon, I have nothing else to do today.
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