ProfNigma Stories 4 Falling Pieces 4
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The music could be heard from two floors down, but since Carly Shay had been a model tenant since her br*ther left, no one really sought to complain. Besides, it was the teen's graduation night and one big party wasn't going to be the end of the world.
The Shay's apartment was filled with at least a hundred people, one of which being an increasingly inebriated Samantha Puckett. The blonde was dancing and devouring the snack plates that were set out by her web star best friend. Truth be told, as much celebration that was going on, Sam couldn't help but feel lost and confused about where life was going to go next.
Carly shared a very similar concern, of course. This would be the last summer that she would be spending with her friends, and while the friends had already addressed the end of their collective web show, filming the final episode a few days earlier, this was something much bigger.
Gibby seemed far beyond any concern about things changing in a big way. The eternally positive oddball was having a great time dancing with some hot girls in Carly's living room, while everyone prayed he would keep his shirt on for the rest of the night. He certainly was handling things a lot better than Sam or Carly, but that had more to do with how his worldview was far more simplistic. He knew he wasn't really college material and had already decided to focus on his restaurant instead of going any further. This became the obviously correct choice when he received an offer to make "Gibby's" a franchise restaurant and open up another in downtown Seattle.
It was a good thing that Gibby had just come into a ton of money since he volunteered to buy all the supplies for tonight's shindig. He really wanted to score brownie points with Carly since he knew that she was at least staying in town and he was still nursing a crush on his long-time friend.
Carly truly was excited for college but she was still a bit scared. The idea of separating from Freddie and Sam who had been there with her every step of her life it seemed overwhelmingly frightening. But she wanted to stay in Seattle and the two of them seemed pretty focused on heading down to California while she had received a scholarship from the University of Seattle. As she had begun her applications to schools, her fame seemed to precede her and she had quite a few choices in schools. After talking things over with Spencer, she had finally decided to stay close to home, and if she wanted to go further for grad school, she would.
After a whole lifetime of her br*ther being much more like a close friend than a guardian, he had become much more parental in his absence. The two would talk about real life troubles, and of course college. They would attempt to talk about relationships, but Carly kept that part of her life as under wraps as she could. Spencer on the other hand never seemed to be alone, as Amy was always nearby when they'd talk. She was almost positive that they were hiding something and she was praying that it was a 'we're engaged' kind of secret instead of the 'we're having a baby' varie-ty.
Carly and Sam locked eyes across the crowded room, and Carly did her best to pantomime the question of Freddie's whereabouts. Sam checked her watch and shrugged back at Carly as she dr*nkenly stumbled to collapse on the nearby couch. Sam was certainly in a wash lately, her feelings constantly in turmoil. She and Freddie were exceptionally close nowadays, but despite everything that Sam wanted, it never really went much past friendship. He helped her through school, helped write her admissions essay, and even gave her as much SAT help as he could. It was clear that Sam wanted Freddie and why, but she could never really understand why he was so focused on making sure she could continue to chase after him. For Sam, college should have been the moment that they split and learned to live their lives apart, but Freddie wanted Sam to remain close by.
Of course, Carly had her theories on why he did this, the most selfish of which was that he wanted a fall back if he and Jade didn't work. But his intentions seemed pure and Sam was just happy to be near him, so it was enough. Sam knew, though, that Freddie was with Jade, completely and he had even told Carly in private that he'd given Jade a ring. It wasn't an engagement or anything, but it was still symbolic of something huge.
Nearly twenty minutes later, Freddie finally arrived at the party. As expected, his mother had f*rced him to have dinner and spend time with all his relatives that he really didn't want to deal with. If there was one thing that Freddie Benson craved, it was an escape from his overbearing moth-er. He sauntered through the crowd as best as he could, sitting down next to the more than out of it Sam. He couldn't help but admire how beauti-ful she looked tonight, it was a sleeveless light green dress with dark blue splatters that ended a couple inches above her knee, and a window showing off her sternum and shapely cleavage.
"Hitting the sauce pretty hard tonight, eh?" he cautiously asked.
"What of it, Benson?"
"Not much… just wanted to make sure you're okay."
"Oh yeah," she said, stretching out a bit, "I'm dr*nk in Carly's apartment with a bunch of people with loud music while my ex-boyfriend sits here pitying me… how couldn't I be ok?"
"Sam, I don't-"
"Shut it, nub. Momma's tired and she really doesn't want to deal with you killing her buzz right now."
Sam got up woozily and headed through the crowd, before taking the stairs up to the bedrooms and studio. Freddie looked over at Carly as if to signal the question of what was wrong with her, but this time it was her turn to shrug as Freddie made his way toward the brunette. Carly was also looking amazing tonight, with a black and white cocktail dress with a tight black leather belt around her stomach, showing off her porcelain leg skin in contrast.
"Sam's pretty far gone… I miss something?"
"Not really, Freddie," Carly said, grabbing a drink of her own. "She's probably just upset about leaving school behind."
"Oh, yeah… desperately missing school, that's our Puckett, for sure."
"Fine," Carly said, crossing her arms, "Maybe she was upset because of you and whatever weird crap you and her have going on."
"We don't have any weird crap, Carly… She's just really down and I'm trying to be the best friend I can for her since I can't, you know, be more."
"Just… you know that she's in love with you… just don't lead Sam on. Everyone knows you're with Jade, but she's still holding out some serious hope for you to end up with her. Just be honest with her, ok?"
"I know… it’s not like I've strung her along. I'm just trying to look out for her, since, let's be honest, she doesn't really have anyone else."
The two friends shared an awkward silence as they tried to decide what to say next.
Directly above them, Sam was pacing a bit across the iCarly studio. No longer really set up for web show, it still felt like home despite the card-board boxes of equipment and props. Sam sighed as she fell back into the huge beanbag chair, and closed her eyes, trying to calm down and let her mind stop racing.
It's all Fredward's fault, she thought, him and his stupid perfect face and big brain. He acted like she was completely incapable of dealing with life without him. He boosted her SAT scores and essentially wrote her whole application for UCLA. He even bought her clothes to wear for her online college interview.
She just couldn't understand him. From what he had told her, and what she had seen with her own eyes months ago, he was in love with Jade and she was certainly crazy about him
Sam had never been so infuriated at a person as she was with Freddie. She was head over heels in love with him, and would crawl to the end of the earth for him, but some days she just wanted to strangle him. The middle ground had all but disappeared between them; she either wanted to rip all his clothes off and quench her body’s fire or rip all of his skin off or toss it in a fire. Tonight was moving steadily towards the latter, when she realized she couldn't quite hear the party as much.
The diluted sound came from the guests slowly heading out one by one until only a few people remained. Gibby was a bit dr*nk as he headed out the door with a girl on each arm, clearly enamoured with his surroundings. Being the only two left in the living room, Freddie and Carly headed up the stairs to check on Sam.
As they walked in, Sam did her best to fake being asl*ep but her friends saw through it in a matter of moments.
"You know you're a terrible actress, Sam…" Carly announced, tossing a bit of water on the fake sl*eper.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as the cold liquid hit her face, sitting up instantly as Freddie and Sam sat on either side of her. "Oh sure, guys, just sand-wich me in the chair that I clearly was already in."
"Don't even act like you didn't want company… we just killed the party so we could just hang out," Freddie said, stretching his arms out. "Just the three of us. Like old times…"
"You sound ridiculous, Freddie," Carly said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. "We aren't old people who haven't seen each other in years."
"You just don't understand nostalgia and sentimentality, Carly Shay," he responded sardonically, his arm reaching behind Sam and reaching Car-ly's exposed shoulder. Though they hardly shared romantic feelings like they used to, the touch of his hand on her bare skin awakened a number of memories for both.
Carly shifted uncomfortably from his hand, not because she didn't enjoy it, but because she didn't want to lose herself and someone make a mis-take. "Do you think we're better friends now than we were a couple years ago?"
"Why a couple years?"
"I don't know, Sam… I just kinda feel like some things have changed in the-"
"Since that night we all fucked?"
"Very eloquent, Sam…" Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Is that what you're talking about, though?"
"I guess," Carly said, tucking her hair behind her ears, nestling back into the seat and back against Freddie's hand. "Do you think it's made us bet-ter or… worse?"
"For me," Freddie said, clearly thinking about it, "I certainly think I'm better off, but as far as our friendship… I honestly just think it has become more complicated. Don't get me wrong, that night was one of the best days of my life and sharing something so… I don't know what the right word is here, so I'll just say magical, it was huge and I couldn't imagine my life without you guys."
"Yeah, I can't imagine that has anything to do with you screwing both of us."
"Do you always have to take the romance and the feeling out of everything, Sam?"
"I think Freddie has a point," Carly interrupted. "I mean, we all lost our virginities to each other… that's a big deal. I mean, I love you guys. Both of you. And while I think what we did kinda f*rced us to grow up a lot, it was probably necessary. Nobody can really stay a k*d forever. And maybe growing up has put us at odds with each other and put us through a lot. I mean, I went from the innocent one to the sex fiend bisexual to the introvert, and now that Spencer's gone, I really feel like an adult. And I'm happy."
"Well, whoop de doo for you, Carls."
"Sam, don't be a downer… you told me yourself that you felt like you were reborn and a new girl after that night. And that it was the greatest mo-ment of your life."
"Fine, Shay, jeez…" Sam said, muttering. "I said that stuff yeah, but let's look at the last year for me- I got a boyfriend, realized I was in love, got dumped, found a new boyfriend, he was a douchebag and again I was dumped, the guy I loved fell for someone else, I screwed your br*ther, Fred-die and I got back together, and he drops me the moment Stripperella comes back into the picture, then I got dragged down to LA by you people, had crazy dreams and needlessly slept with the guy I love who loves someone else, who now thinks he has to look after me. So, yeah… where's the good I should be seeing?"
"You're going to a good college with friends and you should be happy that you have people there for you."
"Can it, Freddie… I know you're just keeping me around as a second option when you and Jade have issues. Because you know I'd kill to be with you again."
"Sam… we've talked about this. I want you to seriously be by my side, but we're friends, and that's all we can be right now."
"See?!" Sam shouted, sitting up to see if Carly was getting this too. "Lines like that. Saying 'not right now' implies that there is a time that it could happen, and you know I'm just weak enough to cling to that possibility. You're manipulating and using me."
"Sam... I'm not-"
"Sam's not wrong, Freddie," Carly interjected. "Whether you mean to or not, she's in this tight with you and you need to either set her free or give her what she wants."
"I can't do either one, and you both know that. I refuse to lose Sam from my life because I love her, just like I don't ever want to lose you, Carly, because you mean so much to me. But I can't cheat on Jade... at least no more than we are allowed."
"Whoa…" Carly said, sitting up with a start "What was that last part?"
Sam started to speak, but realizing that she would incriminate herself, she decided just to look to Freddie.
"What I mean is… we kinda agreed that there were people we could be with without cheating. The pretty girl in LA, Tori, is hers and I kinda said Sam was mine."
Carly burst up from the beanbag and looked down at the two, "So you two have been fooling around?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Because it was none of your business," Sam snapped, clearly embarrassed.
"I'd say it was and it certainly proves the keeping her around point. Sam, how long has this been going on?"
"Since we got back from the trip… usually we just spend time together but a few times, we have actually, you know… done stuff."
"It's just for comfort," Freddie said quickly. "I love Sam and I know she loves me so we explore our wants and interests together. There's nothing wrong with that… and she's never complained."
"Except the part where she's drinking herself into a stupor all the time to deal with the guilt of making you cheat, you selfish asshole, and being involved with someone she knows is more interested in another person. What you're doing Freddie is practically pity sex."
"I wouldn't go that far. I mean, I won't deny that I enjoy our time together, and I honestly think it has kept me sane in dealing with everything."
"And I ask again, Freddie, what about Sam? Can you not see what you've turned her into?"
"I can defend myself, Carly," Sam muttered, staring at the floor. "I wanted this thing with him. I needed him. I still do, honestly. And you can't take the high ground here either… you cheated on my s*ster with Cat. And you don't even know what sex you want!"
"Yes I do!" Carly shouted back. "I like them both. I'm not going to limit myself into choosing one type of person to be with. I am sexually plia-ble."
"Oh my god, that's the stupidest fucking I've ever heard," Sam laughed.
"It's also a bit pretentious," Freddie added.
"Don't turn this shit around on me... we are talking about you two and all your secrets. Anything else I should know?"
"You shouldn't have even heard about that one!" Sam muttered, crossing her arms and muttering.
"So if you and Freddie have been getting it on, why have you been so withdrawn and such a bitch lately?"
"Carly, that's just-"
"I can answer my own questions, Freddie… Fuck. I don't know. He told me that the college stuff wasn't going to be easy so I guess I've spent more time with him to prepare, you know? And I guess, knowing the end of iCarly, which was literally our lives for years, which we all knew was com-ing kinda bummed me too. I feel like my whole life is changing and I have literally no control over any part of it. And maybe," Sam was clearly drawing fully from her emotions now, "the biggest issue is that I honestly don't care that I have no control. So I just do shit in the meantime."
"That kinda sounds like your mom-"
The speed of Sam's hand against Freddie's cheek, stopping his sentence cold, was near supersonic. Her eyes blazed hatred into his as his skin be-gan to sizzle from her assault.
"Alright…" Carly said, backing up. "Clearly that was not the right thing to say…"
"Goddamn right it wasn't."
"But he isn't wrong, Sam… that sounds like something your mom would do, y'know? She's for sure the type to dive into a bottle and something stupid than deal with reality."
Sam wasn't going to attack Carly, but she certainly thought about it. Her bl*od boiled with anger at her friends that slowly began to turn into self-hatred. She wanted to say something but the words just weren't coming.
Freddie motioned to Carly and the two friends wrapped their arms around Sam, holding her tight while Sam cried her pain away. He knew it wasn't the right time, but holding his dearest friends this close and seeing them look so beautiful, he couldn't help but think about the three of them to-gether.
As they stood there, Carly thought something very similar, as if experiencing something like their first night all over again would make them all feel better. But she had no idea how to word it.
Sam's head was pounding, between the emotions and the alcohol, and she didn't know why she did it, but when she felt Carly's head against hers as the three teens held each other, she felt a compulsion. Her head turned towards her brunette best friend, and their lips met.
The kiss unfortunately only lasted a few seconds, as Carly was completely surprised by her actions, pulling away and looking confused, knowing that there was no simple explanation to this.
Another second and Carly would have not only responded but she probably would have let it happen, but they didn't get another second. The look on Carly's face, and the confusion in Freddie's as to what was with the two girls, was too much for Sam and she bolted from the studio, and raced out of the apartment.
"Should we go after her?" Freddie asked, ready to move.
"I don't think so… She probably just needs some time to vent."
"Did she really just try and kiss you?"
"Yeah… I guess," Carly said, turning back towards Freddie. "The bad thing is I kinda wanted her to… Part of me when we started talking about that night wanted us to relive it again, you know…"
"I was actually kinda feeling the same way, believe it or not… seemed kinda appropriate. Not sure how it would have gone over with Jade, but knowing her, she'd only wish she could join. The girl is… something."
"Yeah, I kinda gathered that. What's her deal, by the way?"
"Her deal?" Freddie asked, almost looking offended.
"You know what I mean… something seems really... off about her. At Christmas, she seemed very different compared to the way she was last sum-mer."
"She's just…" Freddie tried to find the right words to describe his girlfriend. "Jade's really complicated, and she tends to go a bit overboard, but she loves me, and that's something that means a lot to me."
"I meant with all the sexual stuff. Like you two go at it, like every time you guys are in the same room. And opening that up so she can sl*ep with another girl… and you with Sam. Doesn't that strike you as something wrong?"
"She's every man's fantasy?"
"Exactly… You know that can't be good, Freddie. That's not normal."
"We just understand that each other has needs that we can't really share since we are so far apart, so allowing us to feel those things is a way of dealing. We've already agreed that once we get back together at college that we won't be doing this extra stuff. It'll just be her and I."
"And you think she would just be ok with you fooling around with your ex-girlfriend and her best friend? You sure you're not just being really selfish?"
"Honestly, I stand by what I said about her being fine with it, but I guess I would have to check with her on the subject if it ever happened," he responded, completely missing Carly's message.
Carly wanted this to go in another direction, but Sam was gone now and it wouldn't feel right without her, so she decided to just let it go. "That would be an interesting day, for sure."
This was the most awkward things had been between Freddie and Carly in what felt like forever. It was more than obvious that they wanted each other in a bad way, but neither was making a move, only flirting with it.
"Guess I better get back home… Mom's working the night shift tonight."
Freddie moved towards the door when he felt Carly's arm on his shoulder.
"You know you don't have to go home…" she said, trying her best not to sound seductive though it was hard not to. "You could spend the night here. I wouldn't hate not being alone after all the stuff today. And before you say a word, it’s nothing sexual… I was going to have Sam stay over anyway."
"You know this is a pretty bad idea, right, Carly?" he said, taking a deep breath. "We both really want something to happen between us and spend-ing the night together won't help with that."
"Please… at least just stay until I fall asl*ep."
"Fine… Looks like you win once again, Carly Shay."
"I won?" she asked, smirking as she led Freddie to her bedroom. "You're the one who’s sharing a bed with a naked girl."
"Naked? I thought-"
"I told you this wasn't sexual… I never said it wouldn't be awkward. You're welcome to join me in the nakedness."
Freddie looked up at the sky as if to ask some deity how in the world he kept getting into these types of things, but quickly shifted his gaze as he saw Carly unzipping her dress, and he admired her nubile body as he turned out the lights in the studio and followed Carly into what would no doubt be a huge mistake.
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