Fic: Study Date
Title: Study Date
Author: easybeing_green
Pairing: Carly/Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of iCarly
Summary: Carly and Sam approach studying in different ways...
A/N: Ok, this is a super big first for me, and I'm not quite sure how it turned out, but I hope people like it? Also, the only way I can do anything in iCarly with characters besides Spencer is to make them older, because I just get creeped out and feel weird, so I imagine them in about 11th grade here. Oh, also, this is for the Fic Promt: Key.
Carly was bending over her open text book and notes, nervously tapping her pencil on the coffee table as her teeth attacked her fingernails. Sam was sprawled out on the couch next her, head tilted back as she sprayed cheez wiz in her mouth. Carly turned to look at her, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her face.
“How are you not freaking out right now? This test is huge! I’m smart and I’m freaking out! You should be freaking with me!”
The only response Carly got was an open mouthful of cheez wiz.
“Ew,” Carly said as she shook her head and returned to her notes. After a few more moments, Carly spun back towards Sam. “Why won’t you freak?!”
“Carls, relax.”
“Why should I relax?”
“Because…” Sam said wily as she raised an eyebrow and sat up to pull something out of her back pocket. “I have this.” Very satisfied with herself, Sam handed the half sheet of paper she had taken out of her pocket over to Carly.
“What’s this?” As Carly examined the paper, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Sam! You can’t use this!”
“Why not? It was just sittin’, ya know, inside the teacher’s locked desk. It was practically begging to be taken.”
“Sam,” Carly said again, sternly this time. “You cannot use the answer key. That’s cheating.”
“Eh, well, I’ve already got lying and stealing down, so I figured ‘eh, what the hell.’”
“Sam! This is horrible. I’m getting rid of it.” Carly stood up and made to go to the trashcan in the kitchen, but Sam bolted up and grabbed her by the arm to halt her.
“What? No, I need that!”
“No you don’t. You’re going to study with me.”
Sam snorted and Carly began walking towards the kitchen again.
“Carly, no!” Sam attacked Carly from behind and tried to grab the key back. Carly broke free, ripped the paper in several pieces, and promptly shoved them in her mouth, looking at Sam proudly after. Sam froze with her mouth open. “You didn’t.” Carly spit the pieces on the floor. Sam dropped the floor, on the brink of tears. “No, nonono. Maybe, maybe I can put it back together!” Sam said through overdramatic sobs. She began picking up the pieces but dropped them when the sogginess made them tear more. “Ooow, they’re all ruined with your spit.”
Carly folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, what, my spits gross now?”
Sam dejectedly stood up with slumped shoulders. “No, of course not, it’s just…why’d ya have to do that?” she whined.
“Because it’s not right. Come on,” Carly said as she took Sam by the hand and led them back to the couch. “We’re going to study together. It’ll be fun.” She sat down on the couch, pulling Sam with her.
Sam recoiled and raised an eyebrow skeptically at Carly. “How could it be fun?”
“Because,” Carly began as she sent that seductive grin of hers Sam’s way. “We’re going to make things interesting.”
Sam suddenly perked up like a little puppy. She reached for Carly’s book and tossed it in her lap as she said, “Go!”
Author: easybeing_green
Pairing: Carly/Sam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of iCarly
Summary: Carly and Sam approach studying in different ways...
A/N: Ok, this is a super big first for me, and I'm not quite sure how it turned out, but I hope people like it? Also, the only way I can do anything in iCarly with characters besides Spencer is to make them older, because I just get creeped out and feel weird, so I imagine them in about 11th grade here. Oh, also, this is for the Fic Promt: Key.
Carly was bending over her open text book and notes, nervously tapping her pencil on the coffee table as her teeth attacked her fingernails. Sam was sprawled out on the couch next her, head tilted back as she sprayed cheez wiz in her mouth. Carly turned to look at her, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her face.
“How are you not freaking out right now? This test is huge! I’m smart and I’m freaking out! You should be freaking with me!”
The only response Carly got was an open mouthful of cheez wiz.
“Ew,” Carly said as she shook her head and returned to her notes. After a few more moments, Carly spun back towards Sam. “Why won’t you freak?!”
“Carls, relax.”
“Why should I relax?”
“Because…” Sam said wily as she raised an eyebrow and sat up to pull something out of her back pocket. “I have this.” Very satisfied with herself, Sam handed the half sheet of paper she had taken out of her pocket over to Carly.
“What’s this?” As Carly examined the paper, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “Sam! You can’t use this!”
“Why not? It was just sittin’, ya know, inside the teacher’s locked desk. It was practically begging to be taken.”
“Sam,” Carly said again, sternly this time. “You cannot use the answer key. That’s cheating.”
“Eh, well, I’ve already got lying and stealing down, so I figured ‘eh, what the hell.’”
“Sam! This is horrible. I’m getting rid of it.” Carly stood up and made to go to the trashcan in the kitchen, but Sam bolted up and grabbed her by the arm to halt her.
“What? No, I need that!”
“No you don’t. You’re going to study with me.”
Sam snorted and Carly began walking towards the kitchen again.
“Carly, no!” Sam attacked Carly from behind and tried to grab the key back. Carly broke free, ripped the paper in several pieces, and promptly shoved them in her mouth, looking at Sam proudly after. Sam froze with her mouth open. “You didn’t.” Carly spit the pieces on the floor. Sam dropped the floor, on the brink of tears. “No, nonono. Maybe, maybe I can put it back together!” Sam said through overdramatic sobs. She began picking up the pieces but dropped them when the sogginess made them tear more. “Ooow, they’re all ruined with your spit.”
Carly folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, what, my spits gross now?”
Sam dejectedly stood up with slumped shoulders. “No, of course not, it’s just…why’d ya have to do that?” she whined.
“Because it’s not right. Come on,” Carly said as she took Sam by the hand and led them back to the couch. “We’re going to study together. It’ll be fun.” She sat down on the couch, pulling Sam with her.
Sam recoiled and raised an eyebrow skeptically at Carly. “How could it be fun?”
“Because,” Carly began as she sent that seductive grin of hers Sam’s way. “We’re going to make things interesting.”
Sam suddenly perked up like a little puppy. She reached for Carly’s book and tossed it in her lap as she said, “Go!”