iMake The Straight G irls Go Gay
Title: iMake The Straight G irls Go Gay
Pairing: Carly/Shelby
Summery: One day Carly, Sam, and Freddie went to a fair in Salem. Because of Spencer taking the wrong ride though, they end up there at around midnight. And guess who's there? Shelby.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. The song "Good G irls Gone Bad" was stuck in my head (unfortunately) and then I thought of that for a title. XD I don't own iCarly. 278 words.
Sam, Freddie, Spencer, and Carly finally arrived at the Salem Fair.
"I bet they're not even open anymore," Freddie complained.
"Hello, can I help you?" a ticket lady asked, bored.
"Hi, is it still opened?" Spencer gave her their tickets.
"Yeah, but it closes at 8:30."
"It's midnight," Freddie said.
"Yeah yeah, I get paid either way."
Carly saw Shelby next to a ride called the Tilt-a-whirl. Shelby was just standing there fighting a guy for what was probably the billionth time. "Umm... I'll be right back." She walked over to Shelby, fixing her hair on the way.
"Aww!" Freddie said. "But I was going to ask her to go on the Tilt-a-whirl beside me."
"Carly will never love you," Sam said for what was probably the billionth time as well.
Carly waited until Shelby had the boy on the ground to finally speak. "Hi Shelby."
"Oh, hi Carly," Shelby gave the guy a punch in the face just when he was about to get up.
"So, I didn't know you were here..."
"Yep," Shelby nodded. "After fighting you, everybody wanted me to give them a lesson on how to fight."
"Well that's... nice. So, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why do you fight boys?"
Shelby sighed. "You know why I fight boys? Because it's a way of getting my anger at them out. And besides, after all my experiences, I prefer... umm... g irls."
"Really?" Carly asked, surprised she was so open to say that. "Well... umm... I do too." She was surprised those words had just come out of her mouth, but, without really thinking, she grabbed Shelby's lips and put them on hers. Meanwhile, Shelby punched the guy in the face again.
"Told ya!" Sam said to Freddie, biting a piece of ham.
Pairing: Carly/Shelby
Summery: One day Carly, Sam, and Freddie went to a fair in Salem. Because of Spencer taking the wrong ride though, they end up there at around midnight. And guess who's there? Shelby.
Author's Notes: I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. The song "Good G irls Gone Bad" was stuck in my head (unfortunately) and then I thought of that for a title. XD I don't own iCarly. 278 words.
Sam, Freddie, Spencer, and Carly finally arrived at the Salem Fair.
"I bet they're not even open anymore," Freddie complained.
"Hello, can I help you?" a ticket lady asked, bored.
"Hi, is it still opened?" Spencer gave her their tickets.
"Yeah, but it closes at 8:30."
"It's midnight," Freddie said.
"Yeah yeah, I get paid either way."
Carly saw Shelby next to a ride called the Tilt-a-whirl. Shelby was just standing there fighting a guy for what was probably the billionth time. "Umm... I'll be right back." She walked over to Shelby, fixing her hair on the way.
"Aww!" Freddie said. "But I was going to ask her to go on the Tilt-a-whirl beside me."
"Carly will never love you," Sam said for what was probably the billionth time as well.
Carly waited until Shelby had the boy on the ground to finally speak. "Hi Shelby."
"Oh, hi Carly," Shelby gave the guy a punch in the face just when he was about to get up.
"So, I didn't know you were here..."
"Yep," Shelby nodded. "After fighting you, everybody wanted me to give them a lesson on how to fight."
"Well that's... nice. So, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why do you fight boys?"
Shelby sighed. "You know why I fight boys? Because it's a way of getting my anger at them out. And besides, after all my experiences, I prefer... umm... g irls."
"Really?" Carly asked, surprised she was so open to say that. "Well... umm... I do too." She was surprised those words had just come out of her mouth, but, without really thinking, she grabbed Shelby's lips and put them on hers. Meanwhile, Shelby punched the guy in the face again.
"Told ya!" Sam said to Freddie, biting a piece of ham.