


Spazzola

by Da God Cane



Category: iCarly
Genre: Humor, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2008-07-03
Updated: 2008-07-03
Packaged: 2013-06-21 08:07:41
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 501
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4369349/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1204135/Da-God-Cane
Summary: Sam and Carly are up at night and ham and water are in the equation. CarlySam, my first iCarly piece.





	Spazzola

_Spazzola_

"Hand it over…" Carly calls from the door, doing that special frown/smile of hers.

"…No…"

The blonde is hiding behind the couch, clutching a slice of-

"…ham Sam…"

"No, no, a word named 'no', a dog named 'no', and my personal favorite song-NO!

She holds the meat to her face lovingly, because Sam must protect her precious, precious ham.

After all, Carly-

"Usually never had a problem with my ham!" Sam whines stubbornly.

Silently edging across the room to grab her trusty spray bottle while the other girl is ducked down behind the couch, Carly grounds out, "Was it ever 2:30 a.m. when I was around you and your swine?"

"Well last week…" Sam trails off, recalling some far away memory…

"…yeah, that never actually did happen…" …that Carly confirms exists only in the confines of her friend's brain.

Sam kills the two hour thought process that's about to take place and says, "Point being, the swine is mine!"

And she finishes her taunt by leaning around the corner to stick her tongue out with her eyes closed in childish rebellion-

"Carly wait-"

"Drop it."

-to meet the business end of Carly's spray bottle.

Sam, after a through 2 second analysis of her predicament, came to the most ridiculously obvious conclusion that there was nothing she could do.

"Over my wet body!"

If, she, you know, wasn't Sam.

Carly didn't expect Sam to do such a…_Sam_ thing like that, lunging forward to grab her spray by the time she can bust (well aimed by Carly's standards) three shots of the water in her bottle, and pin her to the ground by the shoulders to the ground by her wrists.

They roll around the ground for a while, fighting for control of the spray before Sam (if somewhat predictably ends up on top. She just kind of sits there, and with her triumphant smirk and stuff, she manages to put both of Carly's arms above her head and snatch up the bottle to aim it at the dark haired girl.

"I win." She says simply, before she catches sight of Carly's eyes roaming around her torso, suddenly feels the draft around her damp and partly exposed abdomen, and realized that her shirt is clinging tightly to her body.

…_well aimed indeed_…

-

And so, for subtleties sake, the night ended there, suffice it to say that Spencer and Freddie got a rather disturbing shock (although rather less disturbing for Freddie) in the form of half eaten ham, an open spray bottle, and…

"OH MY GOD!"

"Spencer! Dude you need to breathe! Spen-whoa Sam's top is kind of…"

Two thuds hit the floor and that's how there were two unconscious boys on the floor, and two half naked girls lay against each other.

"You think they know?" mumbled Carly, eyes to closed to open.

_Nope…_

"…at least I think they don't…" murmured Sam from under Carly.


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