A/N: So, as promised, I got this done as soon as I could. I've also been playing around with the next chapter of my other story, so watch out for that. I'm still not really sure that I'll be finishing that one, honestly. I also made a point to make this chapter longer, so you better be grateful!

Last night, they fought. It was actually the first night they have gone to bed mad at each other, ever. Now, the brunette lays awake, back facing her lover whom, in her sleep, was much more docile than she was the night before.

Carly thinks to herself, while the darkness shields her, that Sam is not having nearly as much trouble sleeping as she. As usual. Not trying to focus on that, Carly takes a breath to clear her mind.

"For the last time, Carly. I was not flirting with that freshman. She only wanted to see my tattoo."

"Right, and I guess her fingers just ghosted over your abs to help her get a better look at it."

The blonde looks tiredly at her girlfriend, frowning. "Cupcake, goodnight." Sam simply turns around to face away from Carly and covers herself with blanket.

A moment goes by, and the brunette is just staring at the air around Sam where the last scene just took place. Did Sam really think she could just go to sleep? But, that wasn't right, was it? Wasn't that against some rule? Carly places a tentative hand on Sam's shoulder.

"We can't go to bed mad at each other."

Sam snorts, causing Carly to frown. "I don't remember that being one of the ten commandments, and even if it were, I'm not Jewish. Good night."

"You're being childish."

"I don't want to get into this tonight, cupcake."

"Well, too bad, we are!"

"Fine!" Sam sits up, facing her girlfriend. "Carly, you need to stop being jealous of other girls," the blonde nearly blurts, now appearing even more irritated than before. "This isn't the first time we've argued about this kind of thing, and honestly, we need to move passed this."

"Sam, maybe I wouldn't have to feel this way if you weren't so flirtatious," Carly fires back, arms now crossed over her chest.

The blonde arches a brow. "You think I'm flirtatious?" She appears genuinely surprised, and feels a little hurt.

"I do," the brunette confirms.

Sam doesn't say anything, but its clear by the look on her face that the gears are turning in her head.

"What are you thinking?" Carly questions tentatively. All she gets in response is a shrug. "Fine, if you don't want to talk, I'll just wait until you do."

Closing her eyes for a moment, Sam sucks in a deep breath. When she exhales, she tries to convince herself that it helped relax her. Instead, she only becomes more aware of how tired she is. "Cupcake, why can't we just talk about this tomorrow?"

"Sam."

"Fine! I'm not mad anymore, if that's what you want from me."

"That's not what I want."

The blonde groans, irritated. Not only with her girlfriend, but with herself for letting this dispute get so far so late at night. She was tired, and she could feel her nicotine craving itching upon her, since her girlfriend had mandated that she cut down on her cigarette intake. It was definitely a bad time, and Sam didn't want to snap at her girlfriend, especially over this.

"I'm going to bed, Carly," Sam announces, plopping down onto the bed with her head snuggling against the pillow. "Love you."

At first, Carly thinks that Sam is simply being dramatic, but when all other attempts to communicate fell on deaf ears and Sam actually managed to fall asleep with relative ease, it was obvious that there would be no more conversation for the night. Left with no other options, Carly eventually lays down and falls into a fitful sleep herself.

Sighing in frustration, the memory only serves to bring back negative feelings. So much for clearing her mind, Carly muses to herself. She glances over at Sam and wondered how after last night, she could sleep so soundly.

Almost as if sensing her lover's thoughts, the blonde female stirs, waking slowly. Blue eyes greet Carly and she can't help but brush a lock of blonde curls out of her girlfriend's face - her hand moves of it's own accord.

Sitting up, Sam rubs the sleep from her eyes drowsily. "Are you still mad at me?" she asks.

The brunette has to consciously will herself not to be swayed by the blonde's overt adorable charm. "Yeah, kinda," she responded.

Crestfallen, Sam bites onto her bottom lip. "Oh."

"You just dropped asleep in the middle of our discussion."

Shifting uncomfortably, Sam doesn't say anything. She glances at her pack of cigarettes sitting on the bedside table.

Carly sighs, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Go smoke. I'm going to start getting ready for school."

Sam's eyes dart to the clock beside the bed. "Isn't it too early? Come with me onto the fire escape."

Shrugging, Carly looks at the clock, too. It really was too early to justify getting ready. But, that didn't mean she wanted to go with Sam. "How about I just catch up with you at school?"

This makes the blonde's eyes widen. "You want me to leave?"

Carly feels bad seeing Sam's expression so pitiful, so she removes herself from the bed and walks over to her dresser. "Maybe we're saturating each other, Sam."

When the words sink in properly, Sam squints at her girlfriend's back. Carly was busy rifling through her bra drawer, and she was dressed in nothing more than a large t-shirt and panties. "And maybe there's a pot of gold at the end of every fucking rainbow," she replies in a voice just loud enough to be heard from across the room. The hurt in her voice was plainly evident. She stands, grabbing her cigarettes, cell phone, backpack, and she's out the window before Carly can turn around to see the tears that were threatening to spill.

A/N: As usual, review or die.