summary: Carly confessing her love for Y/N while she's in a panicky state, like a typical awkward highschool confession.
contains: -swearing
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After what seemed like hours of walking through dark unknown streets, my legs seemed numb and they dragged on the floor hopelessly. I lazily walked behind the three 'iCarlys', Sam kept groaning and complaining to Carly, and Freddie held his throbbing eye in pain. We were previously ditched my two Japanese comedians who my friends and were supposed to compete against in the iWeb awards, they were taking us shopping before the reward show, but they faked running out gas, had a fake fight and faked giving us a gift and then ditched us. I let out a big sigh which seemed to catch Carlys attention. Her head turned around to me then she slowed down her pace to walk next to me, the girl looked at me hopelessly, the positive things she said earlier to help us not lose hope seemed like they had been completely erased from her mind.
"You okay?" Carly asked while walking next to me.
"As okay as I can be," I sighed, "I mean I rather die with my friends than alone in the middle of Tokyo."
"We aren't going to die here," she said holding my arm.
I look at her hand which held my wrist then looked up to her, as soon as our eyes met we both immediately looked away and I felt Carlys hand get sweaty on my wrist. I get flustered around Carly over slightest of things and it was only last week that my dumbass realised it was a crush.
"So do you regret coming to Tokyo with us?" Carly asked, breaking the natural silence between us.
"Oh yeah, I regretted coming here when we had to jump off a fucking plane into the middle of a desert!" I complained, raising my voice a bit.
She looked at me again with a small smile on her face and wide eyes.
"Sorry," I apologised, my tone contrasting from my previous one.
"It's cool."
Carly's hand inconspicuously moved down to my sweaty (but cold) hand, my full attention was on her hand, even if it moved the slightest i could notice it. Her hands were soft and her nails scratched nicely across my skin each time she dragged her thumb across the back of my hand; the silver bangles on her wrist were cold and touched my wrist every once in a while as our hands swayed together.
"Y/n, I was actually going to ask you something before we came here, but I just didn't have the time," Carly explained shyly, "the side of the street isn't the ideal place to do this, but i don't know when i'll have this confidence again."
I silently nodded, my heart dropped to my stomach like when my mom calls on me with my full name to speak with me.
"So, I really like you, I have for ages," the webstar said, lowering her voice, keeping it just between us two, "Would you want to be my girlfriend?"
Slowly smiling, I look at her. The way she bit down on her lip holding our gaze as she waited for my answer made my smile grow. I looked away blushing and hid my face in my hands like I always do.
"Yep, yes, I would like that," I reply awkwardly, my voice being slightly muffled in my hands, "I like you too."
Taking my hands away from my face I noticed I let go of Carlys hand which she was now starting to pick at.
"Sorry," I mumbled, looking down at her hand again.
She giggled, hovering her hand in the middle of us, "I like you, but stop apologising for the dumbest things."
I wipe my hand on my pants before grasping Carlys hand again, letting our fingers entwine in each other's this time. I look forward again finally noticing how far behind the two of us were, luckily Sam and Freddie were too busy arguing to notice, typical.
