Another word challenge story. The words my friend gave me were a picture, a chocolate cake and negotiation.
It took me waaay to long to finish this story.
This will be 6 chapters long. I just have to finish the last one.

If you find any mistakes, please, do tell me and I'll try to fix them.

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Picture Perfect

a Chocolate Cake

Snap. The sound of a picture being taken sounded through the room. Snap, another one. Snap, snap. This went on for several minutes. The pictures all showed the same. A blond girl. She was asleep and slightly snoring. This on itself wasn't very strange of course. What made it strange was the fact that she had fallen asleep while eating soup. Her spoon was still floating in mid-air while her mouth was wide open. To make it even weirder, this girl we're talking about is the food loving Sam Puckett. She lived for food, especially ham, and now she had simply fallen asleep while eating. Therefore it shouldn't surprise you that when Sam's best friend, Carly Shay entered her apartment and saw Sam sleeping while sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of soup, she just had to take a few pictures. She would have filmed it, but her brother Spencer had turned the movie camera into a squirrel. So, she had quickly grabbed her photo camera and made several pictures of sleeping Sam, then she quietly sneaked upstairs to her room and let Sam sleep.

Sam woke up ten minutes later. She noticed no one was around and grabbed some bacon from the fridge. 'I'm sure Carly wouldn't mind it if I borrowed some money from her to buy a smoothie. I'll even bring one for her.' She mumbled, put Carly's money in her pocket and left to get a smoothie, her soup forgotten. Meanwhile Carly had transferred the pictures on her computer and printed most of them. She grabbed a box from the bottom of her closet and put it on her bed. The box contained five large books. They were numbered 1-5 and with Carly & Sam written on the cover with black ballpoint. She pulled number 5 out of the box and placed it on her lap. She carefully opened it. She looked at a few pages. They were covered with pictures of her best friend. Now and then she would be in the picture as well, but mostly Sam was in them. Some pictures were blurry, others showed only a part of Sam such as a feet or Sam's left index finger. Not that it mattered of course. Carly loved every part of Sam. She'd never tell, but Carly Shay was deeply in love with Sam Puckett.

She couldn't remember when she had started falling for Sam, but by the time she had realised it she had already fallen too deep. In order to control these new feelings she'd started taking pictures. She'd take a picture of Sam's half eaten spaghetti taco or the ballpoint Sam had used to draw with during maths. She was very proud of her "collection". It had taken quite some time to fill four books with photos. Her fifth book was almost full. There were still a few pages left. At first she would take two à three pictures in a week, but as the years went by she got more and more trouble controlling her feelings. Within a year she'd begun taking pictures of Sam herself. Another year later she had bought her own photo camera and always carried it with her. Even in bed 'cause she never knew when Sam would visit her in the middle of the night and crawl in bed with her. The few times that had happened she had left her camera downstairs and she didn't want that to happen again. After all, those were the best pictures. Sam in the same bed with her. It couldn't possibly become any better than that. Unfortunately, Sam hadn't stayed over for quite some time now. So Carly hadn't been able to take that picture yet. However, Carly was determined to get that picture. It would be the ultimate picture. It would complete her "collection". Well, the almost ultimate picture. On the real ultimate picture Sam would kiss Carly, but it was very unlikely that would ever happen.

Of course, Sam didn't know anything about her "collection" and Carly wanted to keep it that way. If Sam ever found out she'd be doomed. Every now and then Sam would ask her why she kept carrying her camera with her, but she would say it was her new hobby. Sam always believed her. Some people might consider Carly's behaviour weird or creepy. Some would even say she was a stalker. Personally, Carly considered herself just a normal teenager who happened to be in love their best friend and with an unusual way of dealing with it.

Carly looked at a picture of Sam. She was grinning widely in to the camera, her eyes glittering with mischief. She remembered the day she had taken this picture.

Flashback:
It was a cold rainy day in September. She, Sam and Freddie were working on the upcoming show for iCarly. Well, actually she and Freddie had been trying to come up with some good ideas while Sam had been eating anything she could get her hands on. After a few hours Freddie offered to get them something to drink and went downstairs. The moment the lift closed Sam turned to Carly and told her about her brilliant plan to prank Freddie. The plan was very simple. Just an classic old joke. Place a bucket on top of the door. Only this time the bucket wasn't filled with water, but with smashed tomatoes and rice. Once the trap was set she grinned widely at Carly. That's when she took the picture. A few minutes later Freddie came back with their drinks. He opened the door and the bucket fell, its content drenching over his head and clothes. Sam was gasping for breath and clutching her stomach with laughter. Carly had to suppress a smile herself. Freddie didn't find it that amusing and went home to take a shower.

Carly smiled at the thought. She never tried to stop Sam's pranking when Freddie wasn't around. She liked them because whenever Sam planned another prank she would get this adorable frown which Carly just couldn't resist. She loved it. She gave the picture one last glance and skipped to an empty page. She carefully picked up her newest pictures , selected the three best and placed them in the book. 'Sam is so cute when she's sleeping.' She thought dreamily. The sound of a door slamming shut startled her from her thoughts.

'Carls? You here? I've got you a smoothie!' Sam yelled and Carly heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She started to panic. 'Oh no! I have to hide everything before Sam sees it!' She quickly gathered her stuff and hid everything in her closet. Just as she was about to close her it the door flew open and in the doorway stood Sam. Carly shrieked and slammed the closet shut. Trying to look relaxed she leaned against her closet.
'Hey Sam, didn't hear you coming.' She lied.
A smirk made its way on Sam's face. 'I think you did hear me. You've never been a good liar. So, tell me Carls, what were you hiding in there?' She said while slowly walking towards Carly.
'Nothing!' She said, her voice raising.
'What did you do? Have you finally done something bad? Oh, I'm so proud of you!'
'Sam! No, it's nothing. Forget it. Why don't we go downstairs and get you some bacon?'
'How tempting that may sound, you won't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I already ate all your bacon.'
'Sam! Spencer needed it for supper.' She sighted. 'Alright, so what if we go get some chocolate cake by Galini's?' She tried.
'Nah, I think I'd rather stay here and see what you're hiding in that closet of yours.' Sam said and started walking towards the closet.
'I'll, uhm, I'll make one myself!' She said in panic.
Sam stopped walking. 'Ah, now we're talking! Maybe I can wait exploring that closet. ' She took a minute to think it over. 'On one condition. I get to say what we're gonna do afterwards.'
'Deal!' Carly said immediately. She grabbed Sam by her wrist and dragged her downstairs.

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