I'm Not Sorry

Sam and Freddie, two people who couldn't be any more different from one another and yet, who couldn't be any similar.

An awkward feeling lingered in the air, as they were sitting on a table in the Groovy Smoothie, looking anywhere but into one another's face and were avoiding eye contact. They had nothing to say and yet, there was so much left unsaid.

Sam fiddled with the straw in her almost empty smoothie, pretending to find everything more interesting than the boy who was sitting opposite from her but secretly stealing some glances from the corner of her eyes.

Freddie scratched slowly his neck - over and over. He cleared his throat and turned his back finally completely to her, scared that she might could read his mind if she'd see his face.

"Okay," The loud slam of the smoothie-cup on the table, tored both of them out of their deep thoughts. They looked simultaneously up.

Carly flashed them a smile, before she sat down. "So what are we going to do on the weekend? I'd like to watch movies!" She told her friends and shook the smoothie lightly in her hand out of habit.

"Fine," Retorted Freddie with a shrug. His rough glances shifted over to the blonde girl, before they found their way back to the brunette girl. "But no horror movies."

Sam knew what he was up to; He was trying to take all the fun in everything. Because if she couldn't be with him, then she couldn't be happy.

"And no Galaxy Wars!" Sam gave back, but with much more force than him.

'Anything you do, I can do better', Freddie read the message, which was coming from her eyes. He was sure, it was a challenge.

Carly sighed. They were not coming to a decision - in any aspect.

She took a deep breathe and her glances jumped between her two best friends. "Well, then let's watch what I want.." She decided, before taking a sip from her smoothie.

And now both, the other girl and the boy shuddered at the thought of watching chick-flicks the whole weekend. They could already see themselves laying on the couch and bored to death.

Just then, Gibby walked in and for some reasons caught Sam's eyes. He was Freddie's and Sam's lifesaver at that time.

"Why don't we watch what Gibby wants?" Sam suggested, her eyes beaming at Carly. She could always blackmail Gibby into watching horror movies and score off Freddie.

Freddie nodded quickly in agreement, for once.

Carly gave her an odd look, turning around - just to see Gibby argumenting with a daisy he held in his hand.

She faced her friends again and frowned. "You really wanna see 'the little garden-gnome and his friends'?" Carly asked, not trusting her own ears.

Freddie and Sam exchanged looks, agreeing on working together for now with just one glance.

"Uh, yeah.." Freddie answered uneasily for both, shrugging lightly.

Sam sighed briefly, looking at Freddie, then back to Carly who had an leery expression on her face.

"You know, if we can't agree on something, let's just watch what the little dimwit wants to see, for once.." Sam lied smoothly, taking the rap for the poorly lying-skills of Freddie.

Freddie pointed at Carly, nodding. "Right."

Carly turned around to Gibby, allowing the boy and the girl to exchange some kind of smile.

"Alright.." Carly agreed, facing them again. "Let's get home," She waved them up, standing up herself, as well. "And take Ginny along." Carly grinned.