Chapter One: Sam's POV
I walked in to see exactly what I was expecting: Carly and Freddie, sitting much too close to each other, Freddie whispering something in Carly's ear that made her giggle and blush.
"What's up, lovebirds?" I attempted to act cool and casual as I plopped myself down on Carly Shay's couch, right next to Freddie. A wave of jealousy came over me as I heard Carly giggle and say, "Oh, Freddie!"
I don't know when exactly it started. One day I hated Freddie's guts and wanted him to go jump off something high off the ground, next day I wanted him in my bed. Incidentally, that same day was the day Carly decided she had never gotten over Freddie, and neither had he. They've been together ever since, and I usually can't stand the sight of them together. But, recently, I've decided: Fuck it. I'm gonna get that Freddie Benson to be mine. Cuz Momma doesn't play to get even. Momma plays to win.
"Wow, Sam, it's a new record," Carly exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in celebration. "You've been here five minutes and you haven't stolen something from my fridge yet."
"Holy shit, let's celebrate!" Freddie shouted, lifting me up off my seat on the couch and twirling me around. I couldn't help but laugh, and I could tell it drove Carly mad.
"Alright, Freddie, sit down," Carly said, like if he wasn't going to sit down right now she was going to start throwing things and bawling her eyes out.
"Sorry, got a little caught up in the moment there," Freddie admitted, sounding entirely guilty until I saw him shoot a wink and a sexy grin my way.
"So, what are we watching, Princess Puckett?" Freddie asked, snatching the remote away from me teasingly before I could begin to start channel-surfing.
"What the hell?" I exclaimed, reaching for the remote which he then held above his head, just out of my reach. In the last couple months Freddie had gotten much taller, and now he towered over both Carly and me.
I could tell Carly was getting frustrated with our flirty game, so she crawled up into Freddie's lap and reached to get the remote, then, once it was in her hand, she placed a big, tongue-infested kiss right on his lips. I swore I thought I saw her look at me with a bitchy look in her eye before she stopped and sat back down in her seat. Freddie looked a little dazed, and said with a slurred voice, "Uh, so, Carly, what are we watching?"