Freddie had decided to kiss Carly, trying one more time to convince Carly that they were meant to be. He had seen someone's feet underneath her locker, ran over to her, spun her around and kissed her without thinking, so that he didn't wimp out. He shut his eyes, feeling her soft lips on his. This wasn't like he'd always thought it would be, but a thousand times better. He felt arms around his neck and pulled her closer. It wasn't until he heard a shriek behind him that he spun around. Carly was standing there, her notebooks on the floor and a shocked look on her face.
"Why are you kissing Sam?! What Sam doing in my locker?" Freddie turned around, dreading what he would see. Sam leaned against the locker, looking confused, hurt, and somewhat dazed all at once. She had a hand on her lips where his had been only a second ago. "I was getting my cell phone back. I had accidentally put it in there earlier. If I had known Freddork was intending to kiss you I probably wouldn't have come to school today." Suddenly realization dawned on her face and she lanched to her feet, grabbing her backpack and flying down the hall. Carly picked her books up and walked over to her still open locker.
"I saw the way you kissed her. You love her and the whole school knows it." Freddie looked helplessly at Carly. "I don't love Sam." Carly rolled her eyes. "What is her favorite color? Favorite artist? Favorite food?" Freddie bit his lip for a millisecond. "Green, Drake Parker, Ham and cheese. But anyone would know those things?" Carly shook her head. "Freddie, go to her house. Look at her room if you can. You're a genius, figure it out." She patted his shoulder and walked away.
Freddie went to Sam's house after school. He called his Mom, telling her that he wasn't going to be home on time. For once she didn't ask any questions, but told him to watch for cars. He walked ot Sam's house. 14258 Walermen Drive He saw Sam's bike in the front yard and walked up the driveway. No one seemed to be home, so he tried the window. He used a small video camera on an extendable pole to check the rooms. The first was fuzzed over, so it must be the bathroom. The second was her Mom's room, clean, but empty. The third was her little brother's room, where he slept. There weren't any other windows. He listened carefully and heard a Drake Parker song coming from the house. He walked around trying to figure out where it came from. It seemed to be coming from the attic. He climbed a tree nearby and pulled out his latest project. He had been working on it in engineering for awhile. An small camera, it had little rotar blades like a helicopter and an engine. He worked it over to the vents and a tiny camera popped out and went inside. What he saw surprised and shocked him.