Chapter 1
"Help!" yelled a familiar voice. Carly, who had been munching on potato chips and watching TV, turned her attention to the apartment door as it flew open. Fredward Benson, otherwise known as Freddie, burst into the apartment, his eyes wide with panic. "What did you do to Sam?" asked Carly calmly. She tossed a handful of potato chips into her mouth and chewed loudly. "I didn't do anything!" cried Freddie. "But Sam thinks I did!" Sure enough, Sam burst into the apartment a few seconds later, her face red with anger and her eyes bulging. "Where is he?" she screamed as Freddie ran into the kitchen at top speeds, desperate to get away from the enraged girl.
"Kitchen," replied Carly. "Gee, thanks a lot!" Freddie yelled as Sam sprinted into the kitchen. "Sam, I didn't....," began Freddie desperately, but it was no use. Carly turned the volume on the TV all the way up to drown out Freddie's cries of pain and horror. This wasn't the first time that Freddie had gotten beaten up by Sam for something he hadn't done. It had been happening a lot lately. It seemed that some brave prankster had decided to rise up to challenge Sam, and had put Freddie's name on each prank for good measure. Carly wasn't particularly worried.
She thought it was even a little cute how Sam and Freddie were constantly arguing about everything, and Sam sometimes snapped at Freddie for absolutely no reason. Or maybe she had a reason. To get his attention, maybe? Carly tried her best to stay out of her friends' personal lives, but she couldn't help thinking that Sam and Freddie's constant bickering would be a good a good storyline for a romance novel.
The war continued in the kitchen. The sounds that floated into the living room suggested that Freddie was losing, possibily in a humiliating way. Carly finished her bag of potato chips and decided to find out what was going on. "Is everything okay in here?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen. The answer was clear. Freddie was backed aganist the refridgerator with Sam holding a skillet just inches from his nose. "Sam, I swear I didn't put those spiders in your lunchbox!" he yelled, even though he knew his attempt would be futile. "I don't want any of your lies, Benson," snarled Sam, waving the skillet. "I know it was you! You're he only person, besides Carly, who knows my locker combination!"
"Sam, did you actually see Freddie put the spiders in your locker?" asked Carly, deciding it was time for her to jump in. "Well.....no....," Sam admitted heasitantly. "But I still know it was him!" Carly rolled her eyes. "Give me that skillet before you kill someone," she ordered. "That's exactly what I intend to do!" Sam turned her fierce gaze on Freddie. Carly snatched the skillet out of Sam's hands and set it down carefully on the table. "You can have this back when you learn to handle cookware responsibily," she said.