It had been one month since the girls left, and the guys were lonely. Carly was in Italy and Sam was supposedly in LA. Spencer spent his days making sculptures and hanging out with Socko. Anything to get his mind off of missing his little sister, it pained him to see her leave that night…
Freddie on the other hand was doing a little better. Instead of looking out of his peephole to see if Carly was home from school (like he did back in the 8th grade), Freddie looked out of it for a different reason now, hoping it would somehow bring her back.
Freddie still didn't know if he was into Carly or Sam. He had had a crush on Carly since the day they met (back when they were eleven). But ever since he and Sam had tried dating, Freddie couldn't help but wonder if he actually was in love with her instead.
Freddie and Ms. Benson were coming home from grocery shopping. "Freddie! Your Aunt Susan's rash came back, I need you to stay with Spencer."
"Mom, I'm eighteen now… T-Bo's here, I'll be fine."
"You're staying with Spencer and that's final, okay?" Ms. Benson started to unlock the door as she glanced at Freddie, who was staring at the Shay's door. "No matter how long you look at the door, Carly will never come back and she won't love you!"
"Meh! I'm gonna go pack, I guess."
As Freddie began to pack, he looked at his bed (with Galaxy Wars sheets and pillowcases on it) and began to imagine a time in here when life was better…
"Mom, I'm not allergic to flowers!"
"And you weren't allergic to Mexican food trucks, but look at you now!" Ms. Benson looked at Carly,"I'll take these flowers, and I'll soak them in bleach." As she walked out the door, she got right in Carly's face and whispered, "It should have been you!"
Carly was standing by the bed and was quiet (even though Ms. Benson was gone). "You know, everyone at school's saying you're a hero."
"I don't feel like a hero."
Carly sat on the bed. "Well, you are one," Carly smiled at Freddie, "to me." Carly leaned in and kissed Freddie.