Freddie's POV

My mom was going to be out at an aggressive parenting convention for an entire week. I was going to have the house to myself all Spring Break with no mom giving me tick baths. So what do I do? I go and get myself strep throat.

I was going to have friends over whenever! I was going to pig out on junk! I was going to watch PG-13 movies! But now I couldn't do any of that, because I was sick as a dog! It stunk.

It wouldn't have been that bad except Carly and Spencer were in Yakima. Carly said they were hanging with their Granddad for Spring Break. I guess I would've had my AV Club buddies over but noooooo! Not now! Now I was trapped in bed.

You're probably saying right now "Suck it up, Freddie! You have Sam!" For those of you who are saying that I have three words for you: "Ha ha ha!"

Sam Puckett keeping me company? Visiting me while I was sick? Don't make me laugh! I didn't want her anywhere near me while I was defenseless! Besides, she wouldn't even bother to drop by, me being sick or not. She hates my guts! She definitely wouldn't want to be in a room alone with me, plus having to make sure I take medicine and all that other chiz. Uh-uh, no. Any one of you who just thought of Sam, I'll call a taxi to go take you to the insane asylum.

Sam's POV

Spring Break without Carly. Why have Spring Break if my BFF wasn't going to hang with me? It's not like I have any other friends, and don't anyone dare mention Fredweird!

Me and Fredweird? Hanging out? Like friends? Ew. Barf. Sick. Gross.

I decided I'd make the most of a lonely Spring Break by watching TV. As I channel-surfed, I heard the familiar tune of "Our Song" by Taylor Swift coming from my cell phone. I took and saw Carly's number. I flipped it open and said "What up in Yakima?"

"Hi, Sam." Carly said, "Everything's nice here. Granddad's taking Spencer and I to the movies. What up in Seattle?"

"Just channel-surfing." I answered, "It's boring! Why'd you have to go to Yakima?"

"Granddad really wanted to see us." she said, "Is Freddie okay?"

"I don't know how the nub's feeling." I answered.

"Sam, could you do me a huge favor?" Carly asked.

"What favor?" I asked cautiously, tearing my eyes from the television; if she changed the subject suddenly like that I wanted to know what was up.

"Well, Freddie has strep and his mom's out of town…" she said, "Could you…maybe…hang out with him? To make him feel better?" I stared at the phone is disbelief. Carly actually thought I'd spend my Spring Break catering to Freddork?! When he was sick?! What, did Yakima brainwash her or something?!

"Is this a bad connection?" I asked, shaking the phone. I heard a buzz and held the phone to my ear to hear Carly better.

"Sam, he has no one but himself." Carly said, "Just hang with him, keep him company, take care of him…you know, that stuff." I sighed. First I'm going to have a crummy Spring Break without my best friend. Now I'm going to have a crummy Spring Break without my best friend and I have to take care of a diseased dork! Totally not my week.

"Please, Sam!" Carly pleaded, "I can't be there with him so you have to! Please?!" I growled to myself. I cannot believe I'm doing this, I thought.

"Fine." I said, "But if I get strep it's all your fault, Shay."

"Yay! Thank you, Sam! Freddie will be so glad!" she cheered. I snickered. Freddichino was going to have me take care of him for a week. I bet he's dancing the jitterbug right now.