No, carly.
Please, for me.
Fine
That was they way it always went. Carly would ask Freddie to do something ridiculous. He would say no and she would give him those doe eyes. She'd say "please, for me" and he'd do it. Just like that. No complaints, no questions. No matter how ludicrous or demeaning. She'd say "please, for me and he'd do it. Just like that. Those three words were all she needed to bend him to her will. She knew it, too. And she used it. She manipulated him, all the time. I hated it. She wasn't the same sweet girl she was when we first met. She had become selfish, vindictive, and quite frankly, really, really mean. To everyone she seemed like an angel. But she wasn't, not anymore. Take Freddie for example. She practically abused him with the fact that he was head over heels in love with her. She would flirt with him to get would she wanted. But her word and actions meant nothing. They were no more than empty promises. I knew one day he would get see it. But, looking over at him, fanning carly with a magazine in the street, I new it wouldn't be today.
