Hey, my Seddie peeps! I've always wondered, 'what would've happened if Carly ended up going to Yakima with Grandad? What happens when Carly comes back to visit after a year? A lot can change between two frienemies in a year. Seddie, of course.

Chapter 1: What now?

SAM'S POV

I watched as Carly took one last look at Spencer, and as her Grandad pressed the button, I saw a glint of tears in her eyes. I elbowed Freddie softly in the ribs as we were going down the elevator.

"Ow." He mouthed angrily at me. Well, it felt soft to me.

I nodded my head towards Carly and he saw it too. We didn't know what to say. So we just bent our heads down and focused much too hardly on our sneakers; something to distract us from the reality of our best friend leaving. My heart felt heavy. How was I supposed to pass High School now? Who's going to help me with my homework (And by that I mean do my homework, basically) Who's going to try to stop me from getting into fists fights, or let me stay the night when my mom has a new boyfriend stay over? I felt something tug in my throat. And no matter how hard I gulped, the lump wouldn't go down. I started tapping my fingers at my sides, something I do to calm myself down. God, I never realized how long the elevator took to get down to the lobby. Finally, the doors opened, and I wheeled out one of Carly's suitcases. For a moment we all all just stared at each other. Carly, Freddie and me.

I sighed, "I guess, this is good bye."

Carly came over and hugged me, and Freddie joined in. "I'm gonna miss you guys so much. Grandad says I can come with Spencer next Summer Break. I'll see you then." She said reassuringly.

I nodded, not really wanting to speak, and then Carly was gone.

I looked down at the floor, and an aura of total akwardness filled the room. Freddie didn't move from the spot, he was biting down on his bottom lip hard. "What? Sad you're true love is gone?"

Freddie glared at me. "Sam." He pleaded shortly. "Not now, okay? Carly just left us!"

"I know, Freddison. It sucks." I sighed, sitting on the bottom step that led up to the lofts.

Freddie came over and sat next to me. "What now?"

I glanced at the nub. "What d'you mean 'what now'?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, what should we do?..Now that she's gone. I mean, you and me."

"You and me?" I asked incredudously. "What the chiz are you talking about, Benson?"

"I just mean...I don't know. Like, do we still hang out?"

I blinked. "I didn't know beating the fudge outta you was considered 'hanging out'." I put air quotes around his words

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Sam. I know that you constantly abuse me emotionally and phsyically, but even so, I still think of you as a friend. Whether Carly's here or not. Or are we just gonna ignore eachother in the hallways now and fade away? That's so stupid...Right?"

I thought about this for a moment. Were Freddie and I really 'friends'? No. Did we care for eachother? Not that I'm aware of. But did I need someone to complain to, someone to help me get out of trouble and buy me smoothies? Yes. And besides, Benson's not THAT bad. If you overlook the nerditutde, dorkiness, and dweeb factor, he was like a boy version of Carly. "Yeah, you're right."

"I am?" He looked surprised.

"Yep. For once you're right, nub. We should hang out. Hell, why not? I mean, we do 'Wake up Spencer' and 'Random Debates' by ourselves. We do okay on our own. Why should that keep us from a smoothie session or cupcake war?"

Freddie grinned. "Exactly."

"Yep."

"Cool."

"So..."

"Uhm, I guess I'm going to go up now." He said akwardly. "See you tomorrow?"

"You know it!" I yelled for the hell of it. Then I remembered something. "Hey, Benson."

Freddied bounded down the stairs again. "What's up?"

"Lemme crash at your place tonight?" I asked in what was supposed to be an innocent voice.

"Why not stay at...Spencer's?" He said, frowning when he almost said 'Carly'.

I sighed. "Dude, Spencer's probably all sad right now. I can't interupt him while he's in mourning."

Freddie gave a short laugh. "Carly didn't die, Sam."

"Yeah, I know that." I said obviously. "C'mon. This is what aquaintences do!" I punched his shoulder

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Later, after Mrs. Benson quickly agreed for me to spend the night, (We had told her my house was being fumigated, and if I went home I could die from the fumes) Freddie and I were on his ultra white couch watching reiruns of Girly Cow. Censored, but it was still okay. I had to admit, it was kind of fun. Kind of. I didn't have to worry about protesting a forced makeover, or deal with gossip about people I hardly knew. When Mrs. B went out to buy us an organic pizza(Yes, I ate an organic pizza.), Fredwina and I played three rounds of Cupcake War, and got into a heated game of 'Would You Rather?'. That game ended when Mrs. Benson walked in just as Freddie said, "Would you rather eat squirell shit, or shit out a squirell?" And I had the extreme pleasure of watching the psycho mom wash out Freddie's mouth with a bar of Holy Soap, muttering about the things TV is teaching us.

"You know Benson, you're not so bad for a nub." I said, stretching out on the pull out couch.

"Thanks?" He said, starting to get up. "You're not so bad either, Puckett." I heard him murmur as he turned off the TV and headed to his room.