Okay, so this story is taking place right after iOMG. It's not taking place for iLost My Mind. It's just a weird version that I thought would be good after iOMG. Anyways, I hope you like it! Here's my story:
Sam's P.O.V.:
I can't believe I just did that. Freddie was just staring at me like the idiot he is. I didn't know what to say. So I just said this...
"Sorry." I said.
"It's cool." Freddie said.
"So..."
"Yeah..."
"Let's not ever talk about this...okay?" I said.
"Sounds good." Freddie said.
"Bye."
"Bye."
Then he left. We avoided each other for the rest of the lock-in. I knew it was always going to be like this between me and him. We'd never talk again...we'd never tease each other... nothing wold be the same...ever...between any of us.
Two days later:
We're still not talking. I'm not even talking to Carly. I wish I just never did that. But Carly texted me saying:
To: Sam
From: Carly
Sam! It's code red! Please come to my house!
To:Carly
From: Sam
I'll be there asap.
I ran to Carly's house. Questions were running through my head like What's happening? Is everyone okay? Man, she lives far away.
I finally got there. I burst through the door, and went into Carly's room.
"Carly, are you okay?"
She was laying on her bed, coughing.
She said in a low and weezy voice, "I'm okay. But I'm just sick with laryngitis."
"So...why did you call me over here?"
"You need to take care of me."
"Why can't Spencer?"
"He's at Sockos, that's why-"
She was cut off by someone walking in "Carly, I got your text... what's wrong?"
It was Freddie. He was looking at his pear phone, looked up...
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE? YOU ANSWER FIRST! NO, YOU! STOP THAT!" we said, completely in unison.
"Why is he here?" I said.
"Spencer is at Socko's, and I need two people to help me out!" Carly yelled as loud as she could with her voice.
"Why two?" Freddie said.
"Because Spencer was here, taking care of me, and he left saying he needed to do a sculpture at Socko's. He texted me later, saying that I was too much work, and more than one person needs to take care of me. He texted later apologizing to me. So I texted my two best friends so they can take care of me." Carly said, rather fastly and weezy.
"Fine, I'm okay taking care of you." Freddie said.
"Fine, me too." I said.
"Thanks...Now Freddie get me juice...Sam prop up my pillow. Go, go!" Carly said.
We did what she asked. Though she kept on requesting and requesting stupid, and stupider stuff. For example she told Freddie to fill up 50 water balloons with ketchup. He asked why, and she said she'd tell him when he's done. Then she told me to jump on the trampoline 100 times. I asked why, and she said 'For my amusement.' I did it though.
She fell asleep when I hit 75. I was so tired that I pushed her over, and layed on the other side of the bed. I heard Freddie come in. but I was too tired to look up, so I lay there with my eyes closed.
"Okay, Carly, I filled up 50 water balloons, and I still don't know why. Oh...are you both asleep?"
There was silence for about ten seconds. Then he said, "I guess so. Ugggh, it's such a mess."
I heard him pick up Carly's trash can, and throw away Carly's many wrappers around her bed. He picked up a wrapper right by me, and he said "Sam, we need to talk about the kiss. Yup, that's how I'm going to say it when she wakes up."
WHAT! NOOOOO! I do not want to talk about the kiss! Well it's my fault for kissing him. I knew this would happen. What the heck am I going to say? What is going to ask? I'm screwed.
So that's part one to iTake care of the mess. I hope you liked it! Pretty, pretty, pretty please review!