Okay,so this is my first story and I'm sorry if it's suckish. But I hope you Creddie fans out there like it. I'm thinking of putting a bit of Seddie but not sure yet. Thanks for reading!(btw italic letters mean the person's thoughts) This is Freddie's P.O.V.
"Hey Carly!" I shouted. "Open the door!"
No response. Nothing at all.
"Carly?Spencer?"
No answer.
That's strange. Carly should be home at least Spencer should be there. Maybe they went somewhere. Maybe to get smoothies. Maybe I should ask Sam. Maybe I should call her. Wait, what if something bad happend?What if they got in an accident and had to go to the hopsital without anyone knowing where they went?
He thought a bit more to himself then shook his head.
"That's nonsense." He said aloud,also still shaking his head. "I'll just call Carly and she'll say she's fine and she'll embarass me. I'm crazy." He got out his cellphone and dialed Carly's phone rang and rang. Nobody answered.
He phoned again. Nothing. He bit his lip and thought for a moment.
I'll call Sam!That's a great idea! I have great ideas!
He dialed Sam's number.
"What do you want, Fredward?"
Thank god. "Hi Samantha." He heard a snort on the other side of the line but continued. "Do you know where Carly is?"
"Nope. I tried to call her but she didn't answer my freakin' call."
"Oh. Me too."
"Look Fredbutt, I'm at detention and Mr. Whass-his-name is going to kill me if he sees I'm on my cell talking to a dork."
"SAM! We're talking about Carly here!" He was nearly shouting. "Don't you care about your best friend!" But she had hung up. And Freddie stood there stupidly. What was he going to do?
What is Freddie gonna do???Find out next chapter. I hope you liked it. :) (324 words!!!So little!)