"CARLY!" Freddie Benson yelled through her door. It had been a hot, humid, early Saturday in Seattle. Carly had been sprawled on her living room floor, knocked out. Freddie, growing impatient, knocked frantically on the door. "CARLY, CARLY!" he yelled.

Carly had finally heard Freddie's frantic knocks and groggily stammered up. "What, what! I'm coming!" She finally had the strength to open the door. Freddie was standing in front of her door, pacing back and forth frantically.

"What is wrong with you? It's –," she glanced at her watch. "… seven o'clock! I am trying to enjoy my only not busy Saturday when you come by and -," Freddie put his finger on her mouth to silence her. "This is urgent. It really can't wait."

Freddie sat in Spencer's leather chair while Carly headed to the kitchen to get an energy drink. "What's so urgent you had to interrupt my sleep for?" she snapped. Freddie rubbed his hands together then put his head in his palms. "My ... my mother's … err … her now ex-boyfriend dumped her," he said nervously. Carly looked puzzled. "Your mom? Had a boyfriend?" she said, as if she just found out something extremely shocking. Freddie stared at her. "YES! And now she is so devastated and I can't sleep and she is a nervous wreck and can't even cook. He barely even treated her right anyway,"

Carly could tell Freddie had mixed emotions. And he was. He was feeling both upset, mad, and then again, joyed. Carly knew Freddie and mixed emotions did not go well together.

The content but tired brunette walked over towards Freddie. There was little room there for her to sit, but she sat there anyway. She hugged the devastated boy in sympathy. It was very comfortable sitting so close to each other.

But it wasn't like they had feelings for each other. They were just … friends.