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"Morning, Carly." Freddie waved as he shut the Shay apartment door behind him and tossed his backpack to the ground.

"Hey, Freddie." Carly smiled, looking up momentarily from the TV screen to greet him. She turned back to the TV, but the blonde girl seated next to her stared expectantly at Freddie.

"Hello?" she asked, not trying to hide her annoyance.

"What do you want, Puckett?"

"You can't just say hi to Carly and ignore me! I'm right here! You don't expect me to let you off the hook, do you? One."

"Oh no. Get me out of here." Carly muttered as she stood up and headed for the stairs. The couple in the living room was oblivious to the discomfort of their best friend and continued with their argument. Freddie stepped forward.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Considering all the crap you put me through, wouldn't you agree I deserve that? Two."

Sam hoisted herself off the couch and pulled her hands out of her sweatshirt pocket. "No. You're a nub. You don't deserve my pity. Three."

Freddie rolled his eyes, clenched, and unclenched his fists, trying to contain his anger. "I wasn't asking for pity, Sam, I was asking for respect! Four."

Sam just scoffed. "I can't believe you expect me to show you respect. Five."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt. Maybe you'd actually have friends by now if you did. Six." Freddie said. He had learned the only way to win in an argument with Sam was to give up your morals. You had to be mean. Insult now, apologize later. But it didn't keep him from noticing her wince when he threw a good one out there. She was Sam, though, and she composed herself well, firing right back without a second's hesitation.

"Oh, so I'm the disrespectful one? I can't believe you just said that. Seven." She was nearly screaming now. The people downstairs could probably hear them.

"Oh, come on! You've said way worse things to me without batting an eyelash! Eight!" And it was true.

"Well do you want me to lie to you and tell you that your awesome and cool and everyone loves you? Cos friends don't lie to each other. Nine."

"Then maybe you're just not my friend. Ten." Freddie regretted saying it as soon as the words left is mouth. But he couldn't take them back. Not when they were already at ten.

"Maybe I'm not. Why would I want to be friends with a dork like you. You were dragging my rep. down anyways. Eleven!" Now she really was screaming. And Freddie could see the hurt in her eyes. He was tempted to give up and apologize. But no. They were almost at twelve. He had to keep going.

"Fine. Hope you're happy, demon! Twelve!" He headed towards the door, flinging it open so fast that it slammed against the inside wall.

"Never better, dweeb! Now see ya! Thirteen!" She yelled in his direction as the front door slammed behind him. Freddie decided it was time to call it quits. Thirteen was a pretty good number. He slowly nudged the door in and peeked his head around.

"Thirteen?" he asked tentatively, not sure whether she was mad or if everything had been in the spirit of the game.

"Yeah. That's not bad. It's higher than last time's score." she nodded. Freddie shut the door and sat down next to her, his arm around her shoulder.

"You know I love you right?"

"I know."

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