Sam, you hate Freddie, right?

by themaskedgoddess

Sam likes Freddie, then she chooses not to anymore. What happens when she sees Carly and Freddie kiss? Will the feelings return? Or will she bottle it up like she did before? Why do I keep on asking? The pairing? Seddie, of course.

1. The Janitor's Closet and The Question

Hi. :) I'm baaaaaaaack. "Not dead, just lazy." Heh, I've been writing fanfics but I can't find time to type them, wait, no, that's wrong. Actually, I can but I'm lazy so yeah. :) :) Enjoy this very very very very short (yeah, that short) chapter 1. :)

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Sam POV

I think Carly has finally lost her marbles. I was getting my stuff out of my locker when she came rushing to me. Then, she pulled my hand and dragged me, which made me drop my stuff in front of my locker. Oh, but who cares? I'm Sam Puckett. And Sam Puckett is a mess.

What I didn't understand is the frenzied look on Carly's face. It was as if something or someone was chasing her. She finally stopped dragging me and I realize that we were in the janitor's closet. What? Why are we here? Yuck, it reeks of mixed chemicals. I wonder what the janitors do here. Maybe they're undercover scientists! Okay Sam. Stop it. That's just ridiculous.

I looked at Carly and said, "Carly, you look like a crazed person. Why did you drag me here? Seriously? The janitor's closet?"

"Sam, I have to ask you something. It's just one question, so answer it honestly," Carly says, more seriously than needed.

I nod because I don't know where this is leading, but I just wanna get this over with.

"Sam, you hate Freddie, right?"

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So, what do you think of the very very very very short chapter 1? : I'll be updating soon. I've finished writing chapter 2 and 3. But I don't want to unleash it yet (deep much?). :)) Review. :) Thanks. ;)

~TheMaskedGoddess