She opened the door to the Shay's apartment, her blonde hair following.
"Hey Freddork," she greeted the boy on the couch, "where's Carly?"
"She's upstairs getting money for smoothies." He replied after a sigh.
"Okay, cool." She said as she plopped herself on the chair next to the door. She pulled a taco out of the pocket of her shorts and quickly popped it in her mouth. Freddie glanced at her, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh, sorry," she said, mouth full of meat and lettuce, "wanna bite?" She waved the taco in his face.
"No...thanks?" He said questionally. She shrugged and continued to eat.
"You're so...random." He said, shaking his head. She stopped chewing.
"You got a problem with that?" Sam said, spewing taco on Freddie. He grimaced, stood up, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"No, but I DO mind what a slob you are!"
"Slob?!?" She said, standing up and taking a step forward. Her taco toppled to the floor.
"Yes, Sam, a sl-" He was interrupted by the blonde screaming and charging him. He screamed, and ran around the couch.
"Carly! Carly!" He yelled, dodging as Sam dove for him.
"That's right, call for your little girlfriend!" She yelled as she grabbed his face. He attempted to yell, but it came out as muffled grunts.
"Guys! Guys!" Carly Shay called from the top of the stairs, "GUYS!!!" They stood frozen, Sam's hands entangled in Freddie's shirt threateningly. She threw him backwards.
"He started it!"
"What? No, SHE started it by spitting taco meat in my face!"
"Your face looks like taco meat!" She said, taking a step forward.
"MEH!" He retaliated.
"MEH!"
"MEH!"
Carly hopped down from the last stair and stepped in between her two feuding friends.
"Could you guys knock it off for like, 5 minutes?" She asked, glancing at both of them. They looked at the floor.
"Sorry..." Freddie mumbled.
"Yeah...sorry." Sam followed.
"Now," Carly said, looking at both of them, "you guys can't act like this when Mia comes to visit." Sam stepped towards Freddie.
"Whose Mia?" She asked.
"She's my cousin, and she's coming to visit this week, so you guys need to behave."
Sam glanced over at Freddie, then back over at Carly.
"Please?" Carly begged. Sam groaned and reluctanly nodded her head.
"Okay, fine." She said, shoving her hand in her pocket, "Let's go get some smoothies." Carly and Freddie mumbled in agreement. Carly stepped towards the door and froze.
"Why is there smushed taco on my floor?" She asked. Freddie and Sam looked at each other, then shrugged.
