"Carly! Carly! Wake up Carly! Hello?"
"Go away," grunts Carly as she places the nearest pillow on the couch over her head.
"But it's an emergency!" It really isn't I'm just saying that to wake her up.
"What. What is it Sam?" I have to strain myself from laughing as she sits up because her hair is all messed up and she's still half asleep on the couch.
"Your brother……,"
"I'm listening!" she shouts.
Your brother said………,"
"What did he say?"
"He said that you……,"
"Me?"
"He said that you are out of root beer!"
"Is that you woke me up? It's three o'clock in the morning and you wake me up because we are out of root beer?"
"Well kind of. And the other part of it was I can't sleep."
"Wait a second; we had two big bottles of root beer next to the fridge."
"Well, I drank them!" I was thirsty, and a girl's got to have her pop!
"No wonder you can't get to sleep! You're full of caffeine!"
"Well, I don't care root beer is good and you need more!"
"I am not going to get up and buy root beer at three o'clock in the morning!"
I look around the room. I see Freddie left his wallet next to Spencer's Japanese lamp.
"Hey look! Fredward left his wallet here," I open it and see two twenty dollar bills," and there's forty bucks in it!" I stick my hand in the wallet and dig out the cash, and a piece of gum. I un-wrap the gum and stick it in my mouth. I go to put the money in my pocket.
"Sam, that's not yours! Put it back!" Carly says. I'll listen for the time being and put the money back in the wallet.
"Okay, okay; but I would be able to think more clearly if I had more root beer in my system." That probably wasn't true, but who cares?
"Just because there is a twenty-four hour convenient store across the street does not mean-"
"OMG! There is? Oh, I totally forgot! I got to go Carly," I shout as I jump up and head for the door from the couch.
"What money will you but it with?"
I hadn't thought about that. Ah, Freddie's wallet! I spin around and snatch it and bolt out the door." Sam! Bring that back!"
"NO!"
"Good ole' Sam"
I didn't care I left the door open, I just wanted my root beer. I also didn't care that as I left Freddie poked his head out and saw me running down the hall with his wallet in my hand.
He walked across the hall to Carly's apartment and I could here him saying, "She took my wallet, didn't she?"
"The girl likes her root beer!" Carly responded. Now with an answer like that I know she's my best friend.
The next morning I was woken up by Carly and Freddie shouting in my face." Sam! Sam wake up! It's 2:30 in the afternoon! Sam!"
I act like I'm still asleep. Then I moved my hand to the right and it hits something. I open my eyes. It's a root beer bottle. I sit up and look around me. There are probably about six root beer bottles around me.
"You were thirsty last night weren't you?" says Carly.
"How much did you buy?" asked Freddie.
"Well," I said, "forty dollars can buy a lot!"
"How much did she take?" asked Freddie as Carly picks the wallet up off the floor.
"Not too much. She left you with a twenty." says Carly amusingly.
"It's not funny!"
"Well, that Spiderman wallet you own sure is!" I say, looking at the actual wallet for the first time.
"Real mature," snaps Freddie as he snatches the wallet out of Carly's hand.
Carly turns to me." What time did you go to sleep last night?"
Well, after I drank all the root beer I got hungry so I ate that left over pasta salad in your fridge, and I think I fell asleep at, about eight thirty in the morning?"
"Whoa, hold up!"
"What?" I ask curiously.
"Did you eat ALL the pasta salad?"
"No, I did not eat the whole thing; I only ate about ¾ of it!"
"Well good because Spencer loves that stuff!"
"I know!" I shout!
"How do you know this?" asks Freddie.
" Well, I was up last night, as you both know and I could here something coming from Spencer's room, so I went over to his room and could here him yelling in his sleep 'No! Not the pasta salad! Spare it! Take me instead! NO!' "
Carly and Freddie start laughing, so I do too.
"He really said that?" asks Carly.
"Just the way I explained it to you!"
Just then Spencer walks in the room. We all begin to giggle.
He says" I had the weirdest dream last night," as he walks over to the refrigerator.
"We know!" Freddie shouts as we all begin to laugh hysterically.
Spencer walks over to the fridge. "Are you guys okay?"
We give him the thumbs up, because we really can't talk as we roll on the floor laughing.
"Well, I had a dream that someone ate almost all my pasta salad," he says as he opens the refrigerator. He looks at us. "Really it's true! Thank god that's never happened before in real life because I would be-" he looks into the fridge and screams. "Who ate my pasta salad? Who ate it?"
I sink down low onto the floor. I know he knows it's me.
"Who ate it?! I want to know! Sam I know it was you!"
Just then he falls onto his knees and starts crying.
"Hey, Spence, I'm sorry! I've got twenty bucks and I'll run across the street and buy you some more!"
"You will?" He looks up like a five year old with a hopeful look on his face.
"Yes, I will." I say as I walk towards the door.
"You don't have twenty bucks Sam." Carly points out.
"Yeah, but Freddie does!" I run over to Freddie grab the wallet out of his hand, and push him to the ground so he won't chase after me. I bolt to the door and race down the hall. If you think of me as a bad person for doing this, well tough nubs! I am doing a good deed for Spencer AND a good deed for Freddie; I'm cleaning out his wallet.
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