Okay, people..this is my first fanfiction EVER so please dont go hard on me or leave rude reviews. I hope you like Chapter 1... :)

Sam's P.O.V

I walk into the Shay's apartment.

This time I'm not just here to sit on their couch. Or steal their food…Well, Carly did tell me Spencer took her to the fired chicken place across the street and that they didn't eat all of it…

Anyway. I have a reason to be here this time. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm here for freaking advice.

"Carly!" I yell as I plop myself down on their couch.

I wait like 8 seconds and scream again.

"Carls!"

"Carlotta!"

She finally comes down the elevator and looks at me. "What, Sam?" she spits at me, sounding pretty ticked off.

I grin. "It's about time, Shay."

She rolls her eyes. "What did you want, Sam? Yes, we still have leftover chicken-"

"I need some help." I interrupt her. She looks at me, confused. I don't blame her. I'm as confused about this as she is.

"What do you need help with?" she says, softly sitting on the couch by me, sounding A LOT more like Carly.

"Fred-…guys."

She laughs out loud and then she smiles and glances at the stairs.

"Be right back, Sam."

"Ughhhhh." I say as she leaves. I get up and go into the kitchen and get the biggest piece of fried chicken.

And then I see Freddork and Carly walk down the stairs.

"Oh, look. Freddie was at Carly's. Big surprise." I think to myself, looking down.

"So, wait. Why am I leaving?" Fredlumps asks Carly as she pushes him out of the door, aggressively.

What can I say? Mama's taught her well.

"Um…Oh, look some naked girl!" Carly says. I laugh.

"Where?" Carly pushes him out of the apartment and into the hallway. She locks the door.

She runs to me.

"Okay, Freddie is a pervert but he's out, and Spencer is at Socko's. Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

She says jumping up and down and then sitting next to me.

I roll my eyes and feel my hands getting sweaty.

"O.K. You know that pervert, dork guy…?"

"Freddie?"

"Yeah. Um." I take a bite of my chicken leg so I have a reason not to talk for a while. Carly looks really impatient.

I swallow.

"C'mon, Puckett. This is Carly. Your best friend. Tell her. No more secrets, remember?" I tell myself.

"I kinda, sorta…love Freddie."

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