It was like six in the morning. He was sleeping when a noise coming from the kitchen woke him up.
What the hell?
He grabbed a laser sword from Galaxy Wars (he was kind of a nerd after all) and walked slowly and quietly to the kitchen. Luckily he's mom was visiting her cousins in Vancouver; he thought she could be having a panic attack at that moment.
"Who's there? I'm armed!"
"Please don't hit me with your nerd sword! Please!" Sam was laughing. "Nice PJ's Dork!"
"Sam? How..? What..?" Freddie was speechless looking at Sam while she was searching something in the cabinets.
"Do you have some bacon?"
"Sam, what the hell are you doing here at six in the morning? IT'S SUNDAY!"
Sam stopped the searching and turned to Freddie, who was still standing in the middle of the kitchen with the Galaxy Wars sword in his hands. She was looking at the floor in a very "un-Sam" way.
"Am I that ugly?"
That question caught Freddie by surprise; he was looking at Sam who, now, was looking at him directly to his eyes. Since when Sam was worried about her look? Besides, she had been dating a guy (A stupid senior jerk whose name Freddie never tried to remember) for a few months now. What was wrong? And why she was at his house and not at Carly's? They were friends after all but still, it was a little odd.
"What? No you're not! Sam what's wrong? Where's Carly?"
The last question came from Freddie's mouth without thinking. Sam's face changed, she seemed furious.
"THE ONLY THING YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS CARLY? GOD FREDWARDYOU ARE SO LAME!"
That was too much for Freddie.
"IF I'M SO LAME WHY DID YOU CAME HERE AND NOT CARLY'S? IF I'M SO LAME WHAT MADE YOU THINK I CAN HELP YOU WITH WHATEVER YOU PUT YOUR SELF IN?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I RAN AUTOMATICALLY TO YOUR PLACE FROM…"
Sam started to cry hardly. Freddie had never seen her like that.
"Sam… Please don't cry! What happened? What's wrong?"
Freddie finally put the laser sword on the floor and walked besides Sam, who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the kitchen, sobbing.
"Tell me."
"I went to Carter's house…"
"Who?"
"My boyfriend Dork…"
Sam smiled. She knew Freddie hated Carter. She liked that in a way she couldn't understand yet. She liked Carter but knowing that her relationship with him pisses Freddie off was a whole different feeling.
Man I hate that guy! He wasn't sure what on Sam and Carter's relationship was bothering him and when Sam said his name, Freddie felt he needed to punch something… hard.
Sam was in silence again, looking at him, like she was trying to find the words to tell her story.
"Sam? What happened? Do you get robed?"
"No… we didn't left the house" She seemed to be embarrassed.
Freddie was