Sam yelped as her head smacked against the Shay's kitchen floor. Freddie and Carly moaned and tried to wriggle themselves loose from the tape.
"This sucks rocks," Sam complained.
Freddie was in the easiest position to get out, so he pulled himself to his feet and reached for Sam's hand. After making sure she was steady, he helped Carly up.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Uhn," Sam grumbled, a yes.
"Yeah. Thanks, Freddie," Carly said, brushing bits of dust from her shirt. They picked up the chairs and pushed them back around the table. The logical thing to do would've been to call the police station and give a description of the escaped convicts, but they all automatically walked over on sat on the couch. Sam locked the door, and then slouched down next to Freddie. She considered resting her legs on him, but decided to be serious for now.
"So…" Carly started.
"Umm…" Freddie and Sam said simultaneously
"Was it?" Carly asked.
"Was what?"
Carly looked down. "Was it… nice?"
"Oh," Sam said. "It was actually kinda--"
Suddenly, Freddie laughed. "Was it nice? No! It was just getting our first kiss over with. No big."
"Oh. Well, I guess that's okay, then. I mean, how weird would it be if you guys liked each other?" Carly cackled, then smiled. "Sorry if I was being pushy. I just felt left out, is all."
Freddie smiled. "Don't worry. I can understand where you're coming from."
Sam simply sat there and let Carly's words echo through her head. "Yeah," she murmured to herself.
"Weird."
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