Dear readers,

I'm happy that you guys enjoyed my first chapter of this story. Thanks. Any suggests, ideas, or advices would be great! Here's the 2nd chapter. Read away.

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Sam didn't care to tell Carly who that was but as the elevator revealed his face, Carly asked shockingly "Freddie?"
"Yes. What's wrong?" Freddie didn't understand what was going on.
"What are you doing here?" Carly looked at the clock, it was 7 o'clock.
"I tried calling you but you didn't pick up the phone," Carly explained.
"You could have called me on my cell phone. You know I'd have answered," Freddie exclaimed proudly.
"You only said this because you don't have anyone to talk with."

Sam shot him with glaring eyes.
Freddie stared at her with a hatred feeling but something caught his attention.
"No really, what are you doing here?" Carly asked him again.

"I was boring…," Sam interrupted him and told him off – "of course that's because YOU are BORING, see two words I emphasized," she held up her hand indicating only two fingers front of Freddie. Seeing that it was pointless, Freddie chose not to bother by going far with Sam and argue all the way even though he was displeased at her words, he remained silent.

"Hold on," Carly went to the kitchen and grabbed the squirt bottle of water. She sprinkled some water at Sam's face.
Can't you give Freddie a break? Carly briefly thought.

"Sorry, continue," Carly sat down on the couch.
How could the Earth welcome such a human like this? What do you know; she's not even a human! Freddie let out a small chuckle.

"Why are you laughing," Sam said annoyingly.

"I'm not. I'm surprised you pay attention to me. I thought I was invisible to you?" Freddie counterattacked.
"Who cares? Not listening," Sam covered her ears with her hands.
"But you asked…, ah whatever," Freddie was lost in their bickering conversation and turned his head to Carly.
"Carly, sorry I was saying…," smiling at Carly, Freddie tried to remember what he left off.
"You are here because…?" Carly reminded him.
"Right. I heard noises. Like an annoying voice? I was worried so I came
here," Freddie was already irked off.
His response, somehow, offended Sam which caused her to charge "ANNOYING VOICE?!"
"Are you alright?" Carly handed her another banana.

Back to calm state, "oh yes, I'm fine. I mean annoying voice? Because
I don't hear anything. You don't… right, Carly?" Sam stuffed the banana in her mouth. "Well, I thought I heard something outside of my windows.
But it's just a monkey. I came here to see if you are okay."

Is he referring to me? Freddie didn't know that Sam eyed at him suspiciously.
"Sam, remember you asked me if I did the script. I have them scripted
out for you. Freddie will be part of this. So be nice."

After few hours of discussing, Carly was glad that she made it out alive

without Sam and Freddie killing each other at their throats.
Carly never thought Sam would tolerate few hours with Freddie by just

cooperating and going along with his ideas. But Carly found this fishy; she
hoped that Sam had nothing bad up her sleeve.

Like doing something that would mess up my show.

"Ok. Any objection?" Carly raised a question.

"I object!" Sam replied. "Then what is it?"
"I don't wanna sit near Freddie. He has germs."
"Hey! Like I'd enjoy sitting with you!" Freddie slapped on the table lightly.
"But anything for you, Carly, fine with me even if I've to sit with that girl." His rough tone changed to soft.
"I've a name!"
"Ok. Spencer will sit middle. I'll give him few lines to say on the segment," Carly tried to make peaces and looked at Sam to get her approval, received the 'okay'-nod from Sam. "That's settled. Anything else?" "I have a question," Sam raised her hand.

"Mhm?" "Why that boy has to be in this video? Can't you be in this instead?"

Eh, calling me 'that boy.' Silly revenge. Freddie smirked.
"Because I want to give viewers the opportunity to know Freddie better."
After that, Sam didn't have any objection or question... whatever it may be.

When the door bell rang, Carly announced: "Spencer must be back."

Sam ran to the downstairs and opened the door for Spencer with the grocery bags.

"Whoa, careful!" Sam took some bags from Spencer and put on the dining table.

Sam went through some of the bags like a cop.
"Uhm. What are you doing?" Spencer asked worryingly.

With a dead-like face, Sam turned around to face Spencer and gave

him the silent treatment - "What?"
"Never mind," Spencer unloaded the foods into the refrigerator.

"Help yourself," Spencer added.
When he was done storing 28 pounds of butters, he sat down on the

chair turning the computer on.

"Why much butters?" Sam was disappointed that Spencer didn't buy any

candy, chips, chocolate, snack, soda, such things like this.
"I never blame Freddie for what happened to the sculpture I made out of butters," Spencer paused then continued talking.
"I need to make this so I can earn good money. Be good brother to Carly." Sam snickered.

"What?" Spencer thought Sam had something to say.

Nothing," Sam replied fast.
"Also, as an artist… I learned how to face any adversity and endure," Spencer said, putting a lot of thoughts.
"Man, no foods," Sam uttered to herself.
"Carly, I'm going down to the lobby. Get snacks and soda from the vending machine. Want anything?" Carly gave her
the 'no, thanks'-nod, Sam went down to the lobby.

Carly worked on another script for the next video segment with Freddie's help. She looked at the clock. It was nearly 10 o'clock. She felt tired.
She went downstairs to tell Spencer good night and back to her

room, she also told Freddie good night, too.

"Yeah, ten o'clock," Carly said.
"See ya tomorrow," Freddie waved and went to the elevator to go home

but Sam just returned from the lobby.

They met up in the hallway. They looked at each other like it was
staring competition. Guess who won? Sam, of course.

"Gah, that's why ALL boys are afraid of you! You are just too scary to look at."

Next day, Sunday morning was the time to shoot the video segment.
Freddie with a BIG smile, carrying his precious pear laptop, came to

Carly's apartment to set up the camera and everything.
He was thirty minutes earlier than the appointed time.

Nevertheless he was exciting to have whole thirty minutes with

Carly to himself where Sam was NOT around... not until the meeting

which started thirty minutes later.

"Good morning, Carly!" When Freddie heard Sam, his smile faded.

For a moment, his heart sank.

"What you doing here? Not even ten yet. Broke your watch, huh?" Sam said with
disgusting feeling, still in her night wardrobe.

"Sam! You are not dressed. We have thirty minutes to get ready," Sam went back to Carly's room to get changed.

Freddie sat down on his seat on right side beside Spencer in middle

where Sam took her seat on left side opposite Freddie.
Freddie told Carly to press the red button to start recording the video segment.

Carly mouthed something to them. She went to the bathroom.

"Ok we're here with another segment of iHave a question."

As the video segment started, Sam started to feel the need to do something
mischievous – she popped an unscripted line to Freddie: "So what's your question?"

"I don't have one," puzzled Freddie didn't recognize such
a thing to say like this in the script he received from Carly but he ignored that

anyway, he literally took it as an error at Sam's fault. In Sam's mind, she
was laughing so much that she actually had fun torturing Freddie.

She continued the malicious act.
"Did he just say he had a question, yes or no?" Sam nudged Spencer

and gave him a look, Spencer, in return, innocently agreed with
her – "He did say that," said Spencer almost positively sure.

"It's the name of the segment," Freddie defended.

Sam, on her mind, was laughing.

As Sam got wittier and wittier, she asked him once again.

"What's the name of the segment?"
"iHave a question," Freddie answered right away.
"And your question is?" Sam continued to bomb him with the same question.
Seeing that Freddie was obviously annoyed, he finally blurted out - "what is wrong with you?!"
Freddie was starting to get impatience but Sam stayed still, she was not

intimidated at his question.
"Oh, well that's easy, I have a weird family, I don't concentrate in school

and most grown-ups say I have a bad attitude. That answers your question."
"I don't have a question!" Poor Freddie.

He didn't know that he was being schemed.
"Yeah not anymore, I just answered it," Sam smiled slightly.
"Wait, it's not part of this script!" Freddie looked close enough to this

script to double check. He now finally understood what went on.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like I don't know?"

After that, she laughed evilly. Everything Sam said on the video segment was unscripted, the last 2 lines were cut – it wasn't shown on the video segment. Freddie was getting angrier and angrier but he didn't want the camera to see his ugly face, especially Carly.

He imagined how frightened Carly would be to see him in that position.

Carly probably won't date me if she sees me like this. Freddie decided to run out right in middle of the nearly unfinished video segment. Sam did so after him. Spencer was the one left remaining on the table. He slept during the video camera.
Carly came out from the bathroom and returned to the camera.

She yelled, "Cut!" that caused Spencer to wake up.

"I'm not sleeping," half-sleeping Spencer said. Carly motioned him to say something front of the camera. "I'm Carly's brother."

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Please REVIEW! Not required but eh, up to you... your review will keep me going otherwise I may not update any newer chapter because I'm very busy. My schedule is quite hectic. I probably won't feel compelled to update anything due to no reviews. But even so if no reviews, I MAY still update anyway.

Ah, yes some of you may have watched the actual video segment on I borrowed these lines to be a part of this chapter. So I don't own THIS, others than this... I own them. Last 2 lines I made them up. Not literally cut.