Sam's POV

I stormed down the stairs, just wanting to leave the Shay apartment as fast as I could. It was an odd feeling; I've never wanted to leave the Shay apartment so badly before, it was always the place I would go to, and now I couldn't get out fast enough.

"Whoa Sam, where's the fire?" I heard Spencer say. I didn't know where he was, I wasn't looking. "Hey, for once I didn't cause the fire!" He cheered. I rolled my eyes and hastily slipped my feet into my high-tops.

"Sam!" I heard Carly call; I heard her feet bounding down the stairs. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me, walked down the hall, and opened the door to the stairs. I jumped down steps in threes, just trying to make a little distance. Where I'm going right now, I have no clue, but I guess I'll figure it out eventually.

Freddie's POV

"Sam!" I heard Carly call from the hall. "Sam!" I walked

"What's going on?" I asked as I opened my apartment door. Carly looked kind of like a deer in the headlights when I spoke.

"Oh, uh, just, uh, had a disagreement with Sam."

"What about?"

"Uh, nothing important, girl stuff. Yeah, so, no big deal. It was nothing. She'll be back eventually." Carly said before retreating back into her apartment.

Nothing important? Sam doesn't just leave because of something that "isn't important". Sam isn't the one to overact over nothing, so this had to be something. Where'd she go, though?

Carly's POV

"What's up?" Spencer asked, looking up from his latest sculpture. "What's wrong with Sam?"

"It's girl stuff, don't think you'd be too interested." I said.

"Ooh, drama! Tell all!" Spencer jumped onto the couch and clapped like a little girl, making me laugh.

"Okay!" I paused. "You remember how I told you and Jenna that you two were just forcing your relationship?" He nodded. "Sam and Freddie overheard and thought that transcended to them too, and so they thought, mutually, that it would be best for them to break up. But it wasn't mutual, apparently! Sam still likes Freddie and I just found this out earlier today and Sam is just denying the fact that it wasn't mutual and that Freddie's moved on but she hasn't and I tried to apologize or tell her that I didn't mean them, I actually love them as a couple! Just not when they'd use me as their argument mediator. And-"

"Carly!" Spencer yelled, shaking my shoulders. "Stop talking so fast! Calm down!"

"Never tell a girl to calm down!"

"I just did, and I'm about to say it again! Calm down! So you basically broke up Sam and Freddie."

"Spencer!" I shrieked. "You aren't helping!"

"Okay! No need to be loud!" Spencer sat back down on the couch. "So Sam and Freddie thought you were talking about them. Okay. So what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know!" I screamed. "Oh my gosh, I broke them up! I ruined a relationship! I'm a relationship wrecker!"

"Carly, calm down!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to never tell a girl to calm down? I broke up my two best friends, and now one of them is mad at me and oh gosh, what if she's miserable! What if she's upset? Oh, she is upset! She's upset and she has no one to comfort her! That used to be what I did, most of the time! But now it's my fault and oh, this is horrible!"

"Carly Shay!" Spencer said. I didn't even notice he was standing up again, looming over me, and had been shaking me for quite some time now. "Sit." Spencer pointed towards the couch. I sat down, clutching a pillow and looked up at my older brother. "People break up. Sometimes, those people get back together, sometimes they don't. Whether or not you may have said something that influenced their decision to break up, they broke up. They had probably been debating it within themselves for quite some time now. Sam is the type of girl who acts on her feelings and impulses. If she still likes Freddie, chances are she'll let him know."

I stared at Spencer, momentarily speechless, my mouth slightly gaping open. "When did you get so wise?" I asked bluntly. He didn't seem offended, though.

"I'm your older brother, I'm supposed to be goofy most of the time, and wise when you really need it. Now, go do something girls do to relax, like, taking a bubble bath or painting their nails."

I nodded, slowly standing up, and retreated to my room.

Freddie's POV

I peeked onto the fire escape and saw Sam sitting there, sipping a smoothie. She was wearing the same outfit she was earlier today, except now she was wearing a dark green bomber jacket. A dark gray zebra-striped tee shirt peeked out from underneath her jacket, fitted over her dark skinny jeans that bunched into her high-tops. Her face was frowning in concentration, her eyebrows slightly drawn together as she glared off into the Seattle night sky.

"Hey." I said, stepping through the window. Her grip on her smoothie tightened when she heard my voice and turned her head.

"What are you doing here?" She practically spat at me.

"When one of my friends storm out of the apartment across the hall, I tend to feel the urge to check up on them and see how they're doing." I explained, sitting on the ledge.

"Well I don't need you here, you can go now." It was silent for a few seconds. "Well? Bye-bye. You can go now." More silence. Sam groaned, throwing her smoothie as hard as she could. "Why are you still here?"

"Because I'm not leaving until you explain what's the matter."

"Then you're in for a long night, Fredward." More silence, though this felt as if it spanned over decades. "Why do care, anyway?"

"You're my friend Sam, I care about my friends." Sam groaned, rolling her eyes as her head fell back.

"If I still had my smoothie, there would be strawberry flavored ice in your hair and a straw in your eye."

"Harsh." I said, standing up and leaning on the wall.

"Well, it's the truth. That's what I would've done."

"Why?"

"Do you ever shut up?" She hissed, glaring at me. Sam stood up, her arms crossed, jumping off the steps, her shoes hitting the landing with a loud slap. "Will you just leave me alone? I never told you to come here and try to console me or whatever your little nerd brain thought you could get away with. You're lucky I haven't pummeled you yet. This fire escape is too big for the both of us. Either you're leaving, or I am." Sam huffed, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips.

Something about the way she was standing made me feel weird. I don't know what the feeling is, but it's weird, and I don't know if I like it very much, but I'm intent on keeping Sam out here. I move in front of the window, crossing my arms, and Sam sighed in disgust. She marched towards me and glared at me, as if giving me a warning of sorts. I glared back. Sam's arms hit me hard in the chest, and she forcefully pushed me out of her way. I could have held my ground and frustrated her even more, and I don't know why I didn't. Sam put her hand on the window ledge and used it as leverage to get into the hotel.

Without a word of farewell or a parting glance, Sam walked away.