Peaceful? How could I feel peaceful? And Fredhead's face usually cancels out any enjoyment I might have in my day. Unless he felt some pain my day doesn't feel complete. But today, something felt different.
I sat on Carly's couch drinking some root beer, waiting for her to come bring some new clothes down. How long could it take her, really?
And just like that, she appeared with some clean clothes for me to wear. Such a good friend. Then she went right back upstairs (without even saying a word or looking at my face) while I changed, probably to take a shower or something.
It's almost like Freddie has some sort of "Carly radar" and can tell when she is awake. I wasn't quite done changing when he walked in. And now the door was unlocked, of course. Spencer is pretty right; neither of us ever seems to be at our own houses; always his and Carly's.
"Hey-oh!" Freddie announced his usual greeting. "Oh, um sorry." he looked away; kind of "I didn't realize you were changing your - why are changing in Carly's living room? Speaking of Carly, where is she?" he had the goofiest look on his face, goofier than I had ever seen before.
"I dunno, probably taking a shower or something. She went back upstairs after bringing me something to wear. Didn't even say anything or look at me."
"Okay, good." his goofy look changed to a happy half-smile-half-smirk.
"Good? Why is that good?"
"Because, Sam. Just because. It's just like, there is something I want to say, but I don't know if I want Carly to hear it."
Confused and curious, I responded "Because why? Can't you just man-up and say it? Geez… sometimes you can be such a nub." Again, I felt that smirk crawl onto my face again. But it was kind of, well, a feeling I liked. Unexplainable, but it just felt right.
"Well I really don't want Carly to hear what I'm going to say. Can we just go over to my place? I promise you my mom will not be watching us like a hawk. She's gone somewhere, I dunno where, but I don't really care. Please? Just humor me."
"Why couldn't we go somewhere public? With other people. So I don't have to look at your face." I'm not sure how, but these words ended up coming out of my mouth flirtatiously.
"Ha, ha. Funny Sam. It's just that I don't want to say this in front of a lot of people. Also if you attack me and beat me up in private, no one else needs to know. But if it were at the Groovy Smoothie or something everyone there would see me get beat up by a girl."
"I see. You're just embarrassed by the fact that I could take you any day. You don't think I can be a civilized person, just having a conversation in public with a "friend", hanging out and getting a smoothie. I see how it is." I tried to sound hurt, and that kind of seemed to work.
"That isn't at ALL what I meant by that. But seriously, Sam. This isn't something I even would want to talk about in public. It's something I don't even know if I will be able to say it privately without throwing up."
A confused, nervous smirk found its home on both of our faces. It was almost as if both of knew what he was thinking. Boys are so easy to read.
"If it's going to make you feel that uncomfortable we can head over to your place I guess." I grabbed the nearest bucket to, jokingly thrusting it at him. "Here take this bucket. I'm pretty sure you will throw up."
"Uh, thanks." Freddie's face turned a pale green as we headed across the hall way.
Because I ran out of his apartment not long after waking up, I didn't realize how sterile it was. I didn't really shock me; I know how Mrs. Benson works. Sadly. But for some reason, I felt comfortable in here. It wasn't really exciting, but I kind of liked it.
"Now we're here. Whadaya want Fredbag? This place gives me the creeps, it's to… clean and bland. So get on with it." I said, hiding my actual opinion.
Freddie let out a sigh and said "Have you noticed that we get along a lot better when Carly isn't around. It's like we want to act like we hate each other around her, but when we are like this, it's nice. I just think we should just decide if we want to get along or not. I'm tired of this bipolar chiz."
"Oh. Um, yeah… I guess I agree." I didn't mean it to be, but it sounded sad, depressed almost. I couldn't hang on to my character. It was like I caved or something. I am so confused.