-Carly-

After School, me and Freddie decided to study a bit together. I asked Sam if she wanted to join us. She eh,.. laughed in my face until tears came from her eyes, then she patted my shoulder and told me :'Later, Carls', still chuckling to herself.. Yeah, well.

So, me and Freddie were sitting on the couch. I skimmed through the math book, while he was writing something down.

"Freddie?"

"Mhm?"

I closed the book, facing him. "Did you get number 4? Could you please explain it to me?" I pleaded sighing. I was going nuts here.. Math is a jerk!

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the paper. "Sure! One sec.."

I nodded, smiling. I was glad to have Freddie. Every time I asked Spence to help me, he began to doodle on my homework, instead of helping me out. And Gibby.. Well, Gibby!

After a while, Freddie put his notes away, looking up to me. "Okay," He smiled. "Now, let's see.." I opened the book and pointed on the task.

"Stupid math.." I mumbled.

"You sound like Sam!" Freddie told me, slightly smirking. "Speaking of that girl.. She really should do some homework. She's getting lazier and lazier with every day!"

He had a point there. Freddie used to convince her by giving her a handful smarties with every task she was doing. But lately.. He wasn't doing that anymore, therefore Sam does not do her homework. Instead she throws fat cake wrappers at happy couples at the park,

yelling : 'No to sappy chiz!'

"Whatever.." Freddie sighed deeply, taking a second look. "Oh, that's easy," He told me. "You just have to-"

Just then, the door swung open and Sam walked in with an apple in her hand. Freddie and I looked up at her and as she saw us, she looked uncomfortably around.

"Sorry, forgot something.." She mumbled. What? Freddie and me exchanged weird looks. We watched her walking out, just to hear two knocks on the door and Sam walking in again.

That was weird..

"Now, that was very polite!" I giggled at my best friends behavior, shrugging at Freddie, who frowned.

Sam took a seat at the arm chair. She then looked disgusted at the books, taking a crunchy bite on her apple.

"You still do the…," She searched for words. "Stuff with the books? Ya know..," She gulped bitterly "Studying?"

I laughed, shaking my head while Freddie pulled his brows together and smiled oddly.

"Yeah, some people do that actually.." Freddie told her, nodding while puckering his lips.

Sam rolled her eyes at him, looking annoyed. "Good for you!" She said, mocking Freddie with the same tone.

Good.. Tyson's Good! My eyes shot open. THE DATE WITH TYSON IS TOMORROW!

"SAM!" I exclaimed.

"What?" She asked surprised.

"The date with Tyson is tomorrow, Sam!" I explained. Seriously, how can she possibly ask?

"Yeah.. So?" She said rather bored. How dare she? He's sooo cute.

"Date? Who?" I heard Freddie wondering.

"Don't just say 'so'!" I whined.

Sam sighed, sitting right up. "Carls, chill. It's tomorrow!"

"Date - Who with who?" Freddie wondered ones more but this time louder. His glances jumping between me and Sam, waiting for an answer. Sam looked for a brief time at him but then back at me.

"But we have to plan what you're gonna wear. We have to make this work! Tyson's great." I told her, getting up.

"Plan? I never plan anything!," Sam answered, scoffing.

I crossed my arms. How could she be so stubborn? Ugh!

"Guys, seriously-" Freddie was cut off by Sam. "Besides, I already know what I'm going to wear!"

I smiled. Wow! So she actually gave thought to it. "Really?" I wondered, hopefully.

"Yeah, clothes." She replied.

Great.. I gave her a look.

"Sounds like a plan.." I said.

It went silent. Then Freddie spoke up.

"Wait, wait, wait!," He demanded, getting confused. "Who are we talking about? Who has a date with this Tyler guy?"

Sam chuckled lightly. Don't think I didn't hear that!

I rolled my eyes. "Tyson!" I whined, impatiently. "Why are you guys coming up with this name? There's no Tyler!"

"Yes, there is." They both said in unison.

Oh, wow.. I give up.

I gazed at them.

"Oh my!"

"Oh my.." Freddie repeated, under his breath, making fun of me. Sam snorted from the arm chair.

Hey! Why am I the victim here?

"Stop!" I told them ashamedly.

"Yeah, well. Would you guys just tell me already who of you is going on a date with Tyson?" Freddie changed the subject.

I saw Sam shifting in her seat, making a grimace. Are we playing hot seat?

"Sam has!," I said. "And she still didn't even talk to him!"

Sam glared for a brief time at me. "Yeah, I have! I said : 'Make sure the restaurant where you gonna take me to serves spaghetti!'"

I then saw Freddie looking at her carefully. She was shifting again.

"I know a good restaurant.." He halfheartedly said, offering a small smile.

"Which serves spaghetti?" Sam asked him suddenly excited.

"Forget the spaghetti! Let's get you some cute clothes for your date!" I smirked.

"..So you like Tyson?" Freddie wanted to know.

Sam then looked at him, looked at me and ran to the door. "Gotta go! Byeeee!"

With that she was out.

"Well..," I shrugged nervously at Freddie. "Let's get you some cute clothes, then." I joked, chuckling.

Freddie glared at me.

".. I'll shut up." I quickly sat, sitting down again.