Sam is having a perfectly normal day, which of course means by seven at night she's close to the lethargic state of boredom. It's not like she's unhappy with her life, it's about as good as it gets while one is on probation, but Mama needs a little spice in her life, she feels. If the police don't get that, that's their problem.
She laughs at Dwight on The Office, and glances over at Carly to make sure she's gotten the joke. Sometimes Carly doesn't quite grasp the That's What She Said jokes. Sam feels you should never explain a That's What She Said joke, but Carly often makes that necessary.
However, this particular Wednesday night, Carly does not seem in need of an explanation of certain sexual humor. No, tonight, the brunette is simply sitting on the couch, regarding Sam in an odd manor.
Sam mutes the TV as it goes to commercial. "What's up?"
She blinks, as if startled out of a daze. "Nothing. Nothing."
Sam tugs her long blonde hair into a ponytail, and she knows her hair's all bumpy at the top, but she doesn't care. "Please, don't give me that bullchiz, you've been staring at me ever since I got here to spend the night."
Carly bites her lip. "Nothing."
The blonde gives her a look.
"I know something…" she starts. "It's weird."
"Then tell me," Sam says idly, already bored with the conversation.
Carly groans. "But it involves you."
"All the more reason to tell me."
"But they made me promise not to tell."
"But I won't tell that you told."
"I don't know that for sure."
"Me neither, just tell me!"
"No!" Carly huffs and un-mutes the television. They've already missed the first joke after the commercial break. This upsets Sam even more, whose insecurity is already starting to break through, but she keeps quiet throughout the whole night about the incident.
The two girls are crawling into Carly's purple queen-sized bed, ready to go to sleep, when Carly cracks.
"Freddie's in love with you," she blurts, loudly and quietly at the same time.
Sam lies on her stomach and doesn't respond. She'd like to say she feels there is no proper reply to those words other than projectile vomiting and prompt suicide, but instead her palms start to sweat and her heart races nervously. Like she's been expecting? dreading? this, but still doesn't know what to do now that it's happened.
"Sam, did you hear me?" Carly's worried.
"What?" she croaks. She'd give anything for Carly to be lying.
"I… he said he likes you…" her friend repeats, sounding like she wishes she hadn't told her. "Don't freak out, okay, I mean, it's okay, it's kinda cute, in a way, he'll probably get over it, you know? I didn't mean 'in love with,' just 'likes.'…I think."
Sam sits up, clearing her head. "…Carls, I think we can have some fun with this."
"Sam…" Carly groans. "No. NO. We are NOT manipulating our friend's feelings like this. He deserves better and you know that. I don't want a part in this, Sam. No, Freddie isn't going to be treated-" She probably says more, but the blonde's stopped listening, lost in thought.
Sam feels she's found the little spice in her life.
i've always thought sam would want to humiliate freddie for liking her, even if she liked him back.
anyway, thanks for the reviews! brightened up my morning considerably.