I pushed the giant sunglasses back up on my nose. My face, hidden behind a pizza menu, was peering back and forth at Freddie, sitting alone at a table reading a book. I peered at the book title, hoping to get some more information on who he was meeting. Big help. The title was Solving the Complexity of Technology and Hardware. I sighed, and leaned back into my booth. I decided to pull out my notepad, and scribbled down a whole bunch of notes and research on today. I eventually got bored tough, and at the end of the hour I began doodling on the margins. I started to yawn when the lines were filled up with rockets and bobble heads, with an occasional ugly bunny. I yawned, and pushed my back against the window. I'm so bored. What is taking so long. I peer again at Freddie, he's to stuck on his book, reading, and occasionally glancing up to stuff pieces of pepperoni into his mouth. That's when it all happened so fast. Sam came along, and sauntered to the order counter. He glanced to his left to see her face, and then, out of fear, swiveled so his back was to me.
"Okay, listen up." A waitress in front of me said. "Order something instead of staring at that boy in front of you."
"Sorry. I've just been having a hard time." I apologize, and blush. "Name's Carly, Carly Shay."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah I know, we go to the same school. You think you're so hot don't you?"
"I don't think that."
Yeah you do. Oh hey! I'm Carly Shay! I'm so cool, and I could beat the crud out of you." She mutters, then glares at me.
"I'm not like that."
"Sure you are. You can't fool me."
"But I'm not trying to fool you. I'm trying to save a friend's life."
"Whatever. You got 5 minutes to order or get out of here." She spat, before turning on her heel and marching away.
I give another sigh. Her threat scares me a bit, and I don't like it when people hate me. I turn to see Sam march off as Freddie remains behind, looking slightly depressed. I checked my watch. How long was I talking to that girl? 5 minutes, perfect amount of time for something to happen. That's when I noticed Sam never left the restaurant yet. She was looking straight at me, like I didn't fool her. But the look she gave me was filled with hatred and anger, like I caused her a pain she never wanted coming. She then shook off and walked out the door in silence. I blanked out for a moment. I picked up my coat, and quietly walked out the door, too. I gave one last look at the place where I followed Freddie. Pizza Breguette. Odd name, especially with that 'r' in there. I walk up to the closest supermarket I see, and walk in.
The place was gleaming with light and shiny chrome. There was a worker standing next to the automatic doors holding a platter of sugar cookies. I took one. Around me were sections of foods divided into so many categories. They had a desert sub-section! I walked over to dairy products till I found the aisle that carried butters, margarine, and oils. Looking for the best choice, I picked out a tuber ware of a creamy kind. On the back, (of EVERY product) was a post, that stated the store's name and address. I skimmed over the nutrition facts, before heading over to the cashier line and paying.
"That'll be $5.00 miss." The cashier said, and handed me a plastic bag.
I laughed. "Thank you."
Walking out of the store, I headed home. When I got to the apartment, I waved at Lubert, who screamed in pain. I chuckled before heading to my floor. When I reached my door, I pulled out my keys and unlocked it.
"I'M HOME!" I shouted, waiting to be greeted like a princess.
"Carly! Thank goodness. Gimme the butter." Spencer replied, and grabbed the plastic bag. Holding it up to the lamp he read the post. "Plenty-O-Foods: The best choice for your stomach."
"Weird." I say, unfocused on the conversation. I was too bust dissecting the tidbits of what happened at the restaurant. I'm still shocked. What happened between Sam and Freddie? Did Sam beat him up again? Was Freddie making fun of her intellect? And who was on the phone with Freddie? I give up, I thought.
"Carly! Best supermarket ever! I shall never buy from another for as long as I live!" He raised his hands in the air for emphasis.
"You're being too drastic Spence." I mutter, before heading up to my room. "I'll be right back."
A few minutes later I come down, wearing a comfy sweater and shorts. I have old sandals to match, making it look like I've been home for a while. Walking past Spencer, who was holding the tub of butter, I opened the door just as Sam was standing in front of it.
"Hey Sam." I say in surprise. "I was just going over to Freddie's."
Sam looked me up and down. "What's with the getup?"
"Oh you know. Not feeling like trying to look nice. I've been home all day." I lie.
"Yeah. I guess you have." She's staring at me, knowing I'm lying, but playing along with it anyway.
"So...where'd you go this afternoon."
"Theatre, park, slept." She listed.
"Where'd you sleep?" I questioned.
"Does it matter?" She smirked, before tugging back to a neutral face expression. "Anyway, I suggest you stay away from Freddward."
"Why? Did something happen?" I feel afraid and over excited.
"Yeah, you could say something hit him all right." She grumbled, before waving goodbye. "Stay away from him 'kay, Carls?"
I waved goodbye before pondering on what she said. Freddie looked fine at the restaurant. He looked perfectly healthy. So why was Sam so insistent on me staying away from him? And why did she make it sound like a threat. Oh gosh, I'm asking myself questions again. Like someone's going to answer all this for me. I should stop reading so many books.
I got a sudden thought. "Sam! We have iCarly tomorrow! We need to rehearse."
She popped her head near the corner. "Yeah, I'll just figure some skits out and run them through you in the morning."
"What? No group meeting." I ask, shocked.
"Nah, I need some ham right now."
"Come on down. Spencer bought a packet of ham yesterday."
"No thanks Carly, not in the mood."
Sam never acts this way to me. Never. Not since we became friends. Something is off, and I'm not going to heed her warning this time.