Freddie's POV

I stood back and waited a few seconds while Sam went into the apartment. Carly didn't need to know that I ride up with Sam everyday. It's better that she thinks I come in from my apartment after Sam enters. I watched the back of Sam as she charged the door to Carly's place. Her blond hair swished back and forth as she ran. I told her that since we get home at the same time everyday that we could ride up together. That's not true. I get home way before she does. I just want to ride up with her.

As much as she hurts me and as much as we tease each other I can't help but like her. Not like her as in LIKE her just uh… like her. BE QUIET!

I barged into the Shay's apartment like I always do and flopped on the couch next to Sam.

"Hey Carly!" I called, "Sam."

"Frederly." She shot back with distaste but I could see her mouth turn up at the sides as we exchanged looks.

"Hey Sam," Carly yelled from the kitchen, "I bought your favorite… ham, ribs, steak and bacon."

Sam was in the kitchen before Carly finished saying ham. The food was gone by the time I made it to the kitchen to swipe a piece of bacon. Sam had left one piece and I grabbed a moment before her causing our hands to touch. She pulled back and a tint that looked suspiciously like a blush spread across her cheeks.

She ran to the couch, dove down and was asleep faster then she finished the food.

I watched her as she slept, "I don't know how she does that."

Carly shrugged and we squeezed into the space left on the couch on either side of Sam. I was next to her head and Carly y her feet. Unfortunately Sam chose that moment to stretch so now her feet were in Carly's lap and her head was in mine. I took the opportunity to watch her. Her usually demonic face was smooth and her curls sprayed across my lap in into my hand. This was a moment I could live with Sam.

Carly's POV

I tried not to watch Sam and Freddie. I knew that Freddie probably hated this moment and Sam would be in agony if she were awake. Why couldn't those two…

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Rising up I shook Sam's feet off me. The door opened to reveal… MY DAD!

"EEEEEEKKKK! DAD!" I shrieked and tackled him in a hug.

"Urf Hi kiddo." He laughed.

"SPENCER GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!"

Spencer's long, gangly frame came running out, "Daddy? OOF!" He tripped and fell down the stairs. My dad and I rushed to pick him up. When he was up Spencer tackled our dad similarly in a hug. I was so happy I didn't notice that a tall girl stood in the room by the door. She looked to be about 12 or 13 years old.

"Uh Dad?" I asked, "Who is that?"

He looked uncomfortable and he fidgeted around.

"Yeah Daddy who is that?" Spencer said straightening up from the hug.

I studied the girl. She had long, dark hair like me and the same apple cheeks. Her long, slender figure reminded me of Spencer and her eyes…

"Dad," My voice squeaked, "Who is she?"

Dad's brown eyes looked up meeting mine. His eyes were watering and his lip trembling.

He glanced over at the girl and she nodded.

"Carly would you tell your friends to go upstairs?"

"Freddie take Sam upstairs." I barked.

Freddie glanced at Sam's face, then at mine and then my dad's. Shrugging he swung Sam up in his arms, bride style and staggered upstairs.

"So Dad," Spencer mumbled, "Who is she?"

"Spencer, Carly," Dad's voice trembled, "This is your little sister."