Sam
"Dude, Carls, what're you talking about?" I ask, trying to look confused.
"You know what I'm talking about! I was just looking for you and Freddie, so I ask Brad, whom I thought would know because I thought you liked him and he said you're out here. Then I went to look for Freddie but I couldn't find him, and then I come to the window and I find you guys making out!"
"We weren't making out, Carls," I say in my imitation of her voice.
"Well… at first not. You, like, kissed him, then it got all awkward, then you guys talked and then you made out!"
"Carlotta, we did not make out!"
"Fine! But you kissed." For that last part she gets all serious and accusing. I snort.
"Yeah, so?"
"You kissed."
"Uh-huh."
"You and Freddie kissed."
"I think I know that."
"But…"
"But what?"
"Sam, don't 'but what' me. This is huge! You, like, like Freddie."
"No clue what you're talking about, Carls," I say in a bored voice, even though my mind is freaking out right now. Does she know? Well, duh, she caught me and Fredley kissing. Does she think it's real? Did she hear us? What about Brad? What's Carly going to say?
"You love Freddie!"
All I can do is stare at her blankly. "Huh?"
"You. Love. Freddie. Benson."
I narrow my eyes and shake my head slightly. Yeah I love Freddie, but I'm not telling anyone, who does she think she is? Your best friend…. Well… yeah… I guess. But still, that doesn't mean I have to-
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Dude, Carls, there are some things I don't tell people."
"So you admit you love him!"
"I didn't admit anything!"
"But you love him!"
"Car-leee" I groan, getting slightly frustrated.
"Admit you love him and you can go."
"Fine," I say, raising my arms in the air. I smirk. "You love him, happy?"
Before Carly has a chance to reply, I have pushed past her and am in the main building again. The place looks normal, as in, freakishly normal, but it doesn't seem to bother me. Brad and Freddie are talking behind Freddie's computer, probably about their new app. Freddie looks up as I enter and smiles briefly, almost unnoticeably, but goes straight back to working on his app. Brad also gives me a friendly smile, and I wonder if Freddie has told him.
"Uh, hey Sam, could you please get the yellow cable? I think I dropped it near my locker," Brad says, pointing towards the exit. I nod, deciding to keep up with the 'Sam is acting nice' act. As I walk past Frediffer, I flick the back of his head, to which he responds with a semi-loving, semi-annoyed yell of 'ouch!' and I smirk at him.
I think I am about half-way to Brad's locker when I hear Carly's voice talking (more like whisper-yelling) around the corner, and I wouldn't be Sam Puckett if I didn't eavesdrop a bit, especially if Carly is saying my name.
"Spencer, this is serious! Sam and-"
"Carly, look, you come back, talk to Gibby, I can't even hear you, he gets this really weird expression on his face, he nods, you run around, open the door to my… box, you drag me out and now you just start yelling at me? What is going-"
"." Silence.
"What?"
"Sam kissed Freddie and then they talked and then Freddie took Sam's arm and he, like, kissed her and they were all like making out!"
"Oh my god, no way!"
"Spencer! This is serious!"
"I knew this would happen, I knew it! Go Sedd-" Spencer is suddenly hushed by Carly.
"Spencer! Keep your voice down!"
"…So… wait… I thought Sam liked Brad."
"Yeah, I thought so too…" Cary sighs, and I can hear her leaning against a locker.
"You sound strangely sad about this."
"What, no! I'm just… kinda upset… you know, because Sam didn't say anything. I didn't even know she was in love before some weird computer app told me. And then I didn't get it that she didn't like Brad, oh my god, she must've been so annoyed at me! And then I totally freaked when I saw her kissing Freddie and ugh, I feel like such a bad friend!"
Yup, typical Carly, making me go on a guilt run. I choose that moment to round the corner, pretending I haven't heard anything. I promptly run right into Spencer and he stumbles and falls over.
"Oops, sorry Spence," I say, holding him my hand. He narrows his eyes and turns to Carly.
"You're right, she is definitely different." Carly swallows and nods slightly, clearly still shocked.
"Uh… was I interrupting something?" I ask awkwardly as I help Spencer up. They reply at the same time, Carly with a 'no' and Spencer with a 'yes.' I glare at them. "Look, if this is about me, I don't want to hear it. I'm just going to go get the yellow cable, so please let me through."
Spencer nods and walks awkwardly away, leaving Carly and me standing in the hallway. I start to move, but Carly stops me, pulling me into a hug. When she finally lets go, she starts talking immediately in a very Carly-ish way.
"Look, Sam, I am so sorry, I didn't know you loved Freddie and then I just totally freaked out when I saw you making out and then I freaked again and I talked to you and I messed things up ad can you forgive me please?"
I nod, looking at her, slightly concerned. "Are you feeling okay, Carls? You seem slightly… weird," I conclude. Wow, way to be creative, Puckett.
"Well, I'm just, you know, confused, 'cause of, you know, you… and Freddie… making out…"
"Carly! We were not making out!"
"I don't care! You… you loved him and you didn't tell me…."
"Carly, we've been through this before. Look, I'll just go get the yellow cable and you can go back to your psychology-whatsit project with Gibby." I really don't mean to sound harsh, but Carly seriously needs to calm down. She stares at me blankly for a few seconds, then turns, and, slowly, begins walking towards where she's working again, muttering to herself.
I am about to continue on when someone else grabs my shoulder. I whirl around, ready to strike them, but when I see Spencer there, I just let out a frustrated groan.
"What do you want, Spencer?"
"Well… ohmygodareyouandFreddiedating?"
"Dude, what the chiz?"
Wow, I didn't think this would be so popular. I hope I'm keeping Sam in character here, even though this chapter is more talking. Please review and constructively criticize!