Hey, back again! I couldn't resist putting a 'special lemonade' reference in there. Ha ha! Hopefully you're reading this chapter, which either means you like it or are bored. Whatever the reason, give back some feed! Was it good, was it bad, what did you like, what did you dislike? I'm kind of pumped to know!

DISCLAIMER: Will someone please tell Dan Schnieder (that's not spelled right, I think, sorry!) to put iLost My Mind on SOONER than August? Because I'm definitely not in charge.

FREDDIE

It was the Saturday after the lock-in, and I had just begun to fall asleep. The lock-in was fun and all (well, they normally are - this one was just confusing), but it took a really long time to get fully rested again.

Anyway, I was just starting to dream. It was a dream I'd dreamt before; Carly gives me a new Pear laptop on our ten year anniversary and kisses me long and passionately. Except it was weird. First of all, I was over Carly and hadn't had that dream for years. And secondly, it wasn't Carly giving me a laptop. It was Sam. And thirdly, just as Sam leaned into kiss me (and just as I started to panic) the doorbell rang, making everything dissolve.

I opened my eyes and peeped at the clock. I'd only been asleep for ten minutes. I groaned and closed my eyes again before I recognized the sound of someone pounding at my door.

"Freddie!" I could make out Carly's voice yelling my name. "Get out here!"

I stumbled out of bed, down the stairs, and to the door. Yanking it open, I growled, "Whadya want?"

Carly breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. For a second I thought your mom was going to answer." She said your mom like some people say the devil. I saw her point.

"She's down at the grocery store buying ingredients for organic cumquat stew," I mumbled, calming down.

"Oh," Carly said awkwardly. "Anyway… we need to talk."

From the look in her eye, I knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. "No, no we don't," I said, alarmed. I started to shut the door, except Carly tried to push it back open, and suddenly it was a full-scale war.

"Let me in, Freddie!" She grunted, heaving with all her weight (which wasn't much) at the door. "You need to talk with Sam!"

"There's nothing to talk about!" I insisted.

"Yes, there is!" She said stubbornly. "Just talk to her!"

"Never!" I yelled.

"Freddie -" For some reason, she gasped. "Your mom's coming!"

"What?" I stopped pushing just long enough for Carly to burst in through the door and land on top of me.

"Ha," she said smugly. "I win." She shut the front door. An omnious sign.

"I just woke up," I muttered. "It doesn't count."

"Whatever." Carly stood up and flipped her hair, then held out a hand to me. Grudgingly, I took it and pulled myself up. "The point is, you need to talk to Sam."

"What I really need is to go back to sleep," I said. "I'm going to bed." I really, really didn't want to talk about this. I had no idea what to think. Yesterday, would I ever considered Sam as a romantic interest? You can bet your grape juice that I wouldn't have. Today, however, I wasn't so sure.

I mean, sure, Sam was aggressive and pushy and was basically a carnivore and sometimes kicked me in illegal places. And she'd always made it clear that she'd hated me. But, even I had to admit, she was pretty. Really pretty. She was honest - painfully so - and funny and never let anything scare her. She was strong. And that thing where she always had a weird nickname for me seemed less annoying than it used to be and more cute -

Crap, did I like her?

"You have to talk to her," Carly cried, grabbing my arm.

"Why should I?" I snapped, getting defensive. "She's the one who kissed me!"

"Knew it," Carly hissed under her breath, then cleared her throat. "Look, you don't have to return her feelings. I mean, yeah, she's in love with you. That's huge. But more than that, this is the first time Sam's been brave enough to make a move. Do you know how scared she must have been? And the fact that it was someone she knew, someone she'd have to see every day from then on. She took a huge risk and I'm so proud of her. If you just never talk to her, do you think she'll ever get the courage to make another move on anyone else ever again? You could wreck her whole self-esteem. You could ruin her whole life!" By this point Carly was shaking me by the shoulders. I shrugged away from her.

"I think Sam will be fine," I said, though I sounded doubtful.

Carly stared at me, and I got the impression she was angry. "Fine. Don't talk to her. But just remember this: no matter what happens, Sam is your friend. She deserves to hear from you." She walked away, without looking back.

I shook my head. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Carly, wait!" I called. Carly stopped at the door handle, and glanced back at me. I swallowed. "If I go and talk to Sam, will you come with me?"

Carly slowly grinned. "And miss it? No way."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"I'll get Spencer to drive us there later today!" She chirped over her shoulder as she left the apartment. "See you later!"

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. I crawled back up the stairs and collapsed on my bed, and it was then when the realization hit me: What did I do?