Going home that night, I realized that I was an idiot. I was an idiot for thinking I was in love with Carly. I was an idiot for never thinking of Sam in a romantic way. I was an idiot for thinking that she actually hated me. And most importantly, I was an idiot for not responding to the kiss. God, how stupid can I be?
I was now lying in bed with one thought in my head: I had to talk to her. Whether it be right now, or tomorrow, or whenever. It just had to happen. I switched my light on and reached for my phone, dialing Sam's number.
I braced myself for this phone call. It will be brutal, there is no doubt about that. But anytime that I talk to her is brutal, but in a strange way I love it. It's one of the many things that I love about her. Alright, it's ringing...and ringing... and voicemail. She obviously just ignored my call.
I'm not going to let that phase me, nope. I'm not taking it personally. Instead of calling again, I'm just going to walk over to Carly's. I'm not going to call either of them. Just going to give them a surprise visit...at 4:30 in the morning. My mom was at work, so I didn't have to worry about sneaking out.
I got dressed quickly and looked in the mirror, just to make sure my hair was at least presentable. It wasn't. Pieces were sticking up here and there. This wouldn't work. I reached for my brush and gel and, as fast as I could, styled it.
Next thing I knew I was at Carly's door, reaching for the knob. I can do this. It's not going to be easy, but I can do this. I turned the knob, and to my satisfaction, it was open.
I looked inside and saw no sign of Sam. I quietly turned to shut the door, trying to make sure I didn't wake anybody up. "Oh hey Freddie, how's it going?"
"Ahhhh!" I screamed, and fell back onto the door. I peered into the kitchen and saw Spencer nonchalantly eating a mango at the table. "You scared the chiz out of me Spencer!"
"Sorry, I thought you saw me." He didn't look at me again, he just turned his attention to his mango, not saying anything.
"You okay dude?" It was then that I felt a rush of fear course through me. He slowly looked up from his fruit and gave me a stare. It wasn't one of those 'It's okay, I'm fine.' Or even a 'What do you mean, I'm fine,' kind of looks. No. This one was more along the lines of 'Am I okay? Am I okay? Are you crazy?'
"I'm just going to go talk to Sam." He still didn't say anything to me, his gaze just followed me up the stairs, I could feel it. I shook off the scary thought of a Mad Spencer and reached Carly's door. I brought my hand up to knock, but instead of doing it instantly, thought for a second.
Do I really want to do this? I didn't even have to think about that, yes, I do. I need to. I finally brought myself to knock. It took a few seconds, but the light went on and I heard footsteps walking to the door. I smiled nervously.
"I'm coming!" I heard Carly shout. Finally, the door opened to reveal a sleepy girl, hair everywhere, make-up drooping down her face. "Freddie? What are you doing here."
"I came to talk to Sam." Her eyes widened a little bit and she moved to the side, indicating that I could come in. I walked in and looked around, no sign of Sam. "Is she here?" I asked turning to Carly.
"You better sit down." I gave her a confused look, but did as she asked.
"What's going on, Carls?"
She looked at me nervously before taking the seat next to me. "Sam's not here."
I gave her a look. "Obviously."
"Yeah, well. You're not going to like where she is." I just stared at her, waiting for an answer. The corners of her mouth turned up a little bit, into sort of a nervous smile. "Her mother checked her into Troubled Waters."
My eyes went wide and I tried to rack my brain to figure out where I had heard of that name before. Troubled Waters...Wait. That's an insane asylum. "Why would she do that?" I practically screamed at her.
"Because of you!"
"What do you mean because of me?" Before she could answer, I was already walking towards the door. I decided right then and there that I would go see her. I don't care if it's 4:45 in the morning. I'd sneak through the windows if I had to.
However, on my way out, I felt Carly grab my hand to try and stop me. "Because, Freddie. When Sam told her mother about you, she flipped. It's not because her mom doesn't like you, because she does...I think. But that's besides the point. She flipped because Sam is supposed to hate you."
I shrugged my shoulders. "So? What does this have to do with her being checked into a mental institution?"
"Freddie...God, boys can be so dense sometimes." I rolled my eyes and waited for her to continue. "She loves you and she's not supposed to. Therefore, both her and her mother think she is crazy." She said slowly, allowing me to digest each and every word.
"We have to get her out of there." All was silent for a moment.
"Why?" She asked staring at me blankly.
"Be-because she's not crazy, she's Sam! She doesn't belong in there."
"But why do you want her out?" What does she want from me? Does she not want to help me get Sam out?
"Because, she's Sam!" I started walking out the door, but again, she grabbed my hand.
"Can you live without her?"
She stared at me, looking deep into my eyes, obviously trying to find a truth in them. I stared back at hers. 3 years ago, if we were in this position together, I would've seen the girl of my dreams and tried to kiss her. However, now I see someone I think of as my sister. "I-what does this have to do with getting her out?"
"Just answer the question, Freddie."
Can I live without her? The answer to that was simple. "Yes." Her expression instantly turned to anger and confusion and she looked as if she was about to slap me. She reached her hand up, but before she could hit me, I grabbed it. "I'm just not sure I want to."
She looked at me again, this time anger replaced with a smile. "I'll go get Spencer to drive us." I nodded and we walked down the stairs. Next stop, Troubled Waters, the mental institution.
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Also, I want to do a minor back-up relationship, who should it be?:
Carly/Gibby
Carly/Griffin
Carly/Brad
Spencer/OC
Gibby/OC
