Freddie's point of view-
I ran up and found her laying on the ground. "Sam! Sam" I screamed.
"Freddie! What happened?" Carly asked. She was crying.
"I don't know! Lets get her home!" I yelled. So I scooped Sam in my arms and I started to carry her home. Whoa Whoa! I can't believe it….. I actually care about and like her…. "I'm not usually this strong" I whispered.
"Sorry, are you talking to me?" Carly asked
"No no!" I said. It was a really long walk back to the apartment. It was dark when I sneaked in.
"Fredward Benson! It's past 8:30 PM! Where have you been? Take a tick back tonight!" A voice came out of no where.
"Mom!!" I bit my lip.
"Freddie… why are you carrying Samantha?" My mom asked.
"Mom, she got hurt I'm going to keep her here for the night." I replied.
"Fredward! That girl is dangerous! You can't keep her here!" My mom screamed.
"Mom!! She's hurt and we need to take care of her!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"She can stay here, but your grounded Fredward! Remember to take that tick bath!" My mom yelled. I groaned. I then set Sam on the ground. She looked like she was sleeping, but I couldn't tell. After about 30 minutes of sitting in silence I saw her open her eyes slowly.
"Sam?"
"Freddie?" She whispered.
"Yeah?
"Can I tell you something?" She whispered again.
"Yeah?" I repeated.
"Freddie… I… I.." Sam started
"Fredward Benson! It's very late! Please go to bed and take that bath." My mom yelled. I shrugged and left.
Sam's point of view-
I sat there staring at the stairs at which Freddie went upstairs. I guess I would have to wait till tomorrow to tell him. Then I fell asleep.
