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No one in the Benson household slept that night. Well, Sam did but Freddie certainly couldn't face sleep. He had a restless night; wondering about his and Carly's kiss and what it meant, and did Sam still like him? She'd never been off-guard on a question before. Samantha Puckett had an answer and excuse for everything. Freddie tossed and turned, got up three times to splash his face with water, but whatever he did to try and force himself to sleep, nothing worked.

On the other hand, Sam was sleeping soundly on the sofa, but her dream was not so quiet: It was back to the day Carly was leaving for Italy. But something was wrong. Freddie flirted with Carly (as usual) but she didn't object, she did it to him as well! Sam was just standing there watching them. Colonel Shay strode into the room, yelling at the top of his voice "Carly! Come to Italy as there is cute boys!" over and over again. But no matter how many times he said it, Carly always objected, saying she was happy here with Freddie. Colonel Shay didn't stop, but every time he belted it out, it got louder and louder and louder…

"SAM!" Freddie was leaning over the stressed girl, looking concerned. "It's time to get up. We speak to Carly in ten minutes so I gathered you might want to get ready." Sam grunted but pushed herself up. "What is there to get ready for?" She questioned, but Freddie was already gone. 'Probably gone to get all handsome for Carly!' Sam thought. Never had she been so angry as to not want to talk to Carly. There was the few times when they'd argue, but in about a day or two they'd make up. This time, however, the grudge between Carly and Sam had lasted two years, and Sam couldn't care less. Well, that's how she made it seem.

Ten minutes later the duo were sat down at Freddie's desk on his laptop. Sam still had no idea where Freddie had gone when they were speaking earlier, he didn't seem any different, just dressed in a new set of clothes. There was still a couple of minutes to spear, so Sam decided to ask, to stop the silence between them. "This morning when we were talking, you left. Where did you go?" Freddie continued to stare at his laptop screen, but Sam gave him the 'Death Look' so he quickly answered. "I…um…I was setting up our web-chat." 'No you were not!' "Oh. Okay." Sam thought the complete opposite to what he had said, but thought this was no time to argue with the boy she wanted on her side right now.

An icon popped up on Freddie's screen: 'iCarlyShay from Italy wants to chat with you. Do you accept?' Freddie took a deep breath and pressed the green button. A tanned, dark haired girl appeared on the screen. Carly Shay looked very different, but you could still tell it was her. Everything was silent at first, the trio just stared back at each other. Sam glared is the proper term. "Hey." Carly sort of asked rather than stated, and was a little too perky. "What goes on?" Sam mumbled, looking down. Chuckling, Freddie decided to attempt at breaking the awkwardness of it all. "Okay come on guys. Can we just try and forget what's happened between us and pretend for just this once that the last two years never happened?" The look Sam gave Freddie wasn't a death stare, but still quite menacing. But Carly smiled and nodded. Instantly, Sam looked up at Freddie. "How can we? Carly's the one that hasn't bothered contacting us in two years!" All of Sam's anger that had been building up through the process of two years just came pouring out. "How dare you try and put this behind us! You left us un-contacted for two years and all you can say is hey? I can't believe you Carly Shay!" And without another glance, Sam flounced off. But Carly wasn't going to let Sam get away with the last word. "Well excuse me! I'm sorry that you said you would text me a day after to make sure I got there safely. And what did I get? Nothing! Not a single word. No text or even a call. Freddie was the only one nice enough to text me…" Freddie shot Carly an embarrassed look and shook his head violently. Sam walked out of Freddie's bathroom very slowly. "What was that Carly?" There had never been heard from Samantha Puckett such an evil tone in many years. It was so calm, yet so ear-piercingly threatening, it sent a chill up your spine. "Um…Is that a new top Sam? 'Cause it looks really cool!" But Sam wasn't listening, nor looking at Carly. She was glaring very, very hardly at Freddie. "Is it just me, or did Carly say you texted her? Did you lie to me Fredward? Because, if you did, I don't think you'll ever see the light of day again!" And with that, Sam clicked off Freddie's web-chat monitor, and turned to face him. "I believe," Sam false-smiled in a sarcastic but sweet tone, "That you clearly said to me, Carly hadn't contacted you and you hadn't contacted her. I believe, Benson that you have clearly found yourself in some very deep water!"