Mmkay... so heh... I apologize for the insanely long wait... you know... for this chapter. Yeah, please don't kill me... D: I WILL UPDATE MORE. I SWEAR. D: Okay... ONTO THE CHAPTER.

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"Sam!' Carly grinned as she hugged her best friend. "How're you feeling? Better, right? Please be feeling better."

"Yeah, Carls, I'm doing peachy." Sam smirked, but hugged her friend close.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, really. Just kinda tired I guess."

Carly placed her hand to Sam's forehead.

"Well you don't have a fever, but you do look kind of flushed..." Carly climbed onto Sam's hospital bed, making herself comfortable.

"Do you know when I'm getting out of here?"

"The doctor said you've got till three today... then we're checking you out. Hey! No changing the subject. Seriously, Sam, if somethings bugging you, you can tell me."

"No, really, I'm fine. So wait, what time is it now?"

"Oh... well alright, I guess. It's, like, twelve." Carly sighed. Sam was being really weird these past few days. Usually Sam would tell her if something serious was happening.

Sam nodded and the room grew silent. Sam let her head fall forward a little bit as her eyes shifted around the room every so often. She wanted to tell Carly, and she wanted her advice, but what would she think?

She would probably question why she would always hurt Freddie if she actually liked him.

Truth was, she didn't really have an answer.

She liked to beat on Freddie because that was how she was supposed to act around nerds. She wasn't supposed to be swooning or giggling. That wasn't who she was.

Sam sighed and shifted her body so she could lay down on her side. Carly placed her hand on her shoulder, causing Sam to look at Carly.

"I've never seen you like this... Sam, what's up?"

Sam looked out the window, then back to Carly.

'If I told you, would you laugh?"

"Well I don't exactly know, Sam. Is it something funny?"

"Not really. I don't know." Sam sat up next to Carly.

"I had this dream the other night. It was really, really scary. Like not 'Spencer lighting your apartment on fire kind of scary'. Worse. Much worse."

"Well... what was it about?" Carly questioned, slightly confused.

Sam sighed.

"Freddie..."

Carly's eyes bulged out of her head. Could Sam finally be admitting her feelings for Freddie?

"Oh? What about him."

Sam decided that she may as well be somewhat truthful, but she could act like she wanted to blow it off, like it was nothing.

"He, uhm, he kissed me. Carls, it was so disgusting. I wanted to barf the whole time. It was sickening. I can't even express how... how I wish that image wasn't implanted in my mind. Freddifer kissed me again! This is torture, Carly."

Carly nodded. She knew Sam liked him.

"You're a terrible actress."

"On the contrary, I'm a great actress. I just wish I hadn't seen that."

"Sam, you like him. Who are you even kidding anymore?"

"Carly, you're crazy. Maybe you and Spencer should check in to a mental hospital. Like now. This is Fredgeek we're talking about here. Do you understand what you're accusing me of?"

"Yeah, you have a crush on Freddie. What's the big deal?"

"He's just... not my type. I'd rather be pushed into a locker with a dead skunk than date him..."

"Wow, Sam, that's just so great to hear," said a voice from behind. "Because even if you were nice to me, I would never date you, either. You couldn't even pay me to date you. You couldn't pay a hobo to date you. Why? Because you've got nothing better to do than tear people down. I'm so done with you, you know that? Oh, by the way, these were for you. I hope they make you feel better." Freddie dropped the little bouquet of flowers in his hand, stepped on them, and made his way out the door.

"Sam..." Carly started.

"I didn't know he was even there..."

"You know what you said isn't true. Maybe if you told the truth once in a while, you wouldn't hurt the people you love."

"Carly, you know I wouldn't say that to his face."

"You know, he wouldn't have been so angry if you'd given him a chance. What's so bad about dating him? If you can give me one logical and real reason as to why you wouldn't date Freddie, then I'll back off."

Sam stared at the palms of her hands.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"No, you shouldn't have. You should have told him, and myself the truth." Carly shook her head and made her way out the door. "This time, you're the one that's going to have to fix his heart, not me. You're going to have to tell yourself the truth sometime or another."

Sam looked to the flowers on the floor as she heard the door slam shut.

Why did she have to ruin everything?