A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in like, forever! I completely forgot about this due to other stuff like my language studies and my Youtube so… Anyway, on with the chapter! [BTW, this starts the day after the previous chapter; like iOMG and iLMM]^_^

Carly's POV

I woke up to the ear-piercing sound of my stupid Alarm Clock. I really have conflicting feelings about the guy who invented them. I jumped out of my Bed and went about my daily routine: Shower, Hair, Make-Up, Get Dressed then go downstairs, have Breakfast and then go to School. Well, on a normal, weekday that is.

I went over to my closet and picked out a cute outfit for today. I ended up picking out a dark purple, satin tank top; a pair of black skinny jeans; some silver flats with ribbons on them, a black cardigan and a black bag with a flower pattern on it.

I fixed my hair in front of my mirror and made sure that all of my homework and books and stuff were in my bag and headed downstairs.

"Hey, Kiddo!" I heard Spencer say from the Kitchen. I said hey back and took a piece of Toast from a plate on the Table.

"Are you going to School or are you going to a party?" He said sarcastically.

"The first one! Can't a Girl dress nice nowadays without being questioned about where she's going?" And with that, Spencer shut up and raised his hands in defence as if I was going to hit him. Maybe I said that too seriously when, I meant for it to be a joke.

"By the way, Carly? Freddie said he's walking with Sam to School today so want me to drive you there?"

"I'm fine on my own! Besides, I can just text Wendy to meet me." Spencer nodded his head in a sign of agreement and went back to flicking through the catalogue that he was reading looking through for art supplies for his latest sculpture which he describes as a representation of the craziness of life. To be honest, I was excited and worried about it. He said that he wanted to have flashing lights on it and I just don't want the place to burn down. He should really sign up for a crash course in Electrical Wiring.

Sam's POV

Never in a million years would I believe that this would happen. I was holding hands with Freddie and I was enjoying it. I guess life's just funny like that.

We walked into the school building and we went to our lockers where I saw Carly at hers.

"Hey, Carly!" I said, too happy to care about the fact that Ms. Briggs just walked past and mustered up that same, ice-cold, deathly draft with the same frozen expression to match. Oh yeah. Being in her class was so joyful.

"Oh hey, Sam!" She replied.

"Any boys asked you to the prom yet?"

"A couple; has Freddie asked you yet?"

"Yeah, he did this morning."

"Awesome!"

"Yeah, so, who's asked you?"

"Gibby and that guy in our Science class."

"The one with the incredibly small eyes?"

"No, the one who's in the Wrestling team."

"Duke?"

"Yeah, him but, I think I might go Gibby if I'm perfectly honest. Should I?"

"It's up to you, Carly."

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter; I got bitch-slapped across the face by that thing called 'Writer's Block'. =_="

Anyway, don't forget to review, people! ^_^

~Ami x