I just wanted to say I was actually stunned when I checked my inbox for the last chapter. I think every person that put my story on alert left me a review. It was flooded with emails!!! You guys don't realize how much it meant to me that you read my author's note and actually cared enough to respond to my wishes! I couldn't ask for a better group of readers! Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! =) Thanks to you guys, I wrote up this chapter instead of taking a break! Enjoy!
Carly, Freddie, and Sam were once again staring at the TV guide channel. Awkward music played as the titles of various shows scrolled up slowly. The trio sat there in silence for a while until Freddie sat up in his chair.
"There's nothing on!"
"I know..." Carly sighed. "We could always switch to the Dingo channel and laugh at it..."
"Alright." Freddie replied.
"Sure, I don't care." Sam mumbled. Carly clicked the remote to Dingo.
"And now back to the newest episode of Totally Teri!" A voice on the TV spoke as the show opened to a scene where a boy and a girl were sitting at a table in a restaurant.
"This pasta is good Jake." The girl stuck her fork into her plate.
"Yup, it is Teri." Jake agreed. Carly, Freddie, and Sam each exchanged odd looks at each other as the kids just sat there eating their food without a word to each other. The program didn't continue on with dialogue for a whole three silent minutes.
"I'm done with my plate." Teri finally said as she put her fork down.
"Me too." Jake replied as he placed his napkin on the table. "Check please!" Jake held up his hand to signal a waiter to the table when the scene froze. Credits started to roll up the screen signaling that was the end of the episode. A man's voice started to speak.
"To be continued! Stay tuned for the next new episode of Totally Teri to find out what happens! Premiering Saturday!" The voice then got drastically quieter and practically inaudible. "We hope.."
"Wow......" Carly changed the channel.
"That was even more uneventful than the yule log!" Sam exclaimed.
"They're really bombing aren't they?" Freddie paused for a moment. "Good." He smiled. "At least those Totally Teri writers listened to our threat."
"I give em one more episode before cancellation." Sam replied. Carly looked down at her on her lap.
"Why?" She cocked an eyebrow. Sam looked up.
"We gotta know how it ends. An important cliffhanger such as that needs an answer!" She explained as they all chuckled.
"I guess that's true." Freddie laughed.
"I say the dude pays the check." Carly replied.
"Nah, they split it." Freddie corrected her.
"You're both wrong." Sam looked at Carly then at Freddie. "They're definitely going to run out without paying."
"What makes you say that?" Carly asked her.
"Did you see the look on Jake's face? That dude was definitely up to something sketchy..." Sam said suspiciously.
"Not everyone has the same dining habits as your family!" Freddie responded in jest.
"Pft, paying is for the rich." Sam just laughed and rolled her eyes at him.
"So guys, we're back to where we started." Carly motioned to the TV guide which once again stared back at them pitifully. They all groaned.
"Hey, wait a sec!" Sam looked at the TV. "Channel 56!" Freddie leaned forward to read the title.
"Airplane?" He asked.
"Oh yeah! I love that movie!" Carly replied happily.
"Same!" Sam smiled, excited they found something to finally watch. Freddie just looked at the girls with a confused expression on his face.
"What's Airplane?" They just stared back at him.
"What!? You haven't seen that movie?" Carly asked in amazement.
"Surely you must of seen it before!" Sam told him.
"No...." Freddie stated as he looked back and forth at them.
"I guess he hasn't seen it Sam.." Carly looked down at her. "...and don't call him Shirley." With that ending statement the two girls busted out in laughter.
"Oh man Carls, I was wondering if you'd follow through with the joke." Sam, not being able to contain her laughter while laying down, slowly sat up.
"You know it!" Carly held out her fist and Sam bumped it with hers.
"What the heck are you guys talking about? I'm so confused!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Ahh nevermind. You're outta the loop." Sam rolled her eyes. "Turn it on!" Carly did as she was told and flipped over to 56.
"What's it about?" He asked as they watched the opening credits.
"Uh well you see.." Carly started off.
"There's this airplane...." Sam cut in.
"With this guy.." Carly continued.
"And stuff happens." Sam finished.
"Wow." Freddie held a blank expression on his face. "That was extremely helpful." He faked appreciation.
"Just watch the movie Fredhead." Sam spat back.
"Fine." He slumped down in his seat.
"Man, this movie is funny!" Freddie held back some chuckles. They had been watching the movie for a while now, and he was starting to understand why the girls were so excited to watch it.
"See, we told you it was good!" Carly looked at him.
"Ok! I'll never doubt you and Sam again." Freddie replied but then stopped. "Well, I'll never doubt you again...but can't say the same for Sam." He was then hit in the face with a pillow. "Hey!" He pulled it off and held it in his hands, glaring at the perpetrator.
"You should of seen it coming." Sam replied. Freddie just mumbled as he put it down.
"You're in a pillow throwing mood today aren't you?" Carly laughed. Even she was almost hit by one of Sam's fluffy bombs earlier.
"Hey, they're the closest projectiles." She shrugged.
"I guess I should be thankful they're soft." Freddie rubbed his chin where the pillow hit.
"You should." Sam replied firmly.
"Guys! The movie?" Carly pointed to the TV.
"Sorry." They both replied in unison.
More time had passed, and the movie was getting increasingly funny. Both Carly and Freddie were laughing up a storm, but Sam wasn't. The pains in her stomach had started to come back, and the nausea was practically unbearable now. This was one of the rare times Carly was so engrossed in something that she didn't notice her friend's pain. Sam was thankful for that because she didn't want them to worry.
'Man, I'm going to spew chunks..' Sam moaned in her head, feeling incredibly sick. She glanced at her two friends as they stared at the screen. She decided to put on a false act to get out of there. She slowly picked herself up from the couch and started to walk away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Carly asked, her attention now on her best friend. Freddie looked away from the screen too.
"Oh, just the bathroom. Heh. It's the water." Sam pointed to her empty water glass sitting on the table.
"Oh ok. Well hurry back! You'll miss the funny part!" Carly replied, figuring there was nothing out of the normal about taking a pee break.
"They're all funny." Sam replied half heartedly with a smile. As she turned around, her face changed from fake happiness to excruciating pain. She knew she had to get out of there quickly lest she ruin the carpet. With Freddie and Carly's sight preoccupied with the movie, Sam quickly walked to Spencer's bathroom hunched over and holding her stomach.
Once she got there, she closed the door quietly with a click. She walked over to the toilet, crouched down and opened the lid. Sam grit her teeth and closed her eyes tight as she felt the nausea and food rush up. She used all of her strength to avoid making gagging noises as she puked up last night's dinner--if you could call it dinner. Afterward she opened her eyes and wished she hadn't looked.
"Oh beef jerky.." Sam stated sadly. "How could something so good turn out so bad?" She grimaced away from the toilet. Just as she was about to pull the flush handle, she felt another wave come up. "Urp.." She moaned as she once again released the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She coughed a few times after and realized the nausea was gone...for now. Feeling confident enough to pull the flush handle this time, she did and stood up and looked into the mirror. Her face was a ghastly shade of white and her eyes were red.
"That's attractive.." She muttered as she wiped cold sweat off her brow. She then turned on the faucet at the sink when she heard Carly's muffled voice yell from the living room.
"Hey, you alright in there?"
"You're missing a lot!" Freddie added. Sam walked over and cracked the bathroom door open slightly.
"Um yeah, just washing my hands." She called out, then shut the door and walked back to the sink. Cupping a handful of water, Sam rose it to her mouth and washed away the taste of sour beef jerky and who knows what else before spitting it back into the sink. She then reached over and grabbed a hand towel off the towel rack. After letting some cool water run over it, she washed her face to get rid of her after-puke look. When she was done, she realized she had color in her face once more and her eyes were clearing up.
'Alright. Not bad.' Sam looked at herself. Not only did she look better, but she felt better, minus the dull ache in her stomach which had seemed to moved towards the right side of her abdomen. She looked down at her stomach and poked at it. "Move wherever you want." She spoke to it. "As long as you're starting to go away, I don't care where you go!" Now feeling presentable, she made her way out of the bathroom and walked back to her friends.
"Hey.." Freddie started as Sam sat back down next to Carly on the couch. "....what took you so long to wash your hands?" He asked, putting a fake hint of mockery in his voice, although in reality he was actually concerned. Carly wasn't the only one to notice odd behavior from Sam, and Freddie could see something in her face that wasn't normal. It was as if she was exhausted from that short trip.
"Oh, it was the soap. I took my time using it. You've got some fancy stuff in there Carls! Better than the bargain wholesale bunches my mom buys. Those can give you a horrible rash and they even turned my hands green once." Sam gave a quick laugh. "Here's a tip, if you ever come across a bar of soap reading "Duve", don't use it." Carly let out a small chuckle at her friend's statement but snuck a worried side glance to Freddie. She saw that he also had an unsure expression on his face about their friend's condition. They both looked at each other and shared an unspoken thought. 'Keep an eye on Sam'. Carly gave a small nod to Freddie of understanding and looked back at her best friend.
"Yes, Spencer does pride himself on his fancy soaps. He even stole a few from Japan. You're welcome to take some if your mom ever buys "Duve" again." Carly laughed.
"Nice! I'll hold you to that Shay." Sam replied, and Carly knew she would. "So where are we in the movie?" Sam pointed to the TV.
"Oh, the passengers just got sick from eating the airplane's bad fish. That guy over there just used his barf bag." Freddie replied. Sam gave a nod of thanks to him and looked back at the screen.
'I hate irony...' She thought.
Sam's getting worse, and even Freddie's noticing things! Also I must point out that most of you guys are right as to what her affliction is! I just don't want to use the term until that part comes in the story. =) Hope you liked this chapter! Tell me your thoughts!
(PS-Anyone else like Airplane!? Amazingly funny movie! Definitely recommended to those who haven't seen it! And if you want to know what it's about, take Carly and Sam's word for it. There's an airplane, a guy, and stuff happens. Just watch it. xD)