Just a little bit of average, drabble-y goodness that I wrote during my trip to Florida! They're about 17 here. Remember: it's not a series. These are just little slice-of-life ficlets!

Disclaimer: I. OWN. NOTHING!!!!!!!!

Carly sighed happily as she walked into her apartment. It was a Friday night, free of homework, teachers, and Sam and Freddie. She loved them, of course, but sometimes, even the best of friends could use a break.

After school, they had all stopped by the Groovy Smoothie, as usual. Sam and Freddie had sputtered some excue and left within a few minutes of each other. Sam said something about her mom and a hanglider, and Freddie blathered on about some mother/daughter ice skating class his mom was forcing him to go to.

Carly hung her backpack on the coat rack, then yawned and stretched out on the sofa.

"Spencer, I'm home!"

"Hey, Carly! How was school?"

"Good!" Sorta, she added to herself. "I'm gonna take a nap!"

"Mmkay!"

She turned over and started to drift off.

Slam.

"CARLAY! Can I borrow a bike chain and a pair of handcuffs?" Sam whipped open the door, her hair a tousled mess, and cheeks a raging crimson.

"Sam? Why are you wearing leather booty shorts?"

Indeed, the blonde was wearing leather booty shorts, a leather vest and a white tank top, and high heeled leather boots.

"Uh... Because I'm secretly in a biker gang?"

"Sure. Whatever. Check Spencer's room."

"YeahthanksiloveyouBYE!" Sam flew out the door, leaving a confused Carly in her wake.

*****

The next day, Carly was sitting on her couch, updating her Splashface page from her laptop.

Carly Shay: anyone know what's up w/ S&F? they've been acting strange...

1 comment:

Wendy Harrison: idk, but check their stats:

"Sam Puckett: i'd tell you, but i'd have to kill you.

Freddie Benson: Somewhere special."

Slam.

"CARLYYY!"

"Why the hell are you wearing a Santa hat and lingerie?"

"Umm... Community service?"

"What did you DO?"

"Nothing! Something! Everything! I don't know! Lemme in your fridge!"

Sam rushed into the kitchen and grabbed chocolate syrup, a can of whipped cream, and some cherries from the fridge, then left the apartment.

"Carly, what was that?!" Spencer yelled from the studio.

I wish I knew, Carly thought.

*****

On Sunday, Spencer and Carly were seated on the sofa, eating soup.

"You're a terrible soup-maker, Spence."

"Shut up; I'm an artist, not a cook!"

Slam.

"CARLY! PINEAPPLE! NOW! ... PLEASE!" Sam added as an afterthought.

"Why? Just... Why?" Carly was not amused.

This time, Sam was decked out in a coconut shell bra, a grass skirt, and a flower lei.

"I'm a Hawai'ian showgirl after hours! Pineapple, please!"

Carly threw her one from the fruit bowl.

"Later!" Sam left.

"Why... Sam... outfits... stuff... just... WHY?" Spencer finally managed.

Carly smirked, finally piecing it together. "Sam and Freddie are into some kinky shit."

Spencer's jaw dropped open. A mouthful of soup dripped out of his mouth. "I'm... I'm gonna... go.... Yeah."

"You do that."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

Carly sat back down and turned on the T.V.

They'll tell me sooner or later...

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Welp, that's it! :D Reviews, please!!! The reviews will help unscar poor Spence... XD

Feel free to point out any errors. I don't proofread after I type; I proofread while I type. :P

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