6:45AM, Freddie's Birthday

Sam's POV

This was it. The big day. I'm surprised how much work I put into this, and Carly was shocked too. I was really eager to get this whole thing going. I guess it's because I figure I gotta do some nice things to the dweeb. There were so many times I wondered why he always came back to hang out with me... us. I guess that's it. He loves Carly so he keeps hanging around me because I'm always with Carly. Well, this'll show him that I can be nice too! And it will keep his mind off that girl Tracy.

"You ready for today Sam?" Carly said. I slept over the night before so we were ready for his surprise.

"Absolutely. I'm gonna go down and grab a bite to eat. You want something?"

"Nah, I'm good for now. I'll be down in a minute."

I shrugged and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge and they had nothing at all. I was kinda bummed, but whatever. I grabbed the orange juice and was about the close the door when I saw cupcakes in the back. Oh man, cupcakes. Wait, today is a birthday, that means CAKE! I love cake. It's so delicious.

I walked over to the computer table with my glass of OJ and decided it was time to say happy birthday to the nub, so I reached for my phone. As I did, I saw a piece of paper and a pencil, so I started drawing. Cake was on my mind, so I drew one, and then figured I could make this like a birthday "card" for Freddie. That would be sweet. Eck, sweet? To Freddie? I make myself sick sometimes.

I write "Happy Birthday" across the top and grab my phone to take a picture. I open up the camera to see my most recent photo, a picture of Freddie. Freddie was trying to act like he was all big and tough, so he was flexing up in the studio. It was so funny, I had to take a picture. Looking at it now, he does look bigger than he used to. Big and strong, those arms sure have gotten bigger. You know, Freddie's kinda cu-

I shook my head. I remembered why I went to the camera in the first place. I was about to took the picture when I thought I should add a name to the card. Hmm, cake is delicious... Fredalicious. Yes, today, Freddie would be Fredalicious. Freddie is Fredalicious... wait.

I shook my head again. I wrote across the bottom of the card, snapped the pic, sent to Freddie, and left it on the table. I ran back upstairs to Carly. She was sitting on her bed with her phone open. She probably just texted him as well.

"You text Freddie?" I asked.

"Yeah, just did. You?"

"Same. Alright, let's go over what we are going to do today."

"Ok, so you are going to hide in the bathroom while I get Freddie. I'll get him to come upstairs with me by leading him on and acting all flirty" You better not touch him. Woahhh where did that come from. Nevermind. "And while up there, I'll tie him up and duct tape his mouth and put the bag over his head. Then, me and Spencer will carry him to the car where we will meet you."

"Right, and while you are doing that, I'll sneak over to his apartment and grab his things. Do you think his mom is home?"

"I think she has work. I'm gonna text Freddie now, go downstairs and get ready!"

"Alright, good luck"

I ran down the stairs, jumping the last flight and ran to the bathroom where I hid. The door opened, and I heard Freddie and Carly talking, but I couldn't make out any of the words. Finally, I heard the creaking of the steps so I ran out of the apartment, shutting the door behind me. I reached for the knob of the brown-haired boy and found it to be unlocked. Idiot. I tiptoed in and passed Mrs. Benson's bedroom door, which was open with the lights off. She wasn't home. Thank god. I waltzed over to Freddie's room. I walked in and I was blasted by the geekiness. Toys everywhere and so much computer stuff. No wonder Tracy broke up with him. Eeesh, that was harsh. Don't say things like that Sam.

I ran over to his closet. Alright, bathing suit, towel, normal t-shirt. There should be a normal shirt in here. I opened the closet, grabbed a shirt, and went to close the door when I saw something. Carly? Really Freddork? You have a giant picture of Carly in your closet? How pathetic. I walked over to the dresser. You love her that much? I grew sad, but I didn't know why. I reached into his dresser a pulled out a pair of shorts. Not quite what I was reaching for. Eww these are boxers. I closed that drawer and found the right one. I grabbed a plaid bathing suit and walked out of the room. On the way out, I remembered I needed a towel too, so I grabbed one for him and one for me. He won't mind. Maybe I should grab one for Carly too. I'm sure he would worship that towel for the rest of his life. I stopped. Am I jealous?

I shook my head for a third time that morning and ran out the door. I saw Spencer carrying a helpless Freddie and Carly following close behind.

"Got it! You got him? Let's go!" I exclaimed.

We ran down the stairs of Bushwell, past a sleeping Lewbert, and ran to Spencer's car. We stuck Freddie in the back seat. I sat next to him which Carly rode shotgun. I glanced over and saw that Freddie had stopped squirming. Good, don't waste your energy. You're gonna need it for your awesome birthday at the BEACH!

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If you can't tell, this happens at the same time as Chapter 2a, which is why they share the same number. This may or may not be the only chapter that does this... I haven't decided.