Lalala, and ze truth ees revealed. [/dracula accent.]
Fast-forward two years later. They're all thirteen. iCarly had started, but that only gave Sam more time to pick on Freddie and then deny it.
"I didn't replace the water in your fishbowl with oil. God, what do you take me for, some kind of bully?"
"Why, no, Freddork, I did NOT pour that tarter sauce in your underwear drawer."
"Like I would spread pictures of your Carly shrine around the school."
"Believe me, Fredward, I'd never draw on your face with eyeliner while you were sleeping. I'd do it with permanent marker."
He wondered if he'd ever find out how to tell if she was lying. It seemed like the information would benefit him, as their "friendship" didn't seem like it was going to end any time soon.
Freddie started to study her when he knew she was lying to teachers, wondering if her nostrils flared or something. Instead all he got was some strange looks from Sam, who was starting to worry that she was his latest obsession.
Freddie had almost started to give up on her, when one day he discovered his laptop's new screen savor was a picture of a certain porn star. He certainly wasn't looking stuff up under his mom's nose, so he decided to give the whole Sam-is-a-liar-but-she-won't-admit-it,-stupid-demon thing one more try.
Walking into the Shay's apartment, he found Sam lying on the couch, watching TV and lazily eating mashed potatoes with her hand out of a bowl.
"Did you change my screensaver?" Freddie asked her half-heartedly.
"Why, no, Freddie. I did not," she said, trying to see around him to the TV screen. Suddenly Freddie's eye caught her left pinky, which had just flicked some mashed potatoes through the air. Struck with a crazy idea, he asked her again, "Are you sure?"
"YES, Freddie." Another flick of her left pinky.
"And you have no idea who DID?" he checked, gazing, raptured by her finger.
"NO, now MOVE, I want to see this part!" Yet another small shower of mashed potatoes from her left hand. He also noticed her left Converse-clad foot twitch the slightest.
"Okay, thanks," replied Freddie, in a daze. THAT was Sam's secret. He could bring her down with this information… Tell it to people, teachers, cops…
He decided to keep it to himself.
Oh, that was actually kind of short. One more.
