If anybody knew what Spencer Shay was going through, it was Sam Puckett. Ever since Carly and Freddie started dating, his life got worse and worse. His little sister was his best friend. She had always been there for him and he loved her so much. But ever since she started dating Freddie, the time they spent together was less, less and littler. Sam knew what it was like to lose a best friend. Sure, Carly wasn't gone forever, but she seemed mentally distracted from herself, her family and best friend. Spencer hadn't heard from her in weeks. For all he knew, she could be dead.
Sam walked into his apartment and sat down on the old couch. He sat down next to her.
"so Sam, not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?" he asked her. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes to reveal dark purple shadows underneath her eyes, probably due to many sleepless nights, he thought
"Because I'm done. For the last year I've been ignored, cheated and used. I can't live like this anymore. Today is my birthday! Do you think anyone called me? Do you think anyone paid any attention to me? No. Its like, I'm not even alive anymore. I haven't talked to Carly and Freddie in a year. But I bet they don't care. They've forgotten all about me." she sniffled a little and started to cry. Spencer wasn't sure what to do. Sam Puckett didn't cry. She didn't carry on.
"Um, there, there Sam, it's okay. Um... Everything will turn out fine." he gingerly patted her leg.
"But what if its not? Spencer, I can't spend the rest of my life pitying myself because all my friends have forgotten about me."
"Sam don't worry. Carly and Freddie are coming home tomorrow."
"Really?" Sam's eyes were huge. "What for?"
"Both Juilliard and NYU are on Spring break."
"Oh." Spencer got up, not able to stand sitting in silence anymore. He walked into his bedroom and grabbed his hammer, a wrench and a pair of shoes. He walked back into the living room and he heard the door click back into place. Sam was gone.
