A/N: Wow, I need to get a life. 3 finished chapters in one day is unnatural. But it keeps me from dying of boredom, so having no life is working for me!

PLEASE READ THIS! - ALSO, just to make sure I'm not wasting my time by writing this fanfic, I'm not posting Chapter 4 until I get at least 5 reviews. I'm sorry if that disappointed anyone... Please don't kill me in the middle of the night, I just don't want to write this if no one wants to read it.. :/ Because I write for your pure enjoyment. ^_^

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Before I knew it, Carly was walking me out of the mental hospital, just like someone would walk an old lady across the street. As we walked to Carly's apartment, we were silent. That is, until Carly decided to break the silence.

"Why didn't you tell me you loved Freddie?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno… I was afraid you'd be mad."

Carly chuckled. "Why on earth do you think I'd be mad?"

I sighed. "Do you remember when we… had that really bad fight? When we were in the hallway at school… fighting over Fredwierd and whose producer he should be?"

Carly bit her lip. I, as her best friend, could tell she was guilty about the fight. I was guilty, too. "Yeah."

"Well, when I tried to get him to come with me, you acted all jealous and you got angry. I guess that's why…"

"But Sam." Carly stopped and put her hand on my shoulder. "That was a long time ago. Let's just forget I even asked, okay?" She smiled sweetly at me.

I nodded and started walking again.


Almost a week had passed since I was in the loony bin, but now, it seemed like nothing weird had happened at all. It was just a regular Friday night, and it was going great.

"WHO WANTS SOME SPAGHETTI TACOS?" Spencer shouted. A chorus of "me's" erupted from the living room. Me, Carly and Freddie ran to the kitchen and sat down at the table. I sat next to Freddork, and Carls sat across from me. Spencer pranced over to the table and dropped the platter of spaghetti tacos on the table.

"Got any ketchup?" I asked after grabbing my taco and putting it on my plate. Freddie and Carly stared at me.

"You want ketchup on your spaghetti taco?" Freddie asked, dumbfounded.

"Sure, why not?" I threw my hands in the air like someone who didn't give a chiz.

Spencer slowly approached me with a jumbo bottle of ketchup. "Here's your ketchup," he said in an odd tone of voice. I took the ketchup from him and squirted it all over my spaghetti taco. Then I took a big bite.

"Mmmm, this is even better than fried chicken!" I mumbled through a mouthful of ketchuppy spaghetti taco. Freddie made a disgusted face, and then chuckled.

Carly grinned. "Wow, that's saying something," she giggled. "Fried chicken's your favorite."

"Yeah, well not anymore!" I stated. Then I took another huge bite of my taco.


After we finished eating, Carly and I sat on the couch while Spencer and Freddie fiddled around with Freddie's PearPad.

"I just tested the MoodFace app on Spencer. It says that he's depressed." Freddie chuckled

"It's true. I am depressed. Because SOMEONE used up all the ketchup!" Spencer looked at me sadly as he held up the empty bottle of ketchup.

"Oops." I put on a fake pouty-face and put a finger to my lip.

"Be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom." Carly stood up and walked down the hallway.

"What was that?" Freddie asked suddenly. "Spencer, I think there's someone at the door."

"Really?" Spencer went to the door and opened it. He stepped outside the apartment and looked down the hallway. "HELLO, ANYONE THERE?"

Freddie ran to the door and shoved Spencer into the hallway. Then he slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Dude, what the chiz?" I asked. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because I didn't want him to hear what I'm about to tell you." Freddie walked over to me.

"Okay, go on," I said, waving my hand encouragingly.

Freddie took a deep breath. "Do you… want to go to the Grapevine with me tomorrow night?"

I froze. "You mean like a date?"

Freddie shrugged. "Yeah, if you wanna put it that way."

Although I was doing a good job of keeping calm on the outside, my heart was leaping for joy on the inside. "Sure. What time?"

"How about six?" Freddie suggested.

I nodded, then giggled excitedly. "Sounds good to me."

Then Freddie leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. But when I opened them, I saw Carly watching us. I pulled away awkwardly.

"Uh, hi there, Carls." I waved unenthusiastically.

"Awww, you guys are dating?" Carly squealed. She smiled brightly at us. So brightly, in fact, that I thought I was gonna go blind.

I was surprised that Carly didn't mind us just kissing in her living room. I glanced at Fredley. He shrugged.

"Uh, I guess?" My reply came out more like a question. Then came my lousy attempt to cure the uncomfortable moment- "Do you wanna come with us?" Realizing what I had said, I slapped my palm to my forehead.

Carly's eyes flicked from me to Freddie, then back at me. "I suppose I could."

Freddie gave me a look that clearly said, "Nice going, Puckett." I don't really blame him. If Freddie had suggested that, I would have done a triple fist dance on his face, no questions asked.

Oh boy. Tomorrow night is gonna be awkward. I can just tell.

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Peace out homies. :)