Should I tell her what was going on? How I felt about our best friend? I took a breath and hesitated for a while. Should I risk it? My head was filled with doubts and suspicion.

"Yeah I know, I need to tell you something. It's sort of personal." I spoke nervously.


(Freddie's POV)

"Freddie, what's going on?" Carly questioned me as she got off the high chair, her eyes focused on me.

This was it. I have to come clean to her.

"I need your help. I'm sort of dealing with this difficult situation and I'm not so sure on how to handle it." I spoke softly yet carefully, hoping she would catch on what I was trying to say.

"Yeah, of course, no problem! What is it about?" Carly said cheerily as we walked towards the couch and sat down.

My mind was pounding so hard. I was never one to open up like this, infront of a girl, let alone Carly. Part of me wanted to leave the Shay's apartment and act like nothing had happened and face everyday in the shadows of intense crushing of my best blonde friend. The other part of me wanted to pour my heart and soul to Carly, in hope that she might understand this conflicting emotion of me, and hopefully give me light to this ever so dark tunnel that is, falling in love with Sam Puckett.


"You know a good load about relationships right? How do you know when you've finally found 'the one'?" I decided to ease in my question slowly. Never under any circumstances did I learn that you should never barge in directly with a question with Carly Shay. I did not want her girly side right now.

"Well. There is a difference between liking someone and loving someone. Its unexplainable, but when you do find someone you love. It will explode from your chest filled with emotion." Carly started off. Her facial expression changed from her cheery manner to a concerned/confused look when she looked at me.

Then she continued. "When you love someone, it's impossible to keep inside, you feel like screaming to the world that that person is the most perfect person." Impossible to keep inside. Yeah I get it.

I felt that this was not going anywhere to solve anything, so I decided to make it more direct.

"Okay, then what happens when you think you love someone, but she doesn't like you back? Or when we both don't acknowledge anything past friendship? What happens then?" I felt my heart beat rapidly as I drew my breath to look at Carly again. She was really confused now.

"Oh. What's going on Freddie? Do you like someone? Oh my goodness you do! Who is it? Do I know her name? When did you start to feel this way?" Carly's words spilled out as her voice sped with excitement.

I was definitely getting nervous. I tried to mumble something coherent that might hopefully turn this situation around. "Carly, calm down! I just want to know! That doesn't mean that I like someone!" I spoke with hesitant. Yeah I lied.

Carly's eyes shifted softly and she got up, hands on her hips, her face forming a smirk. "Freddie. Its not right to keep it in. Sam's not the only one who can tell when someone is lying. When it comes to relationships, don't you dare lie to me!" She spoke sternly.

"Freddie. You're my best friend. You can tell me." She placed her hand on my shoulders. Caring Carly. I chuckled at what could have been.

I sighed again and said softly. "Okay, yes I do like someone. But she's difficult." Oh man. I'm turning into, what Sam would call, a sappy nub.

I could feel Carly grinning from ear to ear. I guess both of us are surprised. We both know I, Freddie Benson isn't one to be dating or having crushes; it had always been Carly.

She said gently: "Difficult? Have you tried talking to her? Is she a friend of yours? Cause I've never known you had a crush. You made it seem otherwise."

I took a breath, "Yes, I have talked to her. A lot actually. We've bonded quite well lately, and recently having these obvious feelings as you might say."

"Oh I see." She finished off. A suffocating silence engulfed the apartment as we stood still.

I spoke with determination. My persistent side was taking over my words now.

"Alright I give up. This girl is so beautiful, so pretty and absolutely charming. We've bonded so well and I feel so happy when I'm around her. That breathless charm in her." My voice faltered off.

I just ripped a chunk of my emotions and voiced it out so loud to my brunette friend. I was feeling so dazed. The thought of being that close to Sam, laughing and having a good time; I chuckled.

Damn I sound like some lovesick puppy.

Snapping back to reality, he looked up to the apparent grinning girl standing. "Wow. You really like her don't you?" Carly spoke slowly.

"So…" She dragged the syllable and placed her hands together, swinging herself as she stared at me with excitement. "Who is it?" Carly said loudly; it was more of a factual statement more than a question.

"Well. You know…I rather not say…it's difficult…she…" Smooth. I was mumbling out stupid incoherent words. I blame my damn emotions. No teenage boy should ever confess their growing love to their girl best friend about her best friend.

"Freddie, please? For me?" Carly asked me sweetly as she sat back down on the couch, her hands on my shoulder. Even after all these years, she could use her signature 'for me' method, in hopes that it will work.

Carly was smart. She knew that I had long gone sailed that ship for her 'for me' method to work. She tried a different approach. "For that girl". Damn.

"Its…" Carly egged me on as her eyes grew wider and wider. "Its Sam."


There. I said it. I risked everything for this stupid emotional moment. Now she knows. Carly now knows that I, Freddie Benson, am has fallen for her spunky blonde best friend.

I refused to look her in the eyes. I rather let the ground just swallow me whole and never return to this reality. When did I ever think this was a good idea in the first place?

"Oh. You like Sam. You have a crush on her. You like my best friend. Our best friend." Carly rambled on slowly, like she was piecing all the facts and studying it. She got up and paced the floors, repeating those same lines over and over again. It was indeed excruciating to watch her do that.

After what seemed like an eternity. She spoke otherwise. "You like Sam. Huh." Carly paused for a moment. Could she be in shock that my puppy love for her had finally moved on? I didn't think so, maybe yes maybe no. She stood still.

I bit my lower lip nervously. As her breath drew, "You like Sam! Oh my goodness! You love Sam! You have a crush on her! That's been it?" Her eyes widened with glee as she started to fidget. Eventually, I found myself in a bear-crushing hug with the one, Carly Shay.

"Oh my god! You're in love with Sam! That's so sweet! You guys are so adorable together and so cute! I can't believe after all that tormenting, you-" Carly spoke halfway, and took a breath. Yep, Carly Shay was in her girly mode right now. "That makes sense. That day made sense!"

I watched her jump in excitement for the next 5 minutes, listening to Carly talk about how my affectionate crush on Sam has caused her to squeal in excitement. Wait, what day?

"Carly? Calm down for a while? Yes, I have a crush. But what day are you talking about?" It felt weird to say that I had a crush on my blonde-headed demon out loud. But I had no idea what Carly was saying.

"Oh that day! That day that I came home late after my date with James!" She started. Oh chiz. That day. I remembered. Sam and I fell 'asleep' together during our MMA marathon a few weeks back. It was not pleasant to feel that tension.

"Sam slept over that night. After you left, she acted weird. Distant and quiet. I kept asking her what had happened that night, but she told me to never ask her that. So now…" Carly continued and her eyes shifted to me as her sentence ended. "What did happen that night?" Carly asked me inquisitively.

I sighed. I had given up trying to hide this from Carly Shay. "We were watching MMA when you left that evening. We were talking and having a good time eating and such, and then we kinda fell asleep. Together." My sentence ended more like a question.

I glanced at Carly's facial expression. She made effort not to burst out with glee, but to no avail did she scream in joy.

"Aww! That was so cute! That made even more sense why you two were awkward!"

"Wait. She doesn't know of this crush right?" I shook my head. "Were there other instances? When did you start to like her? How did it happen?" Carly threw me more and more questions. I was beginning to feel nervous again. I felt a surge of relief when I told her about the crush. But it was back again.

I couldn't bear to explain my heart out. I'm a guy. I don't know how to deal with this.

"Well, I wanted to give her something, like a letter, but I panicked a few days ago. And she kind of saw it, and took it differently." I spoke carefully, remembering what had happened days ago. Carly nodded and asked me to continue. "I told her by accident it was for someone else." I bit my lip, reaching into my pants pocket to fish out the crumpled letter, fiddling with it in my hands.

Carly glanced at me with awe. It was interestingly odd to see her like this. "Oh. That is so sweet that you would write her a letter. But did you tell her it was for her? And not the accidental person?" Carly asked cheerfully.

"No, actually. I didn't get to it, I wanted-" I was interrupted by the sound of the door knob turning. One beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girl stood at the door. My heart fluttered momentarily, but I shook off that rather mushy feeling immediately.


"Hey Carls! You got any ham or bacon? I'm starved from therapy! And could you- oh hey Freward." Sam said slowly in a monotonous voice as her blue eyes caught with mine. I took my breath slowly as I saw her lower her school bag down onto the arm chair.

"Whatcha doing here? Besides all the usual-dorkiness of yourself?" Sam rambled out as she closed the front door.

Oh Sam. Nothing much, just, you know, discussing my affectionate crush towards you, thinking that I might have fallen for you, and now as it seems, pouring my soul to my best friend about you.

"Oh not anything really that important" I spoke with an as-a-matter-of-fact tone towards the spunky aggressive blonde, my hands still fiddling with the letter. My heart froze for a moment as I felt her lay eyes on that very same letter. She stood still, eyeing that envelope.

"Oh. What'cha got there?" She pointed to the envelope.

Oh.


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