Hey guys, trying to stay faithful, so here is chapter 4 right when I promised it. Don't freak out if I don't update tomorrow, this story will go on. I promise I won't abandon it. So please keep reading! Thanks!
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Chapter 4
(CARLY'S POV)
Ok, WHAT is going on? We just brought Sam home from the HOSPITAL! Which, thank God we were able to take her to my apartment tonight, and she didn't have to spin the night there. Anyways, back to me slowly going INSANE! Freddie, holding Sam's hand? Carrying her 8 blocks without even breaking a sweat? Oh, this is a good one, SPENDING THE WHOLE DAY TOGETHER, WITH NO FIGHTS? WHAT AM I MISSING! Whoooo, okay, okay. Lets just calm down a bit, Carly. I mean, what is going on here? I just feel so, I dunno, left out. Just YESTERDAY, Sam stuffed a frozen fatcake down Freddie's pants! Today, she's asking for him, and holding his hand. Okay, what crazy universe have we entered! The thing that is really confusing is that now, Sam is lying on my couch, with a bandage on her head (poor Sam) eating beef jerky, just smiling wildly at Freddie, and he's smiling at her. Just at this moment I realize something. They look so…..perfect. They just look so happy, after spending almost 4 years at each other's throats, I never noticed how much chemistry they had. His brown eyes collided with her blue ones, her wild, blonde hair was completely rebelling against his clean cut, brown hair. She was shorter, he was taller. He was weaker, she was stronger (I think…). In every way they were opposites. But, in order to power a battery you need a positive, and negative side. Maybe the whole "opposites attract" thing wasn't a load of crap. "You guys gonna do that all day?" I ask with a smile, finally realizing the truth. They both just blushed madly and looked away from each other. I laughed to myself, slightly feeling bad for wrecking the moment. "Uhh, no Carls, Freddie's just such a dork…it makes me act weird sometimes…"(A/N idon't wanna fight quote, haha.) She spluttered out, still blushing. Freddie didn't even care, he just kept on smiling. I just rolled my eyes, still in shock of what I just realized.
(SAM'S POV)
Well, this isn't good at all. I'm going to somehow explain to Freddie and Carly, why I've been hit so many times in my head without them totally freaking out…. The truth is, my mom gets drunk, a lot. When she gets drunk, she doesn't now what she's doing and is all bazurk. Shes done countless, horrible things to me, like when she smashed a vodka bottle against my head, or when she's let one of her boyfriends throw me into a wall. Why do you think I have to be so tough all the time? Why do you think I want to have someone who will stay by my side at all times? Why do you think I NEVER go home and I'm always at Carly's? I always thought my body was tough enough to handle whatever my mom did to me. Evidently not. Now, I have this stupid problem, with of all things…fainting! The bright side is, the doc said, if I keep the sensitive part of my head, that has been hit so much cared for, and let the spot heal, I will not faint again. So basicly all I heard him say was, 'stay at Carly's stay at carly's'. So, that's what I'm going to do. I've decided I'm not going to tell Carls quite yet about my 'mother issues' unless she or Freddie asks, then I have no choice. "Spencer, realy!" Carly yells out in frustration. "I need to be here with Sam and take care of her!" She states, making me feel loved. "I'm sorry kiddo! I really didn't know! I'm sorry!" Spencer says shamefully. "Woahh, daddy what is goin on here?" I say. "Spencer got a call from my granddad, who said it's 'mandatory' that me and Spencer go to his stupid little family reunion, he has planned in Yakima! UGHH! I HATE YAKINMA!" she explains, annoyed. That's when I started to panic. I couldn't go home! My mom would NOT even try to take care of me! She must've caught the look of worry on my face because she said "Uhh, maybe Freddie can take care of you! Yeah! That would be great, you to said you were getting along now, so why not?" She said enthusiasticly. I really did have no problem with that, I actually got butterflies in my stomach when she said it. The only problem is, Freddie wouldn't wanna do that for me…I mean he just wouldn't. "That's a good idea and all Carls but.." Right then he barged in and said, "Hey, I overheard what you said, and I would love to! Is it okay with you Sam?" he asked. Unbeleiveable. He surprises me again. Darn him. "Uhh yeah, Fredbag, I mean, I'm fine you, really don't have to-" "I want to." He interrupted. He just stood there with his stupid nerd face, gleaming at me with a smile. Wow, my heart is beating unhealthily fast. Stupid Freddie.