I am alive! Haha, yeah, so check out my other oneshot please! Thanks, I'll get on with this story now xD Okay, so this takes place after chapter two, so Sam and Carly have had their conversations already. Oh yeah, there is an NCIS reference in here, see if you catch it :P

Carly

It's just one of the things I didn't think would ever happen, well, except for oranges turning blue, but that's a different matter. This is my two best friends we're taking about. Sam. And Freddie.

The problem, you ask?

Sam and Freddie.

Gah, it's weirder than my revelation that the door to the courtyard is brown!

Okay, so after my little talk with Spencer and then with Sam (talk about awkward for me), I head back to my sensory stimulus chamber where it sounds like Gibby is torturing Spencer. But I just can't stop thinking about this! It's driving me insane! And it's worse that Sam won't admit to me that she loves Freddie. Ugh, never thought I'd hear the words 'Sam', 'Freddie', and 'loves' in the same sentence.

Then it strikes me like a brick wall. A red brick wall. Well, it's not really red, it's more of a rusty red, ooh, I like that. Err… where was I? Oh yeah, I have an idea. I walk quickly back through the room where Gibby and I are doing our testing (Gibby is trying to get Spencer to lick something… I don't even wanna know), and into the room where Sam, Brad and Freddie's project is.

"Freddie!" I say loudly over the low buzz of voices. Freddie's head immediately shoots up, his hands instinctively grabbing his computer to protect it. Ah, nerds; can't live with them, can't live without them. Heh, Sam would probably say 'Can't live with 'em, can't see why you'd want to.' Although, that might be different now...

"Y-Yeah?" Freddie asks, his voice showing signs of doubt.

I just grab his arm and yank him away from his equipment, dragging him towards our set of lockers. I can tell he's a little scared, but when hasn't Freddie been scared of girls? We stop, facing each other, him sort of looking down, all nervous-like, and me staring at him. Staring, yeah right, more like glaring.

"Uh- so, Sam, uh, she doesn't like Brad."

"No chiz."

"Well, and, uh, she doesn't love Brad."

"Obviously."

"Ugh, are you going to make this hard for me?"

"Yeah!"

"Fine! I like Sam and Sam likes me!"

"Like?" I poke him, grinning, the way I poked Sam earlier in the lock-in.

"Yeah…"

"Like-like? Do I need to put you guys in a barn to figure this out?"

"Carly, we have this figured out! Sort of. I mean, I am still a bit fuzzy on who's the boyfriend and who's the girlfriend."

"…Huh?"

"Well, I sort of asked her if we were dating and she said that no one had asked her yet, then I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said that the real question was if I'd be her girlfriend, and then I said I'd take it as a yes, and she was all like 'I don't know, is it?' and then I ended up agreeing, but I have no clue to what I agreed to!"

"Oh…. Sounds… confusing enough. Wait, Sam asked you to be her girlfriend?"

"Uh-huh."

"So?" Okay now I'm excited! Sam and Freddie actually dating? Oh, right, that fact has been established… right.

"So what?"

"Are you guys dating?"

"I-I guess, I mean, I told you, I'm not sure what I agreed to!"

Oh, no Freddie, you have no clue what you agreed to.

Yes, this is incredibly short. Writing things from Carly's point of view isn't exactly easy for me… oh well, next up in POVs is… (cue dramatic drumroll) FREDDIE! Till then!