Saying Sorry

Carly's POV

Spencer didn't come home for 3 days. At first I thought he stayed over at Natalie's then at day 2 I texted him, and no response. I decided to look up Natalie Armstrong in the phone book, there were over a billion Natalie Armstrong's in Seattle, but only one had a job of a "magic store owner." Usually I would take Sam & Freddie, but they aren't speaking to each other, on a count of Freddie called Sam a bitch and she's really pissed. She told me that she wanted Freddie to pay but she didn't want to hurt him in the process. I really hope I can talk Natalie into breaking this so called "spell" It's tearing my friendship apart.

Spencer's POV
I woke up in a crappy motel room all alone. At first I started panicking, but then I found a note on the white pillow next to me.
It read:
"Went Home,
Natalie❤"
Natalie. That name sounded really familiar. One of Carly's friends? No, that was Wendy. Hmmm. I must have had to much to drink last night. I looked at phone, July 8th. The last time I remember being home was July 6th. Woah. I need to call Carly.
Suddenly, a pretty blonde girl came out of the bathroom in a sexy magician outfit.

Freddie's POV
I feel bad for what I said to Sam the other day. I need to go tell her I'm sorry.

Sam's POV
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"IT'S OPEN" I yelled.
"Hey Sam." A familiar voice said.
It was Freddie.
"The hell do you want?" I asked reading Oliver Twist.
"Look, I'm sorry." Freddie said. He was wearing his usual douche-bag clothes.
"Oh, piss off" I said while beginning to resume reading my book.
"Look. If you don't forgive me, that's fine. And I don't blame you either.
I've been acting like a complet douche-bag lately." Freddie said. He voice really did sound sincere, but his clothes didn't.
"You know how we dated, for a month. I didn't want it to end. Honstley." Freddie asked. He sat closer to me.
"Netheir did I." Suddnely, Freddie kissed me.
My clothes changed back into my usual tom-boy clothes. A plaid red tee, blue flared jeans and and a pair of red Converse. Freddie's clothes changed from his douche-bag clothes into his cute, yes I said it. Cute. Anyways, his clothes changed back into a blue polo, and a pair of blue jeans like mine, and a pair of blue vans (A/N: Blue & Red make Purple ;).
"So, now that that's. Where you think Carly might be." I sounded pretty calm despite the fact that Carly might be missing, and perhaps dead. Freddie's voice was so calming to me❤.

"Ready Samantha?" He asked, with a smile growing on his face.
"Ready." I replied.
He was the only person is the entire WORLD (and maybe Carly) who could call me Samantha, and not get beat up by my butter sock.
He took my hand, and we headed out the door.

(A/N: So that was chapter 4 of Trading Places. See you next chapter!)