So here's the next chapter...

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Truth


Xavier narrowed his eyes at Freddie.

"I tell you about her yesterday, about how she betrayed me... And now...

I can't believe you."

"No, Xavier..." Freddie interrupted.

"I trusted you!"

"Xavier..."

"I shared personal things with you!"

"Dude..."

"Get away from me." He growled.

Xavier shoved Freddie away and walked up to Sam, trying to contain his tears.

"Well, I can see the pregnancy did a number on you. You look awful." He spat.

Sam let out a cry of disbelief.

"Xavier I-" Freddie tried again.

Sam just stared at the boy with her mouth agape.

Xavier lost it, dropping to the ground and hugging Sam's knees, crying hysterically.

"Please don't leave me again! I love you. Please baby, come back! I'm a mess without you! Baby," he hiccuped,

"please..."

And just as fast as it had started, it was over.

He got up and tried to composed himself. He put on an uninterested look, to matain his cool facade.

"I, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry... Whatever, I moved on. Not interested in you anymore."

Sam and Freddie shared an amused look.

"The award for Understatement of the century goes to..."

"Shut up. I'm over her, really. Got a whole lot hotter chicks just begging to get a piece of me."

"Like how you were with her right no-"

"Shut the fuck up Fred!"

"Xavier, look. I know this sounds crazy, but I am not Melanie. I'm Sam." The blonde explained.

Xavier snorted.

"Okay, so I know I'm not the smartest one in the school and so what I might be a little drunk. You're really gonna think I'm going to fall for that? So I can tell that you don't look as well put together as before, but how would you explain that? Twins? You just had a baby ... Conceived behind my back even! Changing you're name... Ha! Nice try." He ridiculed.

"Yeah. I'm her twin." Sam said bluntly.

"Yeah, right!" He snorted, again.

"If it's any help I thought the same thi-"

"Shut up. I'm not talking to you." Xavier cut off.

Xavier was definitley not fond of Freddie at this particular moment.

"Xavier, I am not lying. I'm sorry that Melanie cheated on you, that's not fair... But you should have expected that she only wanted you for the drugs..."

Xavier looked up at Sam in confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Look, let's cut to the chase. Hi, I'm Sam Puckett. I hate you. You ruined Melanie's life, and I want you locked up. So... Where's the meth?"

"I never even touched alcohol before you last year. You know that. And yeah, I may not be exactly intelligent now, but I was able to get into this school right? I never did drugs."

"That's not what Melanie said." Sam snapped.

"Oh c'mon! Twins! Wow! So believable." He laughed bitterly.

"Ugh! Okay, let's just say I am Sam..."

"Aha!" He cried.

Sam was getting annoyed, how can a guy not recognize his ex? It dosn't matter if they're twins or not, he should be able to tell. Although, he was buzzed...

"I am Sam, but lets talk figuratively...

Melanie told me you gave her drugs!"

"Yeah, well Melanie's screwed up. I still love you-her like hell but... I started to get suspicious, I didn't dare say anything, but everything was confirmed when she told me she-you he glared. were pregnant.

She got the drugs from him. Not me. Why would you believe a girl hooked up on Meth anyways?"

"I didn't want to bring that up, but he does have a good point Sam..." Freddie pointed out.

She snarled at both of them, not wanting to admit that she might be wrong.

"And how do I know you're not lying?" She snapped.

"How do I know you're not Melanie?" Xavier retorted, fustrated.

Sam turned around, and sat next to Freddie, on the sofa, before she said anything.

She gestured to the boy who was now staring her down.

"You first." The blonde challenged.

"I'd tell you to search the place, but looks like you've already done that..."

Xavier smirked at Sam.

"Did you find anything...?"

Sam mumbled incoherently.

"Of course you didn't. You're a good actress by the way. Melanie. I really don't get it. Why are you trying to bust yourself?

Trying to make a fool out of me? Rub it in my face that you left? Trying to frame me? You hate me that much?

Funny, cause just 2 years ago you claimed you saw us married with kids in a few years.

Obviously you forgot to mention that they wouldn't be MINE!" He hollored angrily.

Sam rolled her eyes.

"You'd better clean that up," He said gesturing towards his room.

"Actually," Freddie piped up, "after all I cleaned up after you over the past year, I think it wouldn't kill you to cleaned your own shit."

"Thanks Fred," he grumbled.

"Besides, I, uh, lost my mother to substance abuse. You know that..." his voice cracked, "That was something you and- me and Mel had in common..." He said softly.

Sam winced at her past, Freddie saw it and whispered something soothingly in her ear.

She visibly relaxed again.

"...Living with an out of control mom." He finished.

"I know," Sam replied softly.

"Oh yeah, that's right,"

Xavier switched back to his 'tough' attitude, and looked at Sam accusingly.

"You're "Sam" the twin I've never heard of. You never proved it yet."

"Fine, you want proof?"

Xavier nodded his head.

Sam stood up, rasied an eyebrown and gave him a challenging stare.

"Then kiss me."

Freddie jumped off of the couch, not liking where this was going.

"Woah, woah woah. Un-uh. You aren't kissing her." He jabbed a finger into Xavier's chest.

"This isn't the time Freddie..."

"Dude, you better not have highjacked my girl... Or I swear to go-"

"If you kiss me. You'll know. I'm Sam."

"I don't want you kissing her!" Freddie hissed.

"Why? It'll blow your secret?" He sneered, "Cause I really don't give a sh-"

Sam scowled at the bickering.

Where they really that identical? The thought of people knowing that she and Melanie were related alone made her want to gag, not to mention mistakening her for the girl.

This is why people in her old gang, like Dana and Billy Boots, don't need to know this kind of stuff about her.

Yes, she has gone soft over the years, but she wouldn't hesitate putting idiots in their place if try ever mentioned the whole 'related to a prissy daffodil' chizz.

Sam quickly grabbed Xavier by the shirt and kissed him for a few seconds before they both pulled away.

Sam started wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt disgusted, while Xavier crossed his arms across his chest.

His blue eyes casts down.

"Alright, so you are definitely not Melanie." he said soflty.

"And your breath reeks of Vodka, dude! It's noon and you're already drunk? What's the matter with you?"

"Everything." he replied simply.

"Yeah, I noticed that when you first walked in."

Freddie put an arm around Sam's shoulder.

"So, this is Sam. The girl I was talking about. Isn't she sweet?" he teased.

Sam looked up at him. Blue and brown eyes met.

"You were talking about me?" She smiled.

Xavier ruined the moment, utterly confused.

"Wait a minute. If you're..."

"Sam." Freddie spoke for her.

"Right, then where is Melanie? And her baby, and..."

Sam sighed, grabbing her bag.

"Lets go for a walk Xavier. There's a lot you need to know..."

"I'm coming too," Freddie declared.

"Of course Fred," Xavier rolled his eyes, as the three walked out of the dorm.

"Of course."


9:30 THIS MORNING, SORRENTO, ITALY.


Carly looked up from her paper. That was the last question.

She smiled at the hot guy sitting in the booth in front of her.

He was at least two years older than her, with dark hair swept across his eyes.

Green eyes. She loved men with green eyes.

"So, uh, that's it."

"Cool." he replied, finishing up his coffee.

He seems interested, she thought to herself. Alright then, time to flirt it up... Carly style.

"Hey, so what's your name again?"

"Adriano"

"So, Adriano, what's your major?" She toyed with her hair and bit her bottom lip, trying to look cute.

"Culinary Arts."

"Oh!" She responded, cheerily.

Adriano looked at Carly incredulously... How dumb can a girl look?

"That means cooking." he said slowly.

"Hey! I'm not stupid! I know what that means!" She defended herself, her voice pitching higher.

"Really...?" He drawled out, not convinced.

"Yeah!" She shook her head feverently,"One of my best friends was concedering it before she left to..." Carly frowned at her rambling.

"Why am I telling you this?"

"I really don't know, so are we done this interview?"

"What? Oh yeah! Of course."

She couldn't stop herself looking into those green eyes...

"So I can go home now?" he confirmed.

"Sure." Carly said dreamily, until he got up from the table to put on his coat.

She snapped back to reality.

"Wait... NO!"

Adriano looked back at Carly, raising an eyebrow, and tapping his foot impatiently.

"What?"

"Wanna...get some coffee tomorrow night?" she grinned.

"Carly... Right? Look, you're a pretty and everything, but, I don't want to go out with someone who just throws herself out at people she barely knows."

Her smile falters.

"Oh," She said dejectedly,"Okay."

"So, you'll contact me the day this airs?" Adriano asked.

"Definitely. What's your number?" She asked hopefully.

He could see right through her. Desperate much?

"Bel tentativo..." he chuckled to himself.

In English, he asked,

"Weren't we only suppose to put down our email?"

"Oh, right. Okay then, see you around."

"Spero di no ..."

he muttered under his breath as he quickly walked away.

Carly ran after him.

"What?" she asked.

Carly could speak decent Italian, but she finds it hard to follow along what fluent speakers are saying when they are talking fast. It was a pet peeve of hers. She had to know what people were saying about her, in English and Italien...

"Addio Carly." he called out over his shoulder.

"Ciao" She called back, giving up.

"Why don't any hot Italians like me?" She wondered out loud, going back to her house.

She opened the door, grabbed the mail from the mailbox, and entered the house to find her father reading a book on their sofa.

"Hey, Dad! How's your first month of retirement going?"

"Same thing I told you yesterday. Great, I'm loving it." he laughed.

"Then why can't we go back?" she whined.

"Back where?"

"To Seattle stupid! You know, where Spencer, your eldest son lives?"

"I thought you liked it here." He stated.

"I do dad...But Seattle is still my first home, and I miss it, and there's no reason to stay here anymore."

"What about your job?"

"Eh, I'm Carly Shay, I can get a television job anywhere..." She shrugged off.

"Aren't we confident?" Mr. Shay teased.

"True life of an ex- Internet celebrity."

"Alright Carly, I'll think about it."

Which Carly knows is his way of saying yes indirectly.

"Thank you daddy!"

"I'll be downstairs, if you need me."

"Cool."

"Oh, Carls, you realize that if we move back to Seattle you'll have to get your own place. And of course, I'd be more than glad to pay the first year's rent for you, so you can save up your money."

Carly squeals with joy, dropping the mail. "Oh my gosh, do I get to be in charge of the decor?"

"Of course baby..."

He gets up to pick up the bills.

"Oh by the way, the repair man came today. Internets back up."

Carly gasps,

"So how was the inte..."

Colonel Shay gets up and turns around to find Carly already gone to her room. Most likely to check her email, she recently lost her phone, and the Internet been down for the past two months.


You have 125 new messages.

Carly skipped over the ads and work emails, she was just wanted to get the ones from...

Oh, there it is.

Sam Puckett.


Carls,

She's guilty. 15 years.

You know when we were young, and I use to always say that it would be the end of the world when the world runs out of ham? That and Melanie goes to the dark side.

Was I foreshadowing, or something like that chizz? Cause I'm freaking out.

Have you ever felt like everything you thought you knew... Is really all just lies

I really want to talk to you.

I miss you.

Sam.

Sent April 2nd 2018


Carls,

Carly where are you? Think this is some kinda of joke? I really need you, and you're not even talking to me.

I mean I love Cat and all, but I need someone I can be serious with who doesn't get sidetracked whenever I mention the word 'baby'.

I'm so mad at you right now.

Sam

Sent April 10th 2018


Carls,

Did you forget about your best friend going through a crisis or something?
You can at least call me!
Okay, so I realize that it's too expensive to call from your landline... But I thought your phone has an international plan...

Baby's up for adoption.

I feel bad, because he doesn't even have a name.

Sam

Sent April 14th 2018.


Carls,

Happy fucking birthday Sam.

Your best friend disappeared from the face the earth,

Sam

Sent April 17th 2018


Carly,

I hate you,

Sam

Sent April 18th 2018


Carly... Freddie knows what happened.

He wanted to know, so I told him... Not all of it, but enough to make him puke.

But that's not all...

Sam found him.

Spencer

Sent yesteday


Carly gasped, she was shocked, she couldn't believe that- wait a minute.

Carly back-pedalled.

Spencer knew where Freddie was.

She breathed slowly trying not to make a scene, she was burning up with intense anger.

Carly began dialling a long distance number from her home phone ferociously, not caring about the ridiculously high bill she'd have to pay.

It looks like this summer won't be completely filled with decor planning after all.

Carly Shay was scammed, by her own brother.

She has never felt so betrayed in her life.


Uh oh, Carly is in the know, and she doesn't seem to be taking very well...

Not too proud of this chapter, in my opinion.

What about you? What do you think?

Let me know :)

~Katie