Sam's POV
Spencer found me in his room. I can't believe Freddie barged in on us again!
"Hey Sam," Spencer stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Hi," I mumbled.
Spencer made his way over to the bed, "I think you should talk to Freddie."
"I don't wanna," I pouted.
"Seriously Sam, if this is going to go anywhere… You and Freddie have some things to discuss," Spencer was uncharacteristically serious.
"What the hell did Freddie say to you?" I demanded.
"You've gotta talk to him Sammy," Spencer insisted. I grunted. "Come on, Sam. If you talk to him we can get on with our lives! And maybe we can finally get some private time," he smirked.
"We could just try 'private time' in here," I stubbornly suggested.
"Saaam," Spencer moaned.
"Fine," I reluctantly agreed to go talk to Freddie.