I'm sorry I was gone a while. I had a lot of trouble with the only person capable of giving me a lot of trouble in a minute – the kind of trouble that is like writer's block with a cherry-of-the-devil on top. Anyway, nothing's fixed, but I'm still writing for this bunch.

Geez. If there's anything good with heartbreaks, that would be "miserable me", and "miserable me" writes a lot. Well, here we go.

Again, I deeply thank each and every one of you who gave this a chance.


Last night, I knew I had to hug her and tell her everything will be okay because I decided that I will find a way to straighten things out between the two. I may not be the best person to do that, many people have witnessed my attempt in fixing a Carly-Sam fight live on the web – yeah, it wasn't pretty.

This is different though, this isn't any ordinary Carly-Sam feud – heck, it's not even a feud. Or maybe, let's just pray it won't turn into one because it's going to be the ugliest among the ugliest Carly-Sam feuds.

Nonetheless, before she said anything about going to bed last night, I slid a little smiley face I drew on a piece of paper under the door that divided us. I just wanted her to feel that I wasn't judging her; that I was with her in this.

And yes, that is exactly the reason why I ended up sitting on the Shay couch the morning after, staring blankly at the TV. Whatever happened to all that resolve? Heh, don't ask me. I'll get there.

Sam was noisily munching on pop corn as she watched with me. She was mumbling something about some actress from the show we were watching. I already lost track of the plot of the episode and the only thing that hogged my attention back to the TV were the repetitive "Megan!" lines.

I sighed deeply. Sam's head whipped up and she immediately turned to me.

'How could you even,' she imitated an annoying version of my sigh and went on rambling, 'at the sight of Miranda Cosgrove?'

'I don't know,' I began, 'Yeah, she's amazing but nothing like Carly. Don't you think, Sam?'

Sam looked at me like I knew some rumor she didn't want me knowing. I turned to see how she took my question. Oh yes, Samantha Puckett, vengeance is sweet when it nears the grounds of foul play. I gave her one of those I-know-things look that Megan Parker usually gave Drake and Josh.

After a couple of minutes of not being able to retort with anything, she began filling her mouth with more pop corn. She was probably trying to keep herself from saying anything else. I, on the other hand, should be ready for anything she might pull later. Because that's Sam I just cornered, I'm sure to suffer later.

'But Miranda is hot, yeah,' I said, ending Sam's discomfort. 'Right, Carly?'

'Nah,' Sam dismissed the thought by waving at me. 'Carly thinks she isn't a handful.'

I was already looking over at Carly, who didn't respond at all. I was trying to engage Shay into this ever so discrete fray to get her to interact with Sam for about hours now. She was awfully silent, or maybe pretending-to-be-busy silent. She was sitting in the kitchen, face behind her laptop. Oh and because I'm Freddie Benson, I happened to be good at stealing glances at her. That's why a certain tally I had in my head reached that little symbol mankind has come to call "infinity"; Carly stealing glances at Sam actually exceeded the number of glances I could ever "steal" from the younger Shay in a day.

I decided to stand up and come over to where she was, leaving Sam to gawk at her little celebrity crush. I used to think she watched that show because of Drake Bell, who had been in her locker for as long as I can remember.

'So,' I settled for the chair across the table from where she sat, 'are you going to sit and keep gawking at her? Or do you have any other plans?'

She made a little guilty snort and burst laughing nervously.

'Of course I have plans!' and came another set of – let's see, what do we call it? Yeah, I guess this will do - laughter.

'Let me guess, does it happen to be "Still Gawking at Sam"? You're free to correct me if I'm wrong.'

'Okay,' her seemingly rehearsed laughter stopped in an instant and she finally looked at me with clear frustration in her eyes, 'what do I do?'

What the hell? I was honestly lost with the question. If Carly Shay didn't know what to do, then right back at her – what do I do? I don't blame her though. If she was this lost, maybe whatever she felt was genuine.

I felt my brow crease in thought. I sighed in frustration. I never knew that hooking people up was harder than getting yourself hooked.

'Listen, Carly,' I placed my hand on top of hers in an attempt to comfort her, 'you shouldn't be too worried. I know something that would surely cheer you up. But hey, it isn't my business to say it. I believe it's for Sam to say.'

She paused.

I tiny chill creeped up my neck as I noticed something new. For a second, she had Sam's "Momma likey" look on. Thank God it was shortlived though. Her expression fell once more. 'Listen, I'm not sure I want this.'

'What do you mean you're not sure you want it? Hello?' I was exasperated that I actually said it out loud – loud enough for Sam to get her eyes off Miranda Cosgrove. Carly tugged at my ear and glared at me.

'Have you seen yourself lately, Carly Shay?' I asked as I rubbed my pained ear. 'I can't just sit around and let you regret this someday.'

'But what if I get hurt? What if I'm wrong? What if she doesn't want it? Won't I regret that?'

I held her hand tightly.

'You can't be wrong this time. Trust me.'

I was confident when I told her that. After all, Sam was caught red-handed first. I mean literally, and with the thorns, petals and notes kind of red.

She offered me a smile before turning her attention to Sam. I felt all sorts of anxieties stirring in her mind. But when she looked over at the indifferent Sam, there was a glint in her eyes that would topple all possible denials. This was a look that not even the overrated Robert Pattinson would get. This was the look that could make any boy, who loved Carly Shay all his life, decide that it's best to give up on her – not because you'd lose the fight for her heart, but because there would never even be a fight.

I returned her smile and tilted my head to Sam's direction.

'Go ahead.'

She heaved a breath and suddenly perked up, kicking it off with a, 'oh, what the heck!'

She stood up looking all determined and headed to the living room.

Or so I thought.

She never even got to the third step and she immediately returned to her seat.

'I can't do it!'

Phew. I rested my head on my hand, thinking that this would take more hard work that I even found myself looking up for divine intervention. I mean, who wouldn't sacrifice whatnots for divine intervention? Exhibit A: Carly Shay, sitting all flustered and frustrated on her chair and appears to be at the verge of chewing on the hem of her top. And, Exhibit B: Samantha Puckett scrubbing something off her foot with a fork. Ugh. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. That exact image made Carly Shay all flustered.