Hey everyone, I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I'm having big problems with inspiration at the moment. I've not been getting as many reviews with this story as I did on iAm On Top Of The World and I'm not sure why. I know I don't write for the reviews but it would be nice to have some sort of a response, even if it is constructive criticism. In fact I'd love some helpful reviews that can show me where I've been going wrong and why I'm not getting as much of a response. Please help me?

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"Come on Freddie!" A whiney voice shouted through the door to apartment 8D.

Freddie glared at the closed door, "No!"

"Please?" Carly pressed, "For me?"

"Not budging!" He called, checking that the door was still locked.

"Freddie…"

"No!"

"Why not? She's a really nice girl!" Carly pleaded, biting her lip in frustration.

"Carly," Freddie groaned, opening the door to let her in at last, "I've been broken up with Sam for what? Just over a week? And you're already trying to get me to go on a date with another girl?"

Carly rolled her eyes, shifting her weight to her other foot.

"Did I forget to mention that she's missing?"

"Maybe it's time to move on?" She asked, pouting.

He narrowed his eyes, frowning, "Do you even miss her at all?"

Carly's eyes showed a glimmer of hurt and her lips quivered, before the mask was back. Despite everything she'd changed to try and forget her best friend, her attempts to hide it were very similar to the methods used by the blonde haired demon.

"Carly, I-"

"Whatever, date Francesca if you want," Her heels clumped on the wooden flooring as she walked to the door, "See if I care."

Freddie ran after her, meeting the solid door of her apartment, "No, I didn't mean that!" Freddie yelled, suddenly the one on the other side of the door.

Carly's eyes flashed, letting everything go since no-one could see her, "Didn't you?"

"Well I did..." He said, trying the door and finding it unlocked, "But only because I was worried."

"Worried? About me? I'm fine," She denied, picking at her manicured nails.

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

Freddie looked down at her, seeing the scared little girl behind the façade, "Because you've changed."

"Changed?" Carly frowned, giving a slight laugh, "She's only been gone a week, I don't see how I could have-"

"Say it," He replied, staring at her intently. There was a moment of silence while she looked back at him blankly, "Say her name."

"I don't see why-" She murmured, pursing her lips.

"Say it."

The perfectly made up girl looked down at the floor, then up at his concerned face and back down again. The trauma of losing her best friend, which she had worked so hard to cover, was bubbling to the surface and there was nothing she could do about it. Suddenly, the nail she had been picking at ripped, causing something inside of her to snap. Carly leapt to her feet, "I can't!"

"And why is that?" Freddie asked cautiously, seeing this was causing her actual pain to think about.

"I-" Carly winced visibly, clenching her fists, "I miss her, all right?"

"I know you do, I didn't mean to let that slip out before," He sighed, closing his tired lids.

Her dull brown eyes stared unblinkingly at the opposite wall, "I miss the way she would turn up here with no invitation and the way she would eat all my food without asking."

"Yes-"

"I miss coming downstairs in a morning to find her curled up on the sofa, wearing only sweatpants and one of your shirts."

"Carly-"

"I miss her calling people nubs and prisses, without a care in the world."

The tears were coming thick and fast down her ivory cheeks, streaking two lines through Carly's makeup. With every statement she made she took a step closer to Freddie.

"I miss buying her smoothies and doing all my homework twice, just so she didn't get another detention."

"I-"

"I miss the jealousy I felt when she looked at you, wondering if I'll ever have what you two had."

Carly was abruptly very close to him, he could feel her shuddering breaths hot on his cheeks. The room was suddenly very small.

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The thick wooden door swung shut soundlessly behind Sam. She stood on the plush carpet awkwardly, fingering her stiff pink skirt with apprehension. She didn't have long to comprehend what she was doing however, as the door reopened to reveal the boarding porter, dragging Sam's bulky cases.

"What is in these?" He gasped, dropping them to the ground.

"A large supply of fatcakes," She explained, like it was obvious, "They don't sell facakes here, right?"

"What are fatcakes?"

Sam sighed, wondering what she'd got herself into. Stuck a place where she would be surrounded by daffodils, without Carly or Freddie to help her; her own personal hell. Once again her contemplation was cut short, as two other blonde girls pelted down the hallway towards her. They were wearing identical outfits to that of Sam, but where Sam's blouse was hanging free of her skirt; theirs were tucked in tightly, where Sam had her hair wildly down her back; theirs were styled perfectly into sparkly pink hair bands.

"Sam!" One squealed.

"I can't believe you're here!" The other chimed in.

She groaned, "Yeah, yeah. I'm awesome, you love me, I get it."

Melanie and LeAnne rolled their eyes good naturedly, tipping back their blonde manes and giggling. Giggling was one thing Sam couldn't abide (other than the word "panties".). But she was painfully aware that she would have to endure much more than this, now she was going to be staying in a room with 5 other girls. Resigning herself to this, she promptly picked up her suitcase and strolled away, peeking into the various rooms as she passed. Sam noticed an excess of pink about the place, even the boys' uniform was khaki pants and a pink polo shirt. The bright tones were giving her a headache.

"Sammy, let me show you to our dorm!" Melanie whined, falling into step with Sam, who was trying in vain to get away.

"What, I'm staying with you?" Sam groaned, hastening her pace more "Wasn't seven years enough?"

LeAnne was suddenly at her side, giggling as per usual, "I'm in your dorm too; we're going be like the three musketeers or something!"

"Holy chiz…" She murmured, rubbing her tired eyes. The 24/7 LeAnne and Mel show starts now.

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"Carly, I know you're upset, but bottling things up isn't good for you," Freddie coaxed, putting a tentative hand on her shoulder.

She closed her red rimmed eyes, "I'm letting it out now, aren't I?"

Freddie didn't know how to reply to her, on one hand it was good that she was finally talking to him, but he had no idea what she could do in this state. He was very aware of her lingering hands and watery gaze, both of which were making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Freddie, I know you love Sam and all that but-"

"Did she tell you that?" He demanded, "I never told you that I loved her, did she tell you before she left?"

"No, she didn't. Why does it matter?" Carly replied, sounding slightly disgruntled.

He sighed again, letting his head drop, "I need some kind of sign that she's out there, some sign that she still loves me and is thinking about me."

"But that doesn't matter though, does it? She's not here anymore… But I am," Carly said, moving closer to Freddie silkily.

"But Carly-"

"You might love her now," Carly said, raising her eyebrows innocently, "But you loved me once."

"This isn't-"

He was stopped short when a pale hand pressed on his shoulder, curling itself around his arm slowly. Freddie's eyes traced up her thin limb warily until he met her eager eyes, alarm bells raging inside his banging head. A slow smile grew on her glossy lips and Carly gravitated towards him automatically. Every minute movement she made was tracked by Freddie and he knew that nothing good could come of this. Finally he placed a hand on her collar bone in order to push her away, but the muddled girl took it as a "go for it". This meant that both her arms wound their way around his neck quickly, yanking Freddie's lips to hers all in a matter of seconds. He was drowning in gooey lips; choking in strong girly perfume; bound by an iron grip. He couldn't get away.

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