a/n: This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has attempted the 21 shots challenge. And to those of you who haven't yet - Trust me - it's never pretty.


Chapter Seven

The next morning Freddie slowly stirred in his bed. His head hurt and he made no attempt to open his eyes. He thought he'd be able to make it to class this morning… wishful thinking. He felt strands of hair matted against his lips. Bringing his hand to his face, he opened his mouth and tried to wipe them away. When he touched his face something wet and chunky met his fingers.

Oh my God – Carly puked in my bed!

He opened his eyes quickly and sat up, despite the pain in his head. It took a moment to focus on his surroundings. Carly was spooned beside him. She groaned and pulled the sheet back over her head.

"Five more minutes…," she mumbled.

He looked at the second lump on the far side of Carly, flush against the wall.

Who the hell was that?

He looked back at his hand, sniffing cautiously. Definitely not vomit. Bring his hand closer to his nose, he sniffed again…. Familiar….it was… Salsa.

He patted his face with the back of his hand, and found more of it in his hair and on his pillow.

What the fuck?

Freddie knew that when he went to bed, there was no Salsa in his dorm room. He looked down at his bare chest. There were yellow crumbs scattered though his chest hair. He picked one up and examined it.

Nachos.

"Carly," he poked the figure beside him angrily.

"Five more…," she mumbled pulling the sheet tighter over her head.

"SAM!" he yelled as he reached over Carly poking the lump next to her. He told her a million times not to eat in his bed.

"Shhh!" Carly pulled the covers down. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hair was wet, matted and filled with more nacho crumbs.

"Sam," he leaned over shaking the lump again.

"That's not Sam, she's sleeping on the floor," Carly told him, before pulling the covers back over her head.

"What?" Freddie exclaimed as he looked on the floor next to the bed. Sam was curled up in a ball with his pillow and the blanket from his bed. A few jars of Salsa and some empty Nacho bags were lying nearby, along with the empty bag of Dorkskitos and a duck piñata.

A Duck Pinata?

Freddie looked back at the figure next to Carly, suddenly feeling scared.

If that's Mandy, I'm going to shoot myself right here, right now…

He grasped the covers preparing to pull them back. One, Two Three… He counted in his head, his fingers flexing on the plush material. Then he chickened out and looked away, sliding back under the covers next to Carly.

He turned his head to the side and looked at Sam, before staring up at the ceiling. His heart was racing in his chest and he rolled on his side to face Carly.

"Carly," he whispered. "Who's that next to you?"

"What?" Carly opened one eye, "it's you."

"On the other side," Freddie clarified.

Carly rolled over and pulled the covers over her head.

"Is it Mandy?" he cringed as he asked that.

"It's your laundry duffle bag," came the curt reply. "Now go back to sleep."

My laundry bag?

Freddie sat up and grasped hold of the lump. He ran his hand back and forth several times, confirming that it was not a person. He sighed with relief.

Getting out of bed, he stepped over Sam who was out cold. Freddie got his shower caddy and a towel and made his way toward the door. Next to his desk were the two bottle of Jack Daniels, both were completely empty. He took another step and his bare foot hit a wet spot on the carpet. Looking back at the empty bottles he deduced that they must have spilled on the floor. Probably Sam. He'd clean it up later.

The hallway was empty. Most of the students were either at breakfast or in class. Having the bathroom all to himself would be nice. He glanced in each of the shower stalls, trying to figure out which one was the cleanest (the answer being none of them). The middle stall had vomit all over the walls. Disgusting.

Freddie chose the first stall, slipped on his shower shoes and arranged all his belongings before making his morning visit to the urinal. His mind replayed bits of the previous night. The way Sam's tongue felt on his dick. The way it felt to have unprotected sex…While it was all awesome, a bit of sadness crept up because he knew it strictly a one time opportunity. Well maybe not with Sam, he consoled himself, she did mention her birthday…

Having hot water for your shower was a rare treat and Freddie enjoyed every minute of it. He dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist before getting his toothbrush, toothpaste, floss and mouthwash. He examined his face in the mirror, still mostly smooth from when he shaved yesterday. It would pass his mom's inspection.

Packing everything back into the caddy, he returned to the dorm room where he found Sam had taken his spot in the bed. The laundry bag was on the floor, its seams about to burst. He didn't remember having that much laundry to bring home…the sheets, he remembered making a mental note to do his own laundry this weekend. His mom would freak out if she saw them.

Freddie scrounged through the dresser for something to wear. For some reason a bunch of his clothes were missing. He frowned and looked over at Sam, then the wet spot on the floor. Probably used my shirts to clean it up. Some of Sam's habits really got on his nerves.

He glanced at the clock, 11:30am – It was lunchtime! Carly didn't take her birth control pill! The only thing he knew about the pill was that she had to take it at the same time everyday. Shit! Freddie rushed to the bed, straddling over Sam to reach the brunette.

"Carly wake up!" he said urgently shaking her shoulder.

"What!" Carly screeched as she flung the sheet off her body and sat up angrily.

"You forgot to take your pill," Freddie told her.

"I took it already," Carly said with a sigh. "Now please, can you just let me and Sam sleep. We've been up all night."

"I can see that," Freddie said with annoyance. "Why didn't you guys trash your dorm room?"

"Freddie…," Carly rubbed her eyes. "I cleaned everything up."

"You call this clean?" Freddie replied. "I woke up with Salsa and nacho crumbs all over me, and there's a huge wet spot on the carpet."

"I don't want to hear it, Benson," Carly said huffily as she climbed out of the bed. "I'm going back to my room," she announced as she collected her things from the top of the dresser. "Text me when you're ready to drive home," with that she stormed out of the room slamming the door loudly behind her.

Freddie frowned. Why was Carly being such a bitch? Is this what she meant by things being weird between them?

There was a soft chuckle from under the covers.

"What's so funny, Sam?" Freddie had a leg on either side of her. He sat on her thighs, as he pulled the covers down exposing her face.

"You obviously don't remember anything about last night do you?" she said with a wide grin.

"I remember everything," Freddie countered.

"Why is there a wet spot on the floor?" Sam raised her eyebrows.

"Because you spilled my JD," Freddie answered.

"Bzzzzz, WRONG!" Sam laughed. "Try again, Fredaholic – and that's a hint by the way."

"I spilled it?" Freddie cocked his head at Sam.

Sam rubbed her chin in thought for a moment. "Not exactly, but close enough," she laced her hands behind her head. "You barfed – ALL over the floor, dude."

"What?" Freddie was shocked. "I don't remember that."

"No shit," Sam replied. "I told her you wouldn't."

"I have a feeling there's a lot more to this story," Freddie said nervously.

"I'll hit the highlights," Sam gave him a sympathetic smile. "I get this crazy text from you about 2am, so I come back here and you answer the door buck naked."

Freddie winced. He had no recollection of that.

"You told me that you wanted to drink some more but Carly had already passed out. So then you did six more shots and declared you had another wish coming. FYI – you wished for a threesome with me and Carly," Sam grinned. "There's no way you could handle both of us."

"That's what you think," Freddie grinned back.

"Yeah, keep dreaming," Sam laughed and continued the story. "We told you 'no', so then you got pissed off and left. I followed you all the way across campus to Greek Row where you proclaimed to an entire fraternity that I give the best blow jobs," Sam paused. "I'm not sure if I should be mad or flattered. Anyway, did I mention you were only wearing your Spidey boxers?"

Freddie sucked his lower lip into his mouth and bit down. Humiliation was an understatement.

"Oh and I took a couple pictures too. They're on my phone," Sam gestured to the desk. "I explained to everyone that it was your birthday, blah, blah, blah and then someone gave you that pinata and a bag of nachos and salsa. You were starting to act like an asshole, so I made you come back here. You took two steps in the door and bleeehhh," Sam made a vomiting sound, "all over the floor."

"oh shit," Freddie glanced back at the spot by the door. "Carly cleaned it up didn't she?"

"You need to seriously kiss that girl's ass," Sam said sincerely. "I don't even know how many times you barfed on her. I had to leave, this whole place reeked."

"I threw up on Carly," Freddie repeated in disbelief.

"One time you got her right in the face," Sam shook her head. "I have no fucking idea how she didn't puke."

"She's really pissed off isn't she?" Freddie climbed over Sam and flopped down next to her.

"I think she just needs to sleep," Sam shrugged. "But, apologize ok? You said some stuff…," Sam trailed off.

"What did I say?" Freddie asked, now a little worried.

"You were trashed. You didn't know what you were saying," Sam patted his wet hair. "I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"But you did," Freddie looked at her, "so now you have to tell me."

"Just apologize," Sam yawned, "and wake me up when it's time to leave." She pulled the covers back up and closed her eyes.

Freddie got out of bed and took Sam's phone off the desk. He turned it on and looked through the pictures. They were dark and most were out of focus, but there was one very clear picture of him with the damn piñata under one arm and the other arm around Sam. And even though it was freezing outside, he only had on his boxers.

I'm NEVER drinking again. He told himself.