After school that day, the blonde girl and the brunette guy made their way to the front of the Bushwell Plaza.
"So..."
"So."
Awkward silence. Freddie was the first to break the silence.
"Did Carly say anything to you about-"
"No. She never did."
"Oh."
Sam fiddled with her hair as they waited. Freddie wanted to apologise, properly, but he just couldn't muster up enough courage.
A few spots of rain were hitting the ground.
"Where is Carly?"
"Uhh, I think she said something about going home with Gibby."
The small talk was getting annoying.
"Those two seem to like each other..."
"... huh. Imagine that."
"It's weird."
"Right?"
Silence again. The faint sound of rain around them.
"I guess it's not that weird."
Sam snapped her head up quickly. Freddie gulped and immediately backed off the subject.
"I guess you're right."
Stunned silence on Freddie's part.
Sam closed her eyes and took a breath in. She was getting ready to let him have it. It had gone on long enough.
"WHY DID YOU SLEEP WITH MY SISTER?"
Silence.
"...AND... WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
Silence continues.
"I FOUND OUT FROM HER! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?"
More silence.
"YOU'RE A COLD, HEARTLESS JERK, YOU KNOW THAT?"
Again, more silence.
"I WISH YOU'D JUST GO AND... AND... DIE!"
Freddie winced at this.
As soon as she had yelled it out, Sam gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth quickly.
The girl was now wishing to take back what she'd just said. She didn't wish he would just die. She didn't mean to say anything so horrible. It just escaped before she even thought to retract it. She felt terrible.
He stood there in the rain, and so did she. Both of them, soaking up the sound of pitter-pattering raindrops...
And silence.
Carly had fallen asleep on the couch. Sam saw this, and made her way over to the peaceful girl. She couldn't help but smile at how happy she looked just now.
The blonde hooked Carly's arm around her neck carefully, and lifted her up, into her own arms. By this stage, her best friend had woken up.
"Oh. Hey Sam."
"I thought you were sleeping."
"I was. I thought you and Freddie were spending some time together."
Sam went quiet.
Carly assumed that something had happened between the two of her friends.
Did they really sleep together?
She could only wonder and proceed with her interrogation.
"Did you guys have fun?"
"No."
"Are you lying right now?"
"No."
"Was that a lie?"
"No!"
"Okay, was that a-"
"No! Carly! Face it. I hate Freddie's guts. Okay? We're never gonna date. And he's always gonna be forever alone! So am I."
The girl dropped Carly back to her feet. Carly was stunned into silence.
That was that.
Sam sighed and fell back onto the couch. Carly looked at her best friend, sits down next to her and noticed something she hadn't ever witnessed before.
The girl was ... sad.
"So, what exactly happened?"
"Nothing."
Back to square one. Dammit!
"Sam..."
"Okay, okay! If you're not gonna leave me alone about it, I'll tell you!"
Carly was taken aback.
Was she that much of a pest, asking all these annoying questions?
"It must have been bad."
"How'd you figure that?"
"Simple. You usually jump on me when you have good stuff to tell."
"I don't jump on y-"
"Whatever. Just tell me!"
"Well, I kinda... sorta... told him that I-"
"...Loved him?"
"I wished he would go and die."
Gasp.
Sam leaned over and buried her face into Carly's shoulder, who was now comforting the distraught blonde. She wasn't sure if she was shocked or disgusted or even a little... inspired? No, no, that wasn't the right word.
The girl was now officially in tears. Broken.
"I-I didn't m-m-mean to t-t-tell him that! I was just s-s-so mad-d that I... I..."
"Calm down."
Carly was doing her absolute best to softly console the poor girl. Sam was a mess by now, clinging onto Carly's shirt.
A sorry, sorry sight for anyone to walk in on.