There stood Freddie by the door, with concern on his face.
He's probably shocked that I actually am human enough to cry.
Before I could respond, he walked over to me, and plopped down next to me, whom was still in Carly's hug.
"Sam… What's wrong? Why're you crying?" I was sinking into his liquid brown eyes.
That was probably a bad idea to look him in the eyes, because now that's all I can do… Stare.
I pulled myself together a little so I could speak, "I-I-I, uh, was, um, crying bec-cause, um," I was stuttering and saying "um" after every word or so.
Jeez, I need to pull myself together…
"You were crying because?"
Because of you! I was crying because of you! Fredward Benson! And might I add your girlfriend is a complete psycho path whom is lying and using you!
"Because… I couldn't find an outfit to where to Darien's Sweet Sixteen this weekend."
That wasn't a complete lie, because there really was a party, but I already knew what I was wearing.
He cocked an eyebrow, "Sam, the party's next weekend and since when did you ever care about appearance?"
I couldn't come up with anything but thank goodness for Carly, "She needs an outfit because I told her that she can't just wear plaid with skinny jeans and converse."
"Oh, okay… So… Are you guys going shopping?" he asked.
I sighed, "N—"
"Yeah, why?" Carly blurted.
A grin spread across his face, "Oh, good, because I was wondering if you guys could take Tiffany with you guys. For you guys to… You know, get to know each other."
FML.
I couldn't say no, because then he would know something's up, but I never liked his girlfriends anyways, so it wouldn't really make a difference.
"Yeah, Freddink, that's a problem. I don't think I need your girlfriend coming with us and have people thinking that we're sisters rather than your girlfriend. It's bad enough that my sister had to go on a date with you." I pretended to be creeped out from the thought, but really, I envied my sister.
She'll get to experience what I probably never will, because she was clean, smart, and likeable.
"What do you have against Tiffany? You barely even met her." Freddie complained.
"Have I ever liked your girlfriends?" I shot back.
That wasn't fake annoyance, either. I hated having to deal with girls that got to date Freddie, excluding Melanie and Carly, because it's my sister and best friend.
He scoffed, "Guess not… Fine, you guys go ahead. Anyways, Carly, are you buying something new, too or just Sam?"
Carly shook her head, "Nope, but I have my outfit ready."
"Oh, so it's just Sam?"
"Yep," Carly and I said in unison.
"When are you guys going?" he asked crossing his arms.
Man, what's with him?
"What are you? The whereabouts police?" I mocked.
He rolled his eyes, "I'm just curious, because we have to rehearse for iCarly, you know."
Oh, crap… Just saying iCarly reminded me that I wasn't suppose to see Freddie.
"We'll go today," Carly answered.
"What? It's 7:30! What would I even be able to find?" I was frantic.
If I was really going to look for an outfit, I would need more than an hour and a half.
"I'm sure you'll find an outfit that you like in an hour and a half." Carly rolled her eyes.
"Fine, but you're paying, because I don't have money." I growled.
"Alright, we'll see you later, Freddie."
And out we went to the mall… Where I was going to have to look for an outfit in an hour or so.