(Carly's POV)

"Wait, wait, wait. You're not going to file a case to Sam?" I asked.

Even if Sam is my best friend, she went too far this time.

"Freddie, she almost killed you. She didn't even help you get up," I continued.

"Carly, just forget about it," Freddie replied.

"Freddie, she has to pay for what she did, it's the law," I responded.

"Carly, I'm sure that what happened was just an accident. Please, just forget about it--"

"I'm not taking no as an answer. If she can't be punished to the police, I'll punish her myself." With that, I walked out of the hospital and headed to the Bushwell Plaza, the most obvious place Sam can be.
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(Sam's POV)

At the front of the Bushwell Plaza....

"No, I have no choice," I said to Griffin.

"What's your plan? To not come here anymore? I mean, I could go to your house--"

"I'm not letting you go to my house," I responded.

Then, I see Carly walking towards me.

"Sam, why would you do such a thing? Then you would just leave?!?!?!" Carly got angrier by the second.

"I'm sorry. It's just that--"

"Sorry? It's too late for "sorrys". Be thankful that nothing happened to Freddie. Be thankful that he's not going to file a case on you!" Carly then slapped me, which actually hurt, and then walked away.

"Are you alright?" Griffin asked.

"I'm fine..." I replied. "I change my mind, I'm still going to go here, to Carly's loft."

"Why is this so? You almost killed Freddie. Why does it seems okay to her?"

"I don't know. I'm not going to question that," I said.

"No, I mean. Freddie's hiding something."

At Carly's loft...

Griffin was searching on the Internet on "James Mirk".

"There's a ton of entries on people named James Mirk," Griffin said.

"Well, why don't you put the year he was born?"

"I don't know when he was born!"

"Well, you should probably forget about him. Whatever his secret is, that's the reason why he didn't sue me."
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(Carly's POV)

I ran back to the hospital.

I went back to where Freddie was.

I stood there, panting, and he said, "Where did you go?"

"That's not important right now. Come, we need to get going."

I grabbed his hand, and helped him to stand up.

"Are you sure you don't need to stay overnight?" I asked while walking down the hall of the hospital.

"Of course I'm sure. Now let's just walk back to the Bushwell Plaza."
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(Freddie's POV)

At Freddie's loft...

"You know, Carly, you don't really have to sleep here tonight. My mom can take care of me," I explained.

"You know, when I saw you eariler, on the road, I thought you were dead." I heard her voice drop to a low tone. "And, I thought that my heart skipped a beat.."

"Carly, don't think of that. That already passed, it's over with. I'm okay anyways...."

"When I was there beside you, I only thought of one thing that time, if you were gone in my life, you would have never understood how I felt, how much you mean to me......Freddie, I love you..."

I stood there, silent, shocked. Moments of silence spread throughout the room. I just kept staring at her. Slowly, my thinking faded, making me feel weak or something.

Then, I snapped out of the silence, and I said, "Carly, I don't think you're supposed to say that."

"No, but Freddie, I love you. And I can't hide it anymore."

"Carly, you're making this harder for me."

"Why? Because you love me back? Freddie, I can feel that you do."

"Carly, no. This can't be."

"Why can't it be?" I noticed that Carly's eyes started to make tears, but Carly tried to hold them back.

"It just can't! Why do I have to explain? Nothing can happen between us, nothing! So just leave me alone!" I headed for the bedroom I sleep in.

I knew that what I said was wrong, but I had no choice but to say that.

"Freddie," I heard from behind my back.
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(Carly's POV)

I saw Freddie's mom come up to me and say, "You should probably leave him alone."

"But, I really love Freddie," I explained.

"I know that. But, if you really do love him, then you should leave him alone sometimes."

"No; but Mrs. Benson, I don't want him to be all alone."

"I know; I understand; but I know it won't happen. I know Freddie, he's not going to leave you."
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(Griffin's POV)

The next day...

I was at some file facility, waiting for my requested file.

"Here you go, mister. Documents all about James Mirk. Being curious, what is this for?"

"Well, I was just curious. My friend's grandfather told me the story of his mother's death, which he thinks that James, his old friend, was the murderer. He actually sent me here for research."

The lady gave me the file, and I opened the folder.

"Hey, why doesn't the profile have a picture?" I asked while looking at the first page.

"I don't really know."

"Well, can you photocopy these documents please?" I requested.

"Sure thing."
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