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The next day in the morning... actually, make that 2:10 in the afternoon
Sam had just woken up and is in a great mood. Not only is it Saturday, but her revenge plan she knows must've worked out great. In fact, she's headed over to Carly's soon sure that Freddie probably went and complained to her about his stupid shoes.
She walks back from her kitchen eating a banana and goes to her calendar. The day before yesterday marked with a big, angry X. She picks up her black marker and marks a new X on the previous day. "Two days down." She smiles. This will be a cinch. She can make it through a whole week. "Pfft... yeah." She says aloud, agreeing with her thoughts.
At Carly's
"A fruit tart?" Says a questioning Sam.
"Yeah huh. Spencer bought a lot of fruit so I made fruit tarts. Freddie and I ate most of them last night, but there are a couple left if you want any." Carly offers.
"I had a banana for breakfast." Sam tells her, indirectly saying she doesn't want a tart.
"Oh come on, you can never have too much fruit." She states matter-of-factly.
Sam gives her a highly incredulous look.
"Well, anyway." Carly pauses and glances at Sam who is next to her on the couch. "Freddie came over because he, uh..."
Sam looks up and grins, "Found his shoes?" She laughs. "Yeah, I did a pretty good job on them."
"More like a pretty mean job. He was really hurt, Sam. And furious!" She says with a serious tone.
Sam's smile goes down. She doesn't like to be yelled at - especially by her best friend.
"They were his favorite shoes and now they're ruined." She stands up facing Sam. "Why'd you have to go and do that? All he did was write you a love letter! I mean, sure, it was a little corny and embarrassing, but what you did was way worse!!"
Sam stays where she is, but yells back, "I never asked for a love letter! Especially from Freddie! And anyway, you guys should be used of me doing this sort of stuff by now!"
Carly sighs. "He even gave you a rose." She mutters, mainly to herself.
"Which! Which I threw away thank-you-very-much!" Sam says, stammering. It's getting hard to stay mad at Carly.
"I... I'm going to go eat a fruit tart." She announces, upset.
Sam slouches in her seat. "Yeah. You do that." She watches Carly go into the kitchen.
Just then the door opens and Spencer comes in carrying a large brown box.
Sam looks at him with a curious expression. "What's with the box, Spence?"
He sets it down with a big grunt. "THIS... is a box of stuff!" He says proudly.
Carly walks in munching on a fruit tart. "Yeah, we can see that."
Spencer continues, "It has curtains, some bulbs, and all sorts of miscellaneous items for my furniture face creation."
"What are they all for?" Carly asks.
"I decided to turn the creation into a body. So I'm going to sculpt the body 'cause..." he chuckles, "We all know how much I love molding clay."
Carly nods.
"And the curtains will be the dress and the bulbs will be the buttons. Gotta keep with the theme of furniture-like stuff." He smiles.
"What's all this for again?" Carly wonders.
"Just a random project. Get the juices goin'! I'm an artist, Carly. I don't need to always make something for a purpose or a contest. Art is a form of expression."
"So you'll be working on that all day, in here?" She asks her big brother.
"Yup! Where else would I work?" He states with an air of obviousness.
"Okay then. Well, I don't want to disturb you so I'm headed over to Freddie's. I need to go talk to him." She stops and looks over at Sam, just realizing she hadn't heard a peep from her this whole time. "Want to come?"
Sam sullenly looks up at her, "Nah."
Carly is surprised. "Are you actually sorry for what you did to him?"
"No. 'course not. I just..."
"Yeah?" She wants to know.
"I'm sorry I got you upset. I didn't know you'd react that way." She says sincerely.
"Oh." Carly stops in her tracks. "Uh... it's okay. Really. I was just overreacting."
"No. You were right. You had every right to be mad." She affirms.
"I was?!" She's shocked. "I did??"
"Yeah I mean. You had to listen to a geek complain all about his shoes yesterday. Couldn't have been that much fun."
Carly laughs, having expected something completely different from Sam. "It's all right. Come on. Let's go."
"Eh, I'm hungry." She shrugs.
"I offered you fruit tarts." Carly reminds her.
"I'll just go out and get a smoothie."
Carly smiles, giggling. "They usually are fruit!"
Sam acts nonchalant. "Meh." She walks out. "See ya later."
"Later." She turns back to Spencer who is working on his creation. "I'm out!"
"Yo!" Is Spencer's only response as the door closes.
