Sam's POV

"When... did that happen?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "Maybe it started when Freddie was so insistent on keeping his promise to you. When he told me that he swore to take care of you till your eyes recover, I guess I felt a little..."

I smirked. "Jealous?"

"Yea," she said in the most innocent voice ever. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I was puzzled. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She sounded guilty. "But I... I... I don't know, I just fell for him. I shouldn't have done that."

"Relax, Carls," I tried to comfort her. "It's not your fault you fell for the king of the nubs. He should be sorry for hypnotizing you or something. Well, at least he finally got his girl and you finally found your man."

"You really think so?" she stopped sobbing. "You don't mind?"

I laughed. "Why would I mind? This has nothing to do with me. I'm not his mother or something. But seriously, if you really like him, you should find some time to confess, you know?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll do that."

"Later?" I suggested. "They're coming back soon anyway. You better make this quick too. I would rather that nub to be occupied with his new girlfriend than bothering me and nagging like mother never did."

"Okay," she heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, at least that was out. It has been weighing on my chest for a very long time."

There was the sound of the door opening, "Carly, are you in here? I was wondering if... WOAH!"

I felt a towel wrapped around me as Carly let out a shriek. "Freddie, get out of here! Sam's not done yet!"

"Oops..." Freddie exclaimed. "Sorry!"

I held the towel as close to my skin as possible, hoping not to have exposed myself to anyone besides Carly. She's the closest girl friend I have and I trust her.

"What. Just. Happened?" I asked, still a little confused at the events. "Did Freddie just..."

"He's in deep trouble."

Freddie's POV

I never meant to barge into the bathroom like that! The door was unlocked so I thought that Carly would be cleaning the toilet or something.

"Freddo!" Spencer called out from downstairs. "Have you found Carly?"

"Yeah! She'll be down soon!" I yelled back.

If anyone besides me, Carly and Sam were to know of what I had walked into just now, I would be in deep trouble.

"Fredducini!" Sam shouted. "How could you do that?"

"I... I'm sorry, okay?" I replied. "I didn't know you were in there! The door was unlocked, so I..."

She yelled even louder. "So you just barged in without knocking?"

"Well, yeah."

Her voice toned down a little as she tried to calm down with Carly's hand on her shoulder. "Freddilina, did you... see anything?"

I thought about it. Open door. Stepped inside. Heard a scream. Apologized. Stepped back out. Face all hot and red. No way, I didn't see anything, right? "NO! I didn't see anything at all! I swear!"

"See what?" Spencer asked as he tried to fix his sculpture. "What's going on?"

"Freddie..." Sam tried to explain as she calmed herself down. "He... he... Ugh! Forget it! But, this doesn't mean that I have forgiven you yet, Benson! If I ever find that you're doing something funny again, you'll regret you ever met me..."

If not for her colorless and lifeless eyes, this scene we were in would have been even more frightening.

I stood up and backed away behind Spencer, holding up a spatula as a defensive weapon as Sam approached with the help of Carly.

"Anyway," Carly said. "Freddie, I need to talk to you."

Oh no, is she going to lecture me on why it is rude to not knock before entering a room? I hope she's not going to be my second mother.

"In private," she emphasized.

I slowly backed away from the menacing beast that just showed her teeth to me. I wouldn't want her sinking them into my flesh. Carly looked at me funny while I approached her and then followed her to the fire escape.

Somehow, I have a feeling that Carly's lecture would be much better than being in the same room as Sam. At least I wouldn't feel a sense of insecurity every time I turn my back against her.

That blonde-headed demon has become a defenseless girl. Yeah, right.

As we sat at the fire escape, the cold air brushed against my face. Rustling leaves swayed along with the wind, leaving trails of yellow leaves that hinted the start of a new season. I looked at Carly, who was playing with her fingers nervously. Whenever she does that, I would know that what she wanted to say was serious chiz.

"Freddie," she started. "There's something I have to tell you."

I looked at her as she avoided my glances. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied. "It's just that, I've been getting some strange feelings whenever I see you taking care of Sam so much."

"Do you feel left out?" I wanted to comfort her, be a good friend and all as her eyes gave me the most awkward feelings. "If you do, maybe we can hang out more often; the three of us. Or we could..."

She interrupted me. "No, Freddie. Not those strange feelings. These strange feelings."

With that, I felt a pair of cherry scented lips against mine. They came strong and clear. She likes me. Freddie Benson has finally succeeded in wooing the girl of his dreams! But, why does it feel so wrong? Is it the wind? The leaves? The atmosphere? The sunset?

No, it's not all those. The breeze that carried those crispy leaves made the atmosphere so romantic that every couple would want to share the sunset here at the fire escape if the place were to be made known. But, no matter how romantic and how right the atmosphere is, there seems to be something lacking. Something wrong. Someone wrong.

Could it be? No... It's just my imagination. Maybe I'm just too tired to be feeling anything. Yeah.

Carly broke away from me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I was just..."

"No, Carly," I placed my finger on her lips as I smiled. "That moment was perfect. I wouldn't want it in any other way."

With that, our short kiss was prolonged to an hour. It would hold a world record if it would feel like I thought it would. But I never really thought that on a moment of impulse, just to prove my feelings wrong, I did something unimaginable. Something that I should have stopped myself from doing.

The feelings weren't right. But I forced myself to date her. I dated Carly Shay and I am guilty.