The story made it to over 100 Reviews and I'm so excited. I feel bad about not rewarding you with a more entertaining chapter so I'm thinking tomorrow I'm going to upload another one. They go together really well as this one sets up the other one.

Anyways I know I said we got a break from Ronan again but he does make a brief appearance here but he's not interacting with anyone we care about so its okay.

Thanks again to all the wonderful reviewers and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

iAm Not Okay

Chapter Fourteen

"Do you guys think Carly's feeling alright?"Gibby asked. Sam, Freddie and Gibby sat around one of the Groovy Smoothie tables. Gibby passed each of them their drinks and Sam immediately started gulping hers down. Freddie took that to mean he was supposed to answer the question.

"She's been tired a lot lately and she's always saying she's not hungry."

"I don't think she's actually sick." Sam added.

"Why not?"

"Because she let me eat the rest of her sandwich the other day and when she's sick she won't share her food with me." She answered logically.

"Of course," Freddie rolled his eyes, it did make sense.

"But you're not wrong because I know she has been eating less; she's been giving me part of her lunch for two weeks." Sam set her smoothie down. "She just seems down lately."

"Maybe we should do something fun this weekend," Freddie suggested. "Get her mind off of whatever is bothering her."

"My granddad's monthly bingo tournament is tomorrow at the rec center," Gibby suggested enthusiastically. "It's a busy day but usually a lot of spaces open up." Sam and Freddie stared at Gibby who still looked thrilled by his idea and unaware of the underlying implications of his previous statement.

"Alright Gib set it up," Sam said suddenly.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, you better hurry," Freddie said nodding in agreement. Gibby hopped up and ran out the door. As soon as it swung shut Freddie and Sam burst into loud laughter. It took a few minutes for them to regain composure and Freddie finally managed to ask Sam if she had any ideas.

"Uh."

"Nothing illegal." He added.

"You're going to have to give me a minute," Sam silently sipped her smoothie and Freddie stared off into space. Suddenly Sam's fist slammed down on the table and Freddie jumped. "Isn't there one of those little traveling fairs in town, it's got rides and games and stuff."

"Oh yeah, it's got a Ferris wheel and everything." Freddie recalled seeing an article in the paper that his mom was reading. She had been rambling about how unsafe and unsanitary the rides were. "Do you want to head back to the apartment and ask her if she wants to go?"

"Nah, she's probably asleep already, we can just show up in the morning and tell her we're going."

"Isn't that a little rude?" he asked. She shrugged. "I'm going to send her text."

"Whatever, I'm getting a refill."

"When are you going to tell her it was you?" A boy asked as he watched the girl crossed the shop with her empty smoothie cup.

"I'll let her have the weekend, pull the plug on Monday." Replied the taller boy next to him.

"Ronan, are you sure she's not just going to kill you on the spot?" Joey asked in all seriousness.

Ronan laughed. "First of all I think I can handle her, second she's not going to do anything because I have the video and I'll just let her know that I don't have to be so considerate next time it goes up on the web."

"Why didn't you just directly blackmail her, don't you feel like you lost some of your leverage?" Joey asked.

"No, just a little payback to start off with not to mention proof for when I do tell her."

Carly was woken the next morning by Sam and Freddie as they marched into her room dressed in jeans, sweatshirts and old sneakers. They were talking loudly and hardly seemed to notice that she herself was still lying across her bed dressed in her clothes from yesterday. She looked up to see her computer had switched to hibernate, quickly remembered what was still open on the screen and slammed it shut.

"What are you still doing in bed kid, we thought you'd have been up hours ago." Sam asked when she finally took in the brunette's untidy appearance.

"It's not even eight am on a Saturday morning why would I have gotten up hours ago?" Carly asked as she sat up and tried to run her fingers through her hair.

"Well you must have fallen asleep by like nine last night because you never texted me back about going to the fair today." Freddie took out his phone to show her the text. She looked around her bed for any sign of her own phone. Unable to locate it she guessed it was still be upstairs in the studio. "You must have been exhausted if you're just now waking up." Freddie pointed out. Sam picked up a hairbrush off Carly's night stand and handed it to her.

"So did you want to go to the fair," Sam asked. "We thought you seemed stressed out and this might be a good way to relax."

What Carly really wanted to do was go back to sleep but seeing as her friends went through all the trouble of waking up early and making plans for her sake she just couldn't turn them down. "Sure, let me go grab my phone though, I think it's upstairs." She crawled out of bed and dashed out of the room. Sam shouted something about going to find some breakfast in her kitchen but she didn't catch most of it. It turned out her phone was in the studio, laying on one of the beanbag chairs. She snatched it up and was horrified to see she's missed so many messages and calls. She started scrolling through them by-passing the one from Freddie and two from Wendy. Brian had texted her four times and she missed two calls from him. She read through the messages:

Hey let's video chat.

So I didn't see you get online, are you out?

I called. Guess you're either ignoring me or you forgot your phone.

You should keep your phone with you I hate when I can't get in touch with you.

The voice mails were basically the same so she just cut them off and dialed Brian back.

"Hey," a voice mumbled.

"Hey, I'm so sorry I missed your messages my phone was upstairs and I just," she couldn't tell him what she'd been doing all night there was no way he'd understand. "I fell asleep super early and I just woke up so I just got all your messages and I swear I will keep track of my phone better and-"

"Carly calm down," Brain interrupted. "It's cool just be sure to pick up your phone next time, I had to go and hang out with some of my dumbass friends just to have something to do."

"Oh I'm sorry," Carly apologized. She didn't really know why. Just because she wasn't available to hang out didn't mean he had to be with people he didn't like. "But I can make it up to you, there's a fair across town and Sam, Freddie and I are going to go if you want to join us."

There was no immediate response and Carly had to check they didn't get disconnected. "Uh, I'm here I'm just not sure I want to be a fourth wheel or anything."

Carly considered this quickly. Sam and Freddie didn't really like Brian that much but she had missed their date this week and she could use this as a sort of make-up one. "They won't mind, just think of this more like a double date, only not because Sam and Freddie would rather swim with sharks then go on a date with each other." She heard Brian laugh and felt a little better.

"If you're sure, I'll just meet you guys there, by the front gate okay."

"Cool, in an hour and a half sound good."

"That's fine, bye." He hung up the phone and Carly sprinted back down to her room to look for something to wear. As she watched the clothes in her closet spin past the comments from the show came flooding back to her. An hour and a half suddenly seemed like not enough time as she changed her clothes three or four times. Each one emphasized an attribute that someone pointed out; her skinny legs, her pale complexion. But she did finally decided on one and by the time Sam and Freddie reappeared in her room she was finishing up her makeup.

"Well don't you look extra pretty today," Sam said, "but don't you think you're a touch overdressed."

"Yeah, Carly the fair is in a big field with a lot a mud and a lot of people dressed for the weather, you don't need to make a good impression on them."

Carly saw their quizzical looks and felt bad she didn't ask them first if it was alright to invite Brian, it was their idea to go in the first place. "So here's the thing, I called Brian," she started cautiously.

"You're not ditching us to go on a date with him are you?" Sam interrupted.

"No, no, no I just felt bad about missing our date so I invited him to come along." She smiled sweetly hoping they wouldn't be too mad at her. They simultaneously replied with an 'oh' and Carly couldn't tell if it was an 'oh okay cool' oh or 'oh, now I'm disappointed' oh. "Is that okay, I know I should have asked you guys first but when I talked to him it turns out he wanted to hang out last night, I missed his call and I felt bad so I told him he could come without really thinking about it."

"It's fine Carls." Sam finally said and it abruptly stopped the brunette's ranting. Freddie cast a sideways glance at Sam as if he was surprised by her response but didn't say anything.

"Really?"

"Definitely, the idea was to give you a good stress free day, so if you want Brian there then it's fine if he comes."

"You're the best Sam," Carly lunged forward to hug Sam. "I told Brain we'd be meeting there soon so we should probably leave now."

"Alright chicas lead the way," Freddie held the door open and the girls walked out, Carly linking her arm with Sam's.

As she walked down the stairs Carly looked around for the fourth member of their usual group, "hey where's Gibby?" She asked.

Sam and Freddie started laughing and she looked between them confused. "He's preparing for the big Bingo tournament later," Freddie managed to say and when she continued to stare at him completely lost about why it was so funny he just added, "had to be there, don't worry about it." Carly stopped as the other two continued down the stairs. She couldn't help but wonder since when did Sam and Freddie have their own inside jokes.

So what did you think? Its not my favorite chapter but the next one I am a fan of so expect it to make an appearance tomorrow.