Carly was now in her casual apparel, back at the apartment packing with Sam in silence. Carly wasn't going to let Sam bring her down, not if she could help it.
"I mean, it's not like I did anything bad. I just want you guys to be happy." Carly frowned at her friend, hoping for forgiveness. Sam sighed.
"You could have told me you were letting him stay here." Carly shrugged.
"Sorry."
"I think we've got everything you need. Oh, wait!" Sam dug into her dresser, took out a small blue bag, and handed Carly the product she'd thought she'd need most. Carly's eyes widened.
"Why do you have those?" Sam rolled her eyes. She didn't blame Carly for assuming, but at the same time Sam made sure to tell Carly everything about her life at this point.
"Relax. I got them for you, dummy. You don't want to get pregnant after being married for a day, do you? People can think all they want about me, but they're not thinking anything about you. Not when you've done things right." Carly half-smiled, saddened by Sam's logic but happy that she wasn't too angry.
"Thanks." Carly took the package, blushing as she did so, and tucked it away in her suitcase. Sam smiled, feeling accomplished.
"All right, let's haul these babies down!"
"Need help?" Freddie arrived in the doorway of Carly and Sam's bedroom, looking apprehensive. Carly nodded.
"Help is always appreciated." Sam almost felt so familiar standing with the three of them in Carly's apartment that she almost gave a snippy retort.
Help is appreciated. Just not from Freddie. And he would glare and she would be satisfied, just like old times.
Sam held tightly onto Carly's largest piece of luggage. She dared Freddie to question her strength, but he didn't and settled for Carly's carry-on.
Once they brought the luggage down the stairs, Carly beamed at them in a way Sam had never seen before.
"Can you believe I'm not even nervous? Not one bit!" Freddie smiled and nodded.
"Good for you." Sam nodded.
"Yeah, you'll be happy with Mike." Carly smiled in agreement and took her luggage in both hands, slowly exiting her apartment and motioning Sam to follow her. When they were both out of Freddie's earshot, Carly blushed and looked down at the floor.
"If you and Freddie happen to… make up, just don't do so on my bed… or my couch… or my floor…" Sam rolled her eyes, laughing as she did so.
"Yeah, not gonna happen Carls, but even if it did, that's what you'd get for trying to meddle with pots that aren't yours." Carly seemed confused, so Sam huffed and translated.
"In other words, you should've minded your own beeswax." Carly laughed softly.
"Just give me a hug and I'll pretend you're not serious." So Sam hugged her one last time before she went off with her new life.
"Freddie, come out here! Say goodbye to me, won't you?" Freddie rushed to hug her as his final goodbye, not knowing when he'd see her next.
"Have a safe flight home tomorrow, Freddie."
"Yeah, and you have a safe flight to Florida." Carly pulled away and waved one last time before turning down the stairs.
And then there were two.