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A/N: You're all probably going to love me because not only did I upload 1 chapter, I uploaded 2! Within an hour! OMG! Okay, I'm chill.

Chapter 21

Freddie's POV

Carly now knew that I knew about them. Sam had purposely kissed her so she would find out that everyone would be okay with them being together. Honestly? It was about damn time. They had been friends forever, and they were absolutely perfect for each other.

I looked at her where she was sitting in the chair by the window. She was missing Sam, I knew that much. She had told me Sam had been interrogated for a span of two days, and that Sam had "accidentally" hit Carly's head against the wall and dropped her. I had laughed, and Carly had slapped me. "It's not funny," she had snapped.

Where was Sam anyway? She had left around eight hours ago; it was one in the afternoon. Maybe she had finally fallen asleep or got caught up in eating all of the food in the Shay apartment.

My chest still hurt, but I was trying to hide it from Carly. I was succeeding for the most part. Thoughts of Melanie pushed into my head, and Carly had caught me crying more than once. My mom hadn't been around, and Carly had mentioned something about she couldn't get a flight back to Seattle. That, and she was probably detained for being crazy. I wasn't too worried about whether or not my mother was there.

Carly's cell phone rang, but she didn't move. She was asleep. "Carly!" I whispered loudly. Nothing. Seeing the unopened fat cake on the bedside table, I threw it at her, hitting her square in the back of the head. Point one for Benson, I mentally noted. She jumped and answered her cell phone.

"Hello? I'm up in Freddie's…What? Oh my god. Where's Sam? Of course she is. I'll be down as soon as possible." She hung up and looked at me. "Melanie's alive," she said. "She showed up at the apartment a few hours ago. Dad brought her here, and Spencer's been trying to wake up Sam and couldn't get through to my cell phone all morning." She looked at it. "Did it really just ring?"

I nodded. "It's probably had a bad signal all this time." I frowned. "Is she okay?"

"She's in the ER with some injuries, but Spencer said she was walking. He's coming to pick me up so I can wake Sam. He whined that food didn't even faze her."

I watched her leave and sighed. At least Melanie was safe now. I seriously wondered who would kidnap her. Unless they thought she was Sam. I froze at the statement that formed in my head. Maybe Sam had been the intended target.

Fuck.

Carly's POV

Sam was sprawled out on my bed, clean and in fresh clothes. I had told Spencer to wait in the car, which he had done without question. God only knew what Sam would try to pull when I tried waking her up. "Sam," I whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Sam, wake up." She shook her head almost violently. "Sam, come on, Melanie's alive."

"Five more minutes," she mumbled. She hadn't heard me.

I leaned down and kissed her. "I love you, Sam." She pinched my butt, and I slapped her shoulder. "Is now really the time for that?" I muttered as she chuckled. She grabbed my butt and pulled me closer. "Not right now, Sam."

"But Cupcake…"

"No. Now get up. We have to go back to the hospital."

She groaned. "Can't it wait? We haven't had time to…"

"Did you not hear me? Melanie is alive. She's at the hospital."

Her eyes shot open, and she reached for her cell phone. Slipping it in her front pocket, she slid out of bed, pulled shoes on, and dragged me by the hand to the elevator. She kissed me right before the doors opened on the first floor, and we rushed out to Spencer's car. I couldn't help but notice her face when she checked her texts. "Is something wrong?" I asked her.

She shook her head immediately, and I took her hand, forcing her to look at me. "It's nothing. I just…I need to see Melanie."

I nodded and let go of her hand. She grabbed mine, threading her fingers between mine, and squeezed. She leaned in, as if to kiss me, but remembered Spencer could see us if he happened to look in the rearview mirror. "Please tell him," she mouthed.

I shook my head. "Not yet," I whispered. She let go of my hand and stared out the window until we reached the hospital.

I honestly felt bad, guilty even. I wanted nothing more than to be with her, but I was afraid of judgment. Couldn't she understand I wasn't ready to cause any disappointment?

We met up with Dad in the lobby, who was sitting with a pretty beaten Melanie Puckett. She had a concussion, three broken ribs, and a broken wrist. She also had bruises around her wrists and ankles, as if she'd been bound tighter than a pig on a spit. Sam had told me of a pig on a spit, saying something about how delicious it was after being roasted over an open flame…

Dad had signed Melanie's release forms. She didn't have any serious injuries, so we would be able to care for her on our own. Sam hugged her twin, careful not to hurt her anymore than she already was, both of them crying for each other.

The three of us stepped into the elevator silently, and I wished Sam wasn't so upset with me because it was times like this that we could kiss without worrying about being seen, and we could have private moments. Of course, I wasn't planning on having elevator sex anytime soon, and most certainly not in a hospital elevator. Although Sam would be up for that at the apartment…

We reached Freddie's room, and Melanie kissed him harder than anyone had ever kissed anyone. We crossed the room and let them have their privacy, and I knew Sam wished we could do that. I sighed, and she looked at me. "Are you okay, Cupcake?"

I nodded and kissed her, knowing that even though Mel and Freddie knew about us, they were preoccupied and wouldn't see us anyway. "I'll tell Spencer soon, Sam. I promise."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and we turned back to the wounded couple. Sam wanted to ask Melanie if she knew who had done this, but I didn't want her to bother her about it. Not yet. Let them have their moment for now. And then we'd discuss what happened. I kissed Sam again to distract her, my arms around her waist, and she pushed me back a little.

"We're not really in private," she muttered, nodding toward the other two people in the room.

"So? They already know…" She shrugged and pulled me closer. I had her attention now. Her hands were on my butt, holding me as close as she could get me, but I was too busy paying attention to her tongue and lips to care.

Freddie cleared his throat, and I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the kiss. Sam had that irritated look in her eyes and I knew if I didn't do something, she'd go over there and shove something down his throat that would definitely need clearing. I turned to him. "What do you want?" I snapped. Whoa…first time I did that when I was trying to make out with someone.

He held up his hands. "Just making sure you two don't get carried away in here."

"Oh shut up, Fredward. You'd probably like it too much anyway," Sam laughed. Melanie and I both exploded with laughter, which didn't last very long because Melanie was in pain. "Besides, you've got a girl of your own. Leave mine alone."

Freddie smiled, and Mel suddenly frowned. "We need to talk," she said, looking at Sam.

A/N: Okay, so there's a little romance. Carly's really not so innocent. Seriously. This isn't the last chapter, just so you know.

In addition to these two chapters I posted tonight, there will also be a Victorious one-shot added. It will be up in about 15 minutes...maybe. Check it out?

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