Some very surprising news in this one. Is a new couple ahead? Hmmmm?

Carly and Sam were both relaxing on the beds, talking. Finally, they heard someone come in the door. Freddie. "Sam? Carly?" He called. Carly raised her eyebrows at Sam. Sam rolled her eyes. She and Carly had had a 'Talk' about her and Freddie. Apparently he had been flirting with her too, but Sam didn't believe her. She they had agreed that anytime Carly sensed something, she would raise her eyebrows in Sam's direction.
"In here Dorkface." Sam called. Seconds later, Freddie came strolling through the door.
"What's wrong with my face?" He asked.
"Everything."
"She's back on the meat." Carly said, clearing up Freddie's confused face.
"Right."
"Yeah, Mamma does love her meat!"
"So, how was your time with Tom?"
"It was terrible." Freddie confessed, laying down on the other bed.
"Awww, did Wittle Fweddie not have a good time?"
"Nope. All he talked about was Football, His 'abs', and how hot his girlfriend is. I think I prefer hanging out with you two."
"Then why don't we all go out? We haven't been out in a while, just the three of us!"
"Do we have to? Can't we just stay here?" Sam asked, yawning.
"No, we're going to 'The Food Palace', and that's final."
"I have no money!" Sam defended, still trying to get out of it.
"Freddie will pay for you!" Carly said.
"I will?"
"Yes you will! Now, Onward Ho!" Carly said whilst getting up and walking out of the door. Sam and Freddie soon followed, in some sort of argument.
Oh, Seddie.

As soon as they walked into the restaurant, they were seated by a young woman, who only looked about 17. She had blond hair and was wearing a short dress with an apron tied around her waist, covering the bottom half of her dress. She left, then five minutes later, coming back to take their order. "Hello, may I take your order?" She asked, looking round the group but giving a longing glance to Freddie. He noticed, but tried to ignore it.
"I'd like the pasta special." Carly said. "And a Peppy Cola please"
"I want the ribs and barbecue sauce. Oh, and a Peppy Cola." Sam demanded. Freddie gave a glare. "Please." She added, smiling fake-ly. Freddie smiled fake-ly back.
"And what would you like sir?" The waiter asked Freddie, interrupting His and Sam's little war.
"Er, just a Peppy Cola and the macaroni cheese please."
The waiter giggled. "That rhymed!"
"Yeah, I guess it did." Freddie said, kind of creeped out
"You're funny!" The waiter giggled, pushing Freddie's shoulder slightly.
Sam slouched in her seat, folding her arms.
Carly was watching the whole situation, feeling sorry for Sam and Freddie.
Freddie wanted rid of the waiter. Once Sam noticed the expression on his face, she was more than happy to help. "Excuse me woman, but he has a girlfriend."
"No he doesn't. You're just jealous you can't have him all to yourself!" The woman said, smirking.
"Yes, I am jealous. Cos that's my boyfriend you're flirting with. Why wouldn't I be jealous?" Sam said.
"You two aren't dating!"
"Er, yeah we are!" Freddie defended Sam.
"Prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Ki-"
"Oh, no. I've seen it in movies before. We are not kissing. Now go away, and get my ribs." Sam commanded.
"I'm going, I'm going! Chill!" The waiter said before scurrying off towards the kitchen. Freddie turned to Sam awkwardly.
"Thanks for that."
"None needed. After such a long time of being happy, Sam needs to let out some energy."
"Right." Freddie confirmed, before it all went silent. Until a 'beep' was heard. Sam recognised it instantly, and checked her messages.
Jealous much? ;) xx
Carly.
Sam looked over at Sam and gave a fake smile before turning back to her phone.
Yep. And before you squeal, keep it down. xx
She sent it. And Carly squealed anyway.
Freddie looked over at her, giving Carly a questioning look. "I just got a text... From Gibby! Saying that he liked my...er...hair!" Carly said.
"Gibby?"
"Yeah, and I thought that was really nice of him! Yay Gibby..."
"You've been texting Gibby?"
"Maybe.."
"Show me the text!"
"Ok then..." Carly said, playing with her phone for a bit. "There you go!"
Sam and Freddie leaned over to see Carly's phone.
Thanks:D And I think your hair is really pretty xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sam and Freddie looked at the phone, astonished. According to the top of the screen, it was defiantly from Gibby. They looked up at Carly, she was smiling widely. "And what did you say back?" asked a still-in-shock Sam. Carly pressed 'next'
Awww thanks! I like your dancing! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"How many kisses?" Asked Freddie.
"He sent me 15!" Carly exclaimed.
"When did this start?"
"A few days ago..."
"When Chris broke up with you?"
"Maybe.."
"What else ha-"
"I think I'm in love..." Carly cut off, staring dreamily into the distance. Sam and Freddie shared a glance and then smiled.
"That's so sweet! You and Gibby!" Freddie said.
"Yeah. At least I'll admit it." Carly said, breaking out of her trance then smirking at Freddie. He scowled then looked away.

"Who's a pwetty kitty?" Carly cooed. She was still trying to bond with the kitten, as it still hated her. Carly tried to train it to like her as she held out some bacon towards it. Samedi warily took the bacon out of Carly's hand and then walked backwards. It went into a sitting position and then slowly tore the bacon apart. Once Samedi had finished, she came back to Carly for more. Ok, so this was an improvement. Problem? She didn't have any more. Carly started to stroke the kitten. It didn't bite her! This was defiantly progress!