Chapter 25: Something Wrong

SAM'S POV:

The mall.

One of my least favorite places in the world. I'd rather be at home, snuggled up with Freddie.

Yeah. I said it.

"Carls, I don't wanna be here," I groan and complain.

Trust me. You do NOT want to take me dress shopping. I'm a miserable girl when it comes to that stuff. But. Carly insisted. And as always, I had to oblige.

Why?

Freddie made me do it. Freddie.

I feel my mouth turn into a sheepish grin.

Sounds weird, right? The boy, making me smile like a goofball. Yeah, I thought so too.

"Sam, we need to look super damn gorgeous. And. As your best friend, it is my job to make sure we do."

She had a point. I mean, what was the point in going to your Senior Prom, if you weren't dressed appropriately, and… gorgeously sexy. Yeah. I said it. Are you shocked? You should be. Cause I am.

"Alright, just…" I start to say, as she pulls me into the third shop so far. "…no bows, frills or anything girlishly sickening."

"I got it," says the brunette, waving her hand at me.

Well, it's about time. I was starting to grow pretty tired of hearing me repeat myself to her. Over and over and over again. Trust me. It get's annoying.

"Carly…"

"Shush!"

Shush? Really…?

This girl was obsessed with Prom. Literally.

As Carly flicked through a whole rail's worth of dresses, I sat down on one of the chairs.

"Hey Carls. How long do I have to endure this tortu- I mean… this fun and excitement?"

Carly, oblivious to my sarcasm, just laughed and took out a whole range of dresses for both of us to try on.

"Oh, Sam," she giggled. "As soon as we find a dress you like, then we can go get you a sandwich."

Sandwich? My ears perked up at that thought. Well… I couldn't say that Carly didn't know me. A sandwich sounded really good right about now.

"Gimme those," I say, and quickly snatch about four dresses from her.

"Yay!"

Cue the face palm. From me.

Tell me, how can one girl be so damn excited about something so small?

I walk into the change room, close the door and proceed to try on my selection. None of them felt right and none of them looked right on me. It wasn't just me that thought so, though. I walked out with one of the dresses on, and immediately Carly burst out laughing.

Fortunately, oh, I mean unfortunately the juice she was drinking, sprayed everywhere. I don't know. It looked funny to me.

Soon, we both were in stitches, because of this one dress I was wearing. Really, it looked horrible. On me, anyway.

Eventually, I took that dress off and put my normal clothes back on. If only Prom's dress code was sweat pants and a comfortable tank top. Yep, that'd be just peachy.

"Okay. So, how many have you tried on so far?" Carly questioned, wiping her mouth and shirt.

"Five."

"…and you haven't found one you like yet?"

"Nope. Carly, this is hopele-"

"No, it's not hopeless, Sam. We are gonna find you something, even if it takes the whole day! Come on, let's go."

Another store.

What was this? The fiftieth one we've been into so far?

Again, I took a seat and watched Carly pick out some other devices of torture for me to try on.

I stood up and…

…that's when it all went wrong.

A sharp pain ripped through my stomach, and I cried out, suddenly gripping myself. Like I was holding on. For dear life.

My best friend lost her smile when she saw me collapse to the ground.

"Sam! Sam, what's wrong? H-help! Someone call nine one one!"

I could hear nothing but panic in her voice.

"C-carly," I say, out of breath. "Call… call… Freddie."

Then everything was a blur. Everyone around me was in a frenzy. I heard voices, I vaguely saw faces, worried faces. Dizzy, and then… black out. Totally blacked out.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.