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Sam P.O.V.

"So let me get this straight," Alice speaks slowly. She, Carly and I are in Carly's room and my best friend has just dropped quite a dime on us. Al's resting herself in Carly's computer chair, her sock feet placed comfortably on a beanbag cushion. I pace around slightly agitated, as Carly lays spread out on her bed. "You kissed Carl, just to avoid talking to Freddie about a kiss you two shared?" Carly moans in agreement. "And now you hate Pru because she is dating Freddie, and you are constantly arguing with Freddie because secretly you love him?" Carly nods her head.

"How do we exactly know its 'love' huh?" I desperately point out using air quotes. "Maybe it's your wacko hormones going haywire again." Carly pulls a pillow over her head. "I mean just last week you were crying because the Trix Rabbit never got any cereal."

"That is something to cry about though," Alice defends. "I mean he's the one that invented the product and brought it to the kids. And what do those ungrateful brats say: Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!" she mocks in an annoyed voice. "No 'thank you for creating such a tasty treat' or-"

"Al," I cut the girl off. "You're kinda missing the point here." She blushes in embarrassment.

"Sorry it's just that that commercial is really unfair and truly shows how mankind is so materialistic that he can't share with a rabbit! And then-"

"Al!" I cut her off again.

"Sorry!" Man could she go off. I turn back to Carly.

"It's just probably your hormones okay." I reason. "I mean come on: you in love with Fredward Benson?" I let her think. "Honestly Carls, it's laughable."

"I don't know about that Sam." Al counters. "I mean Freddie is pretty cute- in a retro James Dean kind of way. And he's seriously smart which is nice if you think about it. Beauty and brains: he's completely the perfect package."

"James Dean?" I repeat. "No way in a pig's twisty tail is Freddie like James Dean." I shiver at the thought. "That's just wrong!"

"Not to Carly apparently." Al indicates by nodding in Carly's direction. "Now Carly, it is quite obvious that these feelings didn't just happen overnight, what happened?"

"What are you doing?" I ask irritated. "It's her hormones Al; she isn't really in love with Freddie."

"How do you know Sam?" She challenges. "Now Carly, talk. When did this all begin?" From Carly's body language, I see that she takes a deep breath. Removing the pillow from her face, she pushes herself up and closes her eyes.

"The summer." My eyes blow out of my head.

"The summer!" I exclaim. "That's almost a year ago!"

"Yeah." she says slowly.

"When? How? Why?" I sputter rambling. Carly opens her eyes cautiously and faces me.

"I guess it was when he went away to the camp-"

"Camp FulloWeird." I finish her sentence.

"Camp TechoWonderful." She corrects.

"Potato, potato Shay: like it's any better." I snap. "What does it have to do with liking him?"

"So then you agree-"

"Shut it Al." I give her death eyes and she clams up. "Answer my question Carly."

"I guess it wasn't until he was gone for the camp that I realized he meant a lot to me. He was gone for a month." She reminds timidly. "Then when he came back . . ." she starts to hesitate. "I guess it sounds cliché, but - he looked different, seemed different." Carly spits out hurriedly.

"'He looked different'? 'Seemed different'?" Really? That's what she's saying? That's her reckoning? "He looked the same! If anything he was dorkier!"

"Not to me." She retorts.

"It's Fredward 'Freddie' Benson, remember?" I try to knock some sense into her hormonal head. "The guy that would look through his keyhole each day, to see when you got home and wears antibacterial underpants."

"Used to wear antibacterial pants." She says defensively. I roll my eyes at what I was hearing.

"Wait." Al holds up her hands. "Does this mean that you and he actually planned . . . "She trails off and Carly's eyes turn into watermelons.

"No!" She vigorously shakes her head. "Absolutely not!" Her voice is quick and speedy. "I just got carried away at the wrong time and he was . . . helping . . . at the . . . wrong time?" She breathes uneasily and looks confused. "Basically it wasn't planned." She says finally decisive.

"Okay." My head is spinning and I so need to be alone. "I'm going to Chili My Bowl." I storm out of the room.

Was she serious? In love with Benson? I'm never having kids.

Alice P.O.V.

"Carly don't cry." I call out to my friend.

"Oh what's the use of holding them in?" She whines. "If I don't cry now, I'll just cry later!" She falls backward onto her bed and covers her face with the pillow again. "My life is terrible!"

"Carly," I call out to her, before uneasily rising out of her computer chair and waddling over to the bed. "Don't say things like that! Your life isn't all bad."

"Well for one I'm eight months pregnant, fifteen, in love with a guy who is dating a Betty Crocker want a be, and my body looks like a hippopotamus!" She wails.

"Those are only the bad things." I press emotionally. "A few good things are that you are creating a life, you have a loving family and great friends-"

"Great friends!" She throws the pillow off her face. "Sam just fled the room because I told her I had been crushing on Freddie for a year! Just crushing!" She defends in a high voice. "And Freddie is off doing who knows what with his new girlfriend." She mocks the words 'new girlfriend'. "Yeah, great friends Al."

"That's just Sam being Sam and you know it." I remind her. "Look at it from her shoes: Not only are you putting another Benson in the world, but you're also admitting you have feelings for one. It's too much for her." I try to make her understand. "And even though this is something you don't exactly want to hear, the only reason Freddie isn't here is because you are pushing him away."

"I'm not pushing him away!" Carly defends jumping up from her laying down position.

"Carly you kissed Carl to avoid talking to him. And for the past month all you have done is argue with him and hang out with Carl. Which is another thing: you are leading Carl on." I look at my friend earnestly. "From the way you talk and how he is around you, I'm going to guess that you haven't exactly made your stand on the relationship- or lack thereof- between you and Freddie's brother clear- between you and Freddie's brother." Carly collapses back onto the bed and groans. "It's a simple fix!"

"I really doubt that." She expresses flatly.

"Well let's just say it's easier said than done."

Carl P.O.V.

"Hey Carl." Carly greets me as I open my apartment door.

"Is everything okay?" I ask her. Her eyes are red and her face slightly gaunt.

"Yeah- I was watching the Trix Rabbit before I came here." She smiles weakly and I beam back.

"Well that commercial does show how materialistic mankind can be and his mistreatment of wildlife."

"Right?" She agrees. "I mean who really sticks a rabbit in a canon?" We start to chortle.

"Come on in, I was about to watch a movie." I step out of the door way and gesture her in.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" I wave off her suspicion.

"Not at all. Mom and Marissa left to have their Women's Night Out, so I'm pretty much home alone."

"Like Macaulay Culkin?" Carly jokes.

"You could say that." I laugh, before doing his signature screaming pose. Carly laughs more, her face erasing its gaunt appearance. "Come sit on the couch Shay. Your feet must be killing you." She waddles toward the couch and eases down. "Let me help you." I rush over to her, and help lower her to the cushions on the blue sofa.

"Thanks." She appreciates after being settled.

"No problem." I say going to close the door. "Anything for you." I turn back to her and give a flirtatious grin.

"Ha-ha. Right." Carly awkwardly agrees before altering her hands into guns and shooting them at me, making click noises with her teeth.

"Want some Fig Nooters? Or is that craving over?" I ask generously.

"Nope, that craving is still going." She admits happily. "Bring on the Nooters!" I run to the kitchen and search for the Nooters.

"What movie are you going to watch?" Carly calls from the living room.

"'His Dream Kiss'." I shout back, finding the Nooters. "It's like the sequel to 'The First Kiss'. The story of a boy's dream kiss with the girl of his . . . dreams." I start to laugh as I make my way back to Carly. "Now that I think about it, you kind of remind me of his dream girl." I hand Carly the Fig Nooters, and plop into the seat next to her.

"Do we look alike?"

"Somewhat." I answer. "She's about your height, has your brown eyes and dark long hair. Not to mention your attitude and quirky sense of humor." I look at her. "Yup, you're his dream girl." I gaze into her eyes and get lost. It's been so long since I've looked at them this way.

My mom says you can tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes. A person holds so much in those small ovals, it's shocking and amazing. For example, by looking into Carly's I can tell that she's honest, friendly, dependable, full of love and a great person. Yeah, those sparkly browns tell all that need to be known. Slowly I lean in and kiss her lips. They feel the same like they did that day in January, when she kissed me. Soft, sweet and perfect. She breaks away.

"Uh-oh."