Woo-hoo! Chapter 50! Halfway there, baby! And the lucky word for chapter 50 is...(drum roll please)...HATS! Oh wait, you already knew that...Um...anyway, on with the Seddie!
Carly and Sam were talking by their lockers. As Sam was showing off her new hat to Carly, they noticed their pal Freddie walking by with a pink fedora perched on his head. They ran over to him, giggling at his hat.
"Nice hat, Ryan Evans." Sam commented. Freddie glared at her.
"I didn't need that." he said, holding the hair under his hat as if he was making sure no one saw it.
"It's kind of silly, Freddie." Carly said, still giggling.
"I know why he wore that hat." Sam said, "Carls?" Carly nodded and the two girls started singing:
"What's that? A hat! Crazy, funky, junky hat! Overslept, hair unsightly. Tryin' to look like Kiera Knightley. We've been there, we've done that. We see right through your funky hat."
The girls then started laughing. Freddie blushed and sarcastically laughed. He started to walk away but Sam had stolen his hat. His hair was indeed "unsightly"-it was sticking every which way and looked like he hadn't washed in days.
"Hey, give me that!" he shouted at her, reaching for it. Sam merely laughed as she held the hat out of reach.
"I knew it!" she said.
"Sam!" he yelled.
"Come on, Sam, give it back." Carly said. Sam gave a last final laugh and tossed the hat to him. He put it on hastily.
"So, tryin' to look like Kiera Knightley?" she asked, and he growled.
"You're one to talk, Miss Michael Jackson Hat." he said, reaching for Sam's own hat (which did bear a great resemblance to Michael Jackson's) but she moved out of the way of his fingers. He stumbled slightly, then put his hand down dejectedly.
"Hey! MJ is awesome!" Sam said, "Besides, my hair is not unsightly like yours."
"So you have pretty hair, whatever!" Freddie yelled. Then he quickly put his hand over his mouth. Carly's eyes widened and Sam gasped.
"Say what?" Carly said, and Freddie's face flushed.
"You have pretty hair…" he replied to Sam, "What's the prob? A lot of guys like your hair!"
"Name one." Sam said.
"Um…" he said.
"You?" Carly said. Freddie sighed.
"Yeah, me." he said, "Whatever, okay? Let's just drop it." He started to walk off, his face a deep pink. Carly and Sam stared at each other.
"He said you have pretty hair…" Carly murmured.
"Yeah, that's what the nub said…" Sam said. The two shrugged and followed Freddie. Sam started fixing her hair, as if she wanted it to be perfect. Now that she knew a certain guy was staring, she found it important to do so.
