Ink

"Sam, no," Carly sighed in frustration. "The carpals are not in your neck, they're in your wrist! And you labeled this guy's femur as his nose!"

"This is pointless, okay?" Sam exclaimed, throwing her pen down. "It's not like I'm going to become a doctor!"

"Well, yeah, but it's still important," Carly said. "For you know, when you…want to perform surgery on yourself."

"I'm going to get some pudding," Sam said, walking to the fridge.

"Here's your problem," Carly said, looking through Sam's notebook. "You don't take any notes! What do you do during Ms. Schnider's lectures?"

"Well yesterday I drew all the characters from Girly Cow wearing bunny ears."

"I see," Carly laughed, turning to the page Sam described. "Hey, what's this down here?"

"Don't go through that!" Sam said, running over to Carly.

Even through Sam was faster and stronger than Carly and managed to get her notebook back from her in a matter of seconds, Carly was still able to see what Sam had scrawled down in her notebook.

"You wrote Freddie's name like twenty times," she said, grinning, as Sam stuffed her notebook back into her backpack.

"Shut up," Sam said, turning red.

"Surrounded by hearts-"

"Okay! Just don't say anything to him," Sam said loudly.

"Oh come on," Carly said. "It's cute, and Freddie knows you love him, you two are dating."

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell him that," Sam said. "That's for soft, weak girls…like you."

"Well guess what?" Carly said, slightly offended at Sam's last comment. "You wrote that down in ink."

"So?"

"So, no matter how hard you try to claim you've never indicated any love for Freddie," Carly smiled. "The proof is going to be right there in your notebook."

"What if I rip up the page?" Sam said.

"Are you?" Carly asked knowingly.

Sam looked at the ground. "No."

"Don't worry," Carly said. "I won't say anything, but trust me, I don't have to. Like I said, Freddie already knows."