Drafting
"Are you sure you don't want some rutabagas?" T-Bo asked, handing Sam her smoothie.
"Yes," Sam said, grabbing her smoothie as she cringed at the stick of fleshy yellow vegetables on a stick in T-Bo's hand. "No one's going to buy your gross roots."
"Well Mrs. Benson threw out the enchiladas I was going to try and sell," T-Bo said. "And this is all she had in her fridge! Man, that woman hates me. Do you have any idea what that's like?"
"Um, I'm dating her precious little Freddikins," Sam reminded him. "I'm sure she hates me ten times more than she hates you."
"Hey, yeah, you're right!" T-Bo said, brightening up. "Thanks!"
"Anytime," Sam said. "See you around, Teebs."
Sipping her smoothie, Sam headed back to Bushwell Plaza.
"No drinks in my lobby!" Lewbert shrieked when she entered the apartment building.
"Don't tell me what to do, Warty," Sam snapped.
"Ah! You all irritate me!" Lewbert yelled. "This is why I tell mother I want to quit this dead-end job and re-start my modeling career, but nooo, mother want's a doorman in the family!"
He flung down the tuna sandwich he had been eating and, still screaming, retreated into his office through the door behind the front desk.
Sam shook her head in disgust. She was just about to head up the stairs to Carly's apartment when she noticed that Lewbert's laptop was still at the desk. Well...it couldn't hurt to go through the guy's email and see what sort of weird things flooded his inbox, now could it?
She hurried behind the desk and pulled up his email, but before she got a chance to see what exactly was there, she heard voices coming down.
"Come on, let's go to the Groovy Smoothie," she heard a boys voice saying. She frowned. That wasn't just a boys voice. That was Freddie's voice!
"Do they sell smoothies there?" she heard another, higher, voice ask. A girls voice! And it wasn't Carly's voice, or any other girl's voice she recognized from school...who was he with?
Curiosity getting the best of her, Sam ducked down behind the desk just as Freddie and the mysterious girl entered the lobby. Sam peaked out from around the desk and saw that the girl Freddie was with was tall and blonde and very pretty.
"Um, yeah, Nadine," Freddie said. "They sell smoothies at the Groovy Smoothie."
"Awesome!" the girl, Nadine, answered happily.
Who was this girl, Sam wondered. And what was she doing hanging around her Freddie?
Thoughts of Lewbert's email forgotten, Sam grabbed her bag and hurried after them, making sure she kept them in sight, but kept enough distance so that they wouldn't see her.
They walked into the Groovy Smoothie. Sam peaked through the glass of the door. The two of them were sitting at the table him and Sam usually sat at during their dates, and they were talking...and laughing!
Okay, Sam told herself. That-That could mean anything...They could just be friends...a friend that me and Carly don't know, sure, but maybe she's from the AV club or something...
But then T-Bo placed a large love smoothie on the table with two straws in it and Sam felt her knees buckles.
Friends don't share love smoothies, she thought miserably to herself. Tearing herself away from the door, Sam hurried back to Bushwell Plaza and ran straight up to Carly's apartment.
"Hey, hey!" Spencer said as she burst into the door. "You want to see the new sculpture I'm working on? I'm in the drafting period right now, but soon it's going to be a purple kangaroo!"
"Let's just hope that this kangaroo sculpture doesn't burst into flames, right Sam?" Carly laughed. Then she caught sight of her best friend's face. "Sam? Are you alright?"
"No," Sam mumbled. She grabbed Carly's wrist and pulled her off the couch. "Come here."
She dragged her into the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Carly frowned.
"Freddie's cheating on me," Sam said.
"What? No way," Carly said. "He would never do something like that!"
"I saw him," Sam said.
"What did you see, exactly?" Carly asked.
"He was at the Groovy Smoothie with this blonde chick," Sam said. "Someone named Nadine...Do you know her?"
"Nadine? No," Carly said. "But Sam, I know Freddie, he loves you. He wouldn't cheat on you. Maybe-Maybe this Nadine girl is just a cousin or something."
"I've seen Freddie's cousins in his family album," Sam said. "None of them looked anything like she did."
"Well then maybe she's just a friend," Carly reasoned.
"Carly," Sam said softly. "At the Groovy Smoothie, they-they were sharing a love smoothie."
Carly's eyes widened. "Freddie was sharing a love smoothie with her?"
"What?" Spencer exclaimed, looking up from his kangaroo sculpture. "Who'd Freddie share a love smoothie with?"
"Some chick named Nadine," Sam mumbled. Carly looked at her and saw that she had tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, Sam," Carly said, pulling her friend into a hug. "It's okay."
But that just made Sam loose it.
"No it won't," Sam cried. "My boyfriend's cheating on me, Carly!"
Carly didn't know what to do. She had only seen Sam like this after she had worked at Chile My Bowl. She looked over at Spencer.
"Um, Spencer," Carly said. "Maybe it would be good for me and Sam to have some private time."
"Yeah, sure," Spencer nodded. "I'll just...go to Socko's then."
"I'm going to kill Freddie," Carly mumbled as her brother grabbed his jacket.
"Make sure you save a piece for me!" Spencer said, slamming the apartment door shut.
...
About five hours had passed since Sam had come to Carly about Freddie. Carly had tried everything she could think of to try and make Sam feel better. She showed her all her favorite surgery videos on Splashface, she offered to take her to the mall for a shopping spree at the novelty shop Sam loved so much. She even tried ordering Sam a meat supreme pizza, but that didn't work either.
Finally, Carly talked Sam into lying down for a little bit. She was now laying up in Carly's bed and Carly herself was sitting in the living room, flipping through the channels on the T.V. but not really paying them any attention.
"Hey, Carls," Freddie said suddenly, walking into the apartment. "I finally found a new green screen for iCarly. You want me to go set it up in the-ow!" Carly had flung the remote at Freddie.
"What was that for?" Freddie exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his shoulder where the remote hit him.
"You should know what!" Carly said angrily, jumping up. "How could you, Freddie, I thought you were a better guy than that!"
"What are you talking about?" Freddie frowned.
"Sam saw you with your little bimbo today at the Groovy Smoothie," Carly said, crossing her arms. "Sharing that love smoothie."
"You-You mean Nadine?" Freddie asked.
"Are there more of them?" Carly snapped. "Yes, her! I can't believe you, Freddie Benson! How could you do that to Sam? She loves you, and you go and cheat on her?"
"I didn't cheat on her!" Freddie said loudly. "Does she think that I did?"
"Yes," Carly said firmly. "Do you have any idea how upset she was, Freddie? She turned down a meat supreme pizza! Sam eats those things by the dozen! And, she was crying!"
"She-She was?" Freddie asked softly.
"I told you, she loves you," Carly said. "How do you expect her react?"
"I-I promise you, Carly, I love her too," Freddie said earnestly. "And I wasn't cheating on her. Is she here? I need to talk to her..."
"Yeah, she's here," Carly mumbled. "And...if you weren't cheating of Sam, what were you doing with that girl?"
"Look, I'll explain everything to you after I talk to Sam," Freddie said. "Where is she?"
"She's upstairs in my room," Carly sighed. "I told her to lie down, but I doubt she's sleeping."
"Thanks," Freddie told her.
He headed upstairs to Carly's door and knocked. There was no answer, so he entered anyway. Sam was laying on Carly's bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Sam," Freddie said gently, letting himself into the room. "Baby-"
"What do you want?" Sam snapped. "Shouldn't you be out with that Nadine girl, sharing love smoothies?"
"Sam," Freddie said, sitting down at the end of the bed. "I'm not cheating on you. Not with Nadine or anyone."
"I saw you two," Sam scoffed, sitting up.
"I-I don't think you saw the whole thing," Freddie sighed. "Look, I guess I should've explained this to you earlier."
"Explained what?" Sam asked. "How you clearly aren't happy enough with me, so you have to go out and find-"
"A few weeks ago," Freddie interrupted her. "My mom signed me up for a...sewing class."
"A sewing class?" Sam repeated. "What's that have to do with anything?"
"That girl, Nadine, who you saw today," Freddie told her. "She's in the class too. The teacher gave us this assignment to sew one full outfit by the end of the class in one week, and she put us in partners to do it, and well, I got stuck with Nadine. I didn't tell you about the class because, well, I-I thought you would laugh. I mean, you're already dating a huge nub...Anyway, me and Nadine were working on the finishing touches of our project at the Groovy Smoothie today."
"Well then why did you buy her a love smoothie?" Sam asked.
"I didn't buy it," Freddie said. "Nadine did."
"There were two straws in the cup," Sam frowned. "If she did buy it, you must've been sharing it with her."
"No, I wasn't," Freddie said. "See, Nadine has a boyfriend. This really big guy, who's sort of the jealous type. Every time Nadine and I have been working on the project, he's been there. He was running a little late today, so Nadine just went ahead and ordered one of those love smoothies for them to share when he got there."
Sam was silent.
"Sam," Freddie said, scooting closer to her. "You know I love you. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the sewing class and made you think I was cheating. But...I never would. Ever."
"You really mean that?" Sam whispered.
"I do," Freddie smiled.
"I-I guess it isn't so lame that you're in a sewing class," Sam mumbled.
"Um, yeah it is," Freddie grinned.
"I know," Sam smiled. "It really is."
