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Foreigner
"And see, I added this little scroll down menu here, so our viewers can see the videos sorted by date, not just subject," Freddie said, sitting on the Shay's couch with his laptop out.
"Yeah, that's really great," Carly said distractedly, pouring a large bag of chips into a bowl in the kitchen.
"You didn't hear I word I said, did you?" Freddie frowned.
"Nope," Carly replied.
"Well that was three hours of work wasted," Freddie sighed, getting to his feet and walking into the kitchen. "Oh hey, those are the chips with the ridges! My mom never buys those because she thinks I'll cut my tongue."
"Don't touch them!" Carly said as Freddie reached into the bowl. "I told you, Sam and I are having our last sleepover before I leave for University of Washington and she goes to New York! So paws off our junk food!"
"You know, I'm leaving too," Freddie pointed out. "I'm leaving for Cal Tech. in a month, so I don't see why I'm being excluded from this whole thing."
"Freddie, you know the three of us are going to do a big going away thing together," Carly told him. "But you know how close me and Sam are…it's a girl thing."
"Yeah, I know," Freddie said.
"Hey, hey," Sam said, letting herself into the Shay's apartment, carrying a large pizza box. "I've got the pizza."
"Good, put it on the coffee table and I'll start the movie," Carly said.
"Why's this one still here?" Sam asked, nodding over to Freddie. "You said he wasn't going to be here."
"I was working on iCarly, for your information," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"And there's no Internet access across the hall? Or did you just want to enjoy precious Carly's company?"
"Sam, play nice," Carly told her best friend.
"Whatever, I'll see you guys tomorrow when we film that last episode of Super Bra," Freddie said. "I guess I'll go spend the night hanging out with Gibby. Hopefully he won't try and make me watch that home movie of his birth again…"
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Carly and Sam enjoyed a night of basic girl's night activities. They painted their nails (or rather, Carly painted her nails while Sam drew faces on all her toes), pigged out on junk food, and watched re-runs of old television sitcoms.
"Hey," Carly yawned as Sam piled a spoonful of peanut butter on a piece of chocolate. "Let's play truth or dare before I fall asleep."
"Are you kidding me?" Sam frowned, stuffing her chocolate in her mouth. "What are we, seventh grade girls?"
"It'll be fun," Carly pleaded.
"So would going down to that lady with the mustache's place on the third floor and egging her door, but you won't let that happen."
"Sam, she almost called the cops on you last time," Carly sighed. "Come on, just play with me."
"Fine," Sam moaned.
"Yay," Carly smiled, settling herself down on the couch next to Sam. "Truth or dare?"
"Well, since I'm not getting up from this couch, truth," Sam said.
"Okay," Carly said thoughtfully. "Um…I got it! Out of all the guys you dated in high school, which one do you regret the most?"
"Gee, out of all three of them?" Sam asked, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I only had a few boyfriends too," Carly pointed out.
"Yeah, but you had plenty of dates," Sam reminded her.
"Oh just answer the question," Carly said.
"Fine," Sam sighed. "Probably Jonah…Even though he was junior high, not high school."
"Ick, he was a loser," Carly nodded. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I heard that every college he applied to rejected him, so he started working at some sewage company right after graduation."
"Ha, that does make me feel better," Sam smiled.
"But hey, what about Pete?" Carly asked. "I thought you said you hated his guts after you found out that he broke up with you to date that cheerleader."
"Eh, he was good looking though," Sam shrugged. "I don't know what I was thinking, believing Jonah was even remotely attractive. Besides, at least Pete didn't try and kiss my best friend while we were dating."
"Yeah, I guess Jonah was even worse than Pete," Carly nodded. "And, um, what-what about Freddie?"
"What about him?" Sam frowned.
"Well where does he rank?"
"No, no, no, nice try, Shay," Sam said. "One question. That's how the game goes. I already answered two for you, so it's your turn. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Carly said quickly.
"Where did you hide Spencer's fancy bacon from Peru?"
"In the fridge, underneath all the vegetables," Carly said at once. "Now back to what I asked you before-"
"I choose dare this time, Carly," Sam said, heading over to the fridge.
Carly pouted, but then she grinned. "Okay, I dare you to answer the question I asked you before."
Sam narrowed her eyes. "Are you kidding me, Shay?"
"Sam, come on, this is going to be our last sleepover until Christmas, when you come back from New York," Carly said.
"Fine," Sam moaned. "Fine, but don't you even think of telling anybody else this."
"I'm your best friend, Sam, of course I won't," Carly said.
"He was the best out of all of them," Sam mumbled. "But like I said, there was only three of them, and going up against Jonah and Pete isn't exactly tough. He didn't try to make me girly or talk about himself non-stop. And unlike Pete or Jonah, he actually paid when we went out, and he used to slip little notes into my locker, and he's always tell me I looked nice, and he was so much more attractive than the other two were."
"What was that last one?" Carly asked, raising an eyebrow.
"N-Nothing," Sam said quickly.
"It sounded like he was a pretty great boyfriend to you," Carly said.
"Yeah," Sam said softly. "He was."
"Well then why did you break up with him?"
"Hmm?"
"We never really talked about that," Carly said. "After you told me you broke up with him that night I finally convinced Spencer and Jenna their relationship was weird, you never really brought the whole thing up again. I just don't know why, after you said all of that, you would want to break up with him."
Sam sighed. "I didn't exactly break up with him."
"What?" Carly frowned.
"I didn't break up with him…completely," Sam said. "It was more mutual."
"Oh," Carly said, surprised.
"We were talking in the elevator," Sam explained. "And we just sort of decided that maybe we were too different for each other. So we decided to break up."
Carly saw Sam's glance drop to the floor. Carly knew that this was probably hard for Sam to talk about. After all, in the field of feelings, Sam was practically a foreigner.
"But Freddie always said that it was you who broke up with him," Carly pointed out.
"I know," Sam shrugged. "I guess he decided to just go along with my story."
"Wow," Carly whispered. She looked at her best friend. "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you still love him?"
Sam looked back up, and then, after a moment, slowly nodded. "Yeah," she said softly.
"Well then why don't you tell him that?" Carly asked.
"Because," Sam said sharply. "It wouldn't make a difference."
"It might-"
"No, it wouldn't," Sam said firmly. "Carly, he's leaving for California next month, and I'm going to New York."
"Long distance relationships could work."
"Carly, that's not even the problem," Sam said. "The problem was I wasn't normal enough for him, okay? I probably never will be. So it's best for everyone if we just leave this whole thing alone. I can go off to that dance academy in New York and Freddie can go to Cal Tech, and-and find some normal girl." At that last part, Sam turned her head away from Carly, but Carly knew that Sam eyes were threatening to betray her with tears.
"But what if Freddie's still in love with you too?" Carly asked.
"He's not," Sam said. "Come on, Carly, can we just drop this?"
Carly opened her mouth to argue, but she closed it at the last moment. "Okay."
"Good," Sam said. "And remember, you promised to never tell anyone about this."
Carly glanced over at her front door, trying not to think that the one person who so desperately needed to be told about this was just a short trip across the hall…
"Carly?" Sam said.
"Yeah, I remember," Carly sighed. "I promise."
