AN-Hey, so I've actually been going a bit out of order with requests. I've been trying to do the ones that would be kind of weird to put up after the show ends. AKA the ones where Sam and Freddie aren't together. But this is the last one like that, so I'll be going back to the original order next chapter. Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving!
Oh, and this is a sequel to chapter 192, where Sam lets it slip to Carly that she's still in love with Freddie.
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Carly sat up on her bed and looked over the loveseat in her room where Sam was sleeping.
"Sam?" Carly whispered.
The blonde didn't stir.
Convinced that her best friend was truly fast asleep, Carly threw back her covers, slid on her slippers and tiptoed out of the room. She headed downstairs, where Spencer was sleeping on the couch.
"No, Mr. President, don't put the kitten there," Spencer mumbled, shifting slightly in his sleep.
Carly rolled her eyes as she opened the apartment door and walked across the hall. She knocked on Freddie's door.
"Carly?" Freddie frowned, opening the door. "It's three in the morning, what's up?"
"Your mom's working the graveyard shift tonight at the hospital, right?" Carly said.
"Yeah, or otherwise she would've been sounding out intruder alarm the second you knocked," Freddie said. "I'm just finishing up some packing."
"Okay," Carly said, walking into Freddie's apartment. "Well, I have something very important to tell you."
"What is it?" Freddie questioned.
"I can't tell you."
"Uh-huh," Freddie said, crossing his arms. "So you came over here to tell me you have to tell me something, but you can't tell me?"
"Yes, I promised I wouldn't tell you," Carly said. "But it's something you need to know."
"Carls, can't you just tell me?" Freddie asked. "Or at least tell me who it is that made you promise not to tell me?"
"I can't," Carly sighed.
"Right, well then," Freddie said. "I need to go finish packing up my clothes, since this conversation's going nowhere."
He turned to head back to his room.
"Okay, okay," Carly said. "I-I still can't tell you what this person said-"
"Then why-"
"But," Carly continued. "I can, maybe, give you some hints to help you get there on your own."
"You're really not just going to tell me?" Freddie sighed.
Carly shook her head.
"Alright," Freddie conceded.
"Okay," Carly said. "Well, it shouldn't be too hard for you to figure out who the person is that told me not to tell you. She's one your ex-girlfriends."
"Which one?" Freddie frowned.
"Which one?" Carly repeated. "Freddie, you've had two girlfriends!"
"Three!" Freddie defended.
"For the last time," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "That girl who thought you were online date at the Groovy Smoothie does not count."
"Fine," Freddie mumbled. "So it's either Valerie-"
"Come on, Freddie, use your brain that got you into Cal Tech," Carly said. "Why would I be talking to Valerie? She's a skunkbag."
"-or Sam?" Freddie finished.
"I will neither confirm or deny that," Carly said.
"Then why are you-"
"I will neither CONFIRM or deny that," Carly repeated, putting emphasis on the word 'confirm'.
"So it is Sam?" Freddie asked.
"I will neither-"
"Okay, I get it," Freddie said quickly. "It is Sam. But what did Sam tell you that she wouldn't want me to know? Wait, is she planning some big prank before I leave? Do I need to start checking my underwear for explosives again?"
"No, Freddie, it's nothing like that," Carly said. "I'm sure your underwear is fine. Look, the thing Sam may or may not have told me…it involves your past...activities."
"Our past activities," Freddie frowned. "Look, Carly I'm really not good at piecing these things together."
"Ugh, how did you get into any college with this dense head of yours!" Carly exclaimed, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Past activities! What's the biggest activity in your and Sam's whole relationship?"
"I don't know," Freddie said. "I guess…I guess probably that month we were, you know, dating."
"Thank you," Carly said, relieved.
"Well I'm still confused," Freddie said. "What wouldn't Sam want me to know that involves us dating?"
Carly took a deep breath and sat down. "Freddie, can I ask you a question?"
"Um, I guess," Freddie said.
"When you and Sam broke up," she said. "Did you break up because you truly did not want to date each other anymore?"
Freddie sat down in the armchair across from Carly. "Carly, why are you asking this?"
"Just answer," Carly replied.
Freddie sighed. "I guess…no. That's not why we broke up."
"I know, it's because you thought you were too different for each other, wasn't it?" Carly said.
Freddie frowned. "How'd you know-"
"It might've come up in the conversation Sam and I may or may not have had," Carly said quickly.
"Oh, well, yeah, that was the reason," Freddie said.
The two were silent for a moment.
"You regret it, don't you?" Carly said finally. "Breaking up with her."
Freddie gave a small smile. "Yeah…But you're not going to tell her that, are you?"
"No," Carly laughed. "But, about what Sam told me that I'm not supposed to tell you…I'm still not saying directly, but maybe, if you were to go over to her right now and tell her that you still have feelings for her…she wouldn't not feel the same way."
Freddie wrinkled his browns in thought. "So-So you're saying," Freddie said, coming to a slow understanding. "That-That the thing Sam told you not to tell me was that she still had feelings for me?"
"I'm not saying that," Carly said. "I told you, I-"
"-Can't, yeah, I know," Freddie finished for her.
"But Freddie," Carly said. "You two are my best friends. I wouldn't be giving you these painfully obvious hints that Sam would totally get back together with you if you make a move if I knew if wouldn't definitely work out. Look, I know you two are going to be moving across the country from each other soon, but…does that really matter? You could make it work, I know you could."
Freddie didn't reply.
"Just think how miserable you would be if you moved to California and Sam left for New York, and you didn't give this another try," Carly went on. "Do you really want to start off college like that?"
"No," Freddie said. "No…I-I don't think I could handle that."
"Then you know what you have to do," Carly urged him.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "I do."
He turned and headed out of the apartment and walked right into the Shay's apartment.
Sam was up and in the kitchen, scooping some ice cream into a bowl for her.
"What are you doing here at 3 in the morning?" Sam frowned, looking Freddie.
"This," Freddie replied, walking over to her. He pressed his lips against hers, feeling fireworks erupt once again.
When the couple pulled apart, Sam looked at him. "What was that?"
"Sam, remember that night we broke up in the elevator?"
Sam nodded.
"We said we loved each other," Freddie said. "And I don't know about you, but I never stopped loving you. And well, I know we're going to be apart soon, but does that really mean we have to be apart?"
Sam looked over Freddie's shoulder at Carly, who was watching this scene from the doorway. "You told, didn't you?"
"I did not!" Carly said indignantly. "I happened to offer Freddie a few suggestions, but he came to this conclusion all on his own."
"It's true," Freddie said. Then he took a deep breath. "I love you, Sam."
Sam smiled. "I love you too."
"Yes!" Carly cheered. "Another successful relationship mended thanks to Carly!"
"What's happening?" Spencer said, jumping awake on the couch.
"Oh nothing, Sam and Freddie just got back together thanks to me," Carly grinned.
"But I thought you didn't tell him anything," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, well," Carly laughed. "Fine. My suggestions got them back together.
