AN-This is a sequel to chapter 173, where Sam accidently lets it slip to Carly that she still thinks Freddie is hot, and then tries to cover it up.
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Scenario
"Morning, Puckett," Carly said as Sam dragged her feet downstairs. "Coffee?"
"Um, sure," Sam yawned.
"You want some cream? Sugar?" Carly asked. "I have natural and artificial."
"Okay, what's going on here?" Sam frowned, taking a mug of coffee from Carly. "You're being too chipper…even for you."
"Oh you know, some days I just wake up feeling extra chipper," Carly said. "Muffin?"
"Okay…" Sam said, accepting a blueberry muffin. "If you say so." She took a bit of the pastry. "Hey, so you think if I explain to the guy at the crab place the whole lobster situation, he'd let me back in there? Because I've had this craving for-"
"We need to talk about last night," Carly said.
"Ah-ha!" Sam said. "See, I new you had an ulterior motive behind this breakfast scheme of yours!"
"Come on, Sam, it's me," Carly said. "If you still have feelings for Freddie and are attracted to him, I'm the last person who would-"
"I told you, I don't have any feelings for Freddie!" Sam said firmly.
"Sam, you called him hot!"
"So what?" Sam exclaimed. "I told you that was just because I didn't want to have the reputation of a girl who dates unattractive guys! And anyway, you call every other guy in those magazines you read hot and you're not dating any of them, are you?"
"Oh if I could, I would be," Carly said. "But that's not the point; this is completely different!"
"I'm out of here, Carls," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I don't need this badgering at ten in the morning."
Carly quickly ran and stepped in front of the door so Sam couldn't leave.
"Sam, don't do this whole pushing everyone out thing," Carly said. "You're attracted to Freddie still; you admitted it last night. And it wasn't just to maintain your reputation or any of that chiz you've been saying. It's because you genuinely still have feelings for him."
Sam scoffed. "That's ridiculous."
"You know I'm right," Carly said, crossing her arms.
"You're crazy."
"Alright, Sam, just listen to this little scenario and answer me truthfully," Carly said. "If Freddie were to walk over here right now and tell you that he isn't over you and that he wants to give your relationship another try, what would you say?"
"I'd punch him in the face and take his wallet," Sam replied.
"You're lying," Carly said simply.
Sam stared at Carly, and Carly stared right back at her.
"Fine!" Sam finally conceded, throwing her hands up in defeat. "You really want to know what I'd say? I'd say yes, okay? You happy?"
"I am," Carly nodded. She pulled Sam into a hug. "And I'm sorry I was a little…edgy there."
"Yeah, well, good to know I'm finally rubbing off on you," Sam mumbled.
"So," Carly said softly as the girls pulled apart. "Um…how long have you wanted to get back together with Freddie?"
"Honestly…about ten minutes after we broke up," Sam sighed.
"Wow," Carly said gently.
Sam gave a small smile. "Yeah, well, it's not like that really matters. I think it's safe to say there's no chance of Freddie wanting me back."
"You don't know-"
"Come on, Carls, we're right back to where we were years ago," Sam said. "Hating each other. Well…at least he is."
"But maybe-"
"Look, I get that as my best friend, it's your duty to say these things and give me hope and all," Sam said. "But I'm a big girl, Shay. I can handle the truth." She gave Carly a small smile. "Anyway, I think I'm gonna head back home now. My mom bought herself a new waxing machine yesterday, and I guess I should go make sure she hasn't burned down our house with it or something."
She turned and opened the door, only to reveal Freddie himself standing there with a fancy headset and microphone that he had been pressing against the door before Sam had swung it open.
Sam slowly turned to Carly. "I-You-You knew he was standing out here, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Carly nodded. "I did. I told him to listen at the door about five minutes before you woke up."
"And-And you heard all that?" Sam asked, turning back to Freddie.
"Um, yes," Freddie said.
Sam shook her head. "I can't believe this…move out of the way, Fredward-"
"Wait, Sam!" Freddie said, grabbing Sam's wrist as she tried to storm past him.
"What?" Sam snapped. "You heard everything. So go ahead; say it. Say how the first time was a mistake, and you'd never date me for a second time if your life depended on it. Say how I was such a bad girlfriend that only a completely desperate loser would consider having me as his girlfriend. Say that-"
"Why would I say any of that," Freddie cut her off. "When I know it's not true."
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Okay."
"I'm not kidding, Sam," Freddie said, stepping closer to her. "Dating you…it was anything but a mistake. It was fun and spontaneous and amazing. And I know I really don't have that many others to compare to, but you were by far the best girlfriend I've dated."
Sam glared at him. If he was just saying this…
"You-You said to Carly that if I asked you to try our relationship again, you'd say yes," Freddie continued. "So…is that still true? Do you want to try again?"
Sam looked from Carly, who was watching the scene anxiously, back to Freddie, whose chocolate brown eyes were making her weaker with each passing second.
"You mean everything you said to me?" she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Freddie didn't respond. Instead he stepped even closer than he already was to her and answered her question by pressing his lips to hers.
"So," Freddie said when they pulled apart. "Is it a yes?"
Sam smiled at him. "I didn't push you away, did I?"
"Yes!" Carly exclaimed happily.
Sam and Freddie turned to look at her.
"Sorry," Carly said. "It was just that this was just like watching a live romantic comedy happen before my eyes…I got a little too excited."
