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Carly yawned as she walked downstairs, still wearing her pajamas. She headed into the kitchen, but stopped as she spotted Sam sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
"Hey, morning," Sam said, looking up from her breakfast.
"Um, morning," Carly frowned. "Since when are you up at-" she looked down at her pearphone. "Nine forty-three."
"Oh well, you know, thought I'd get a jump on the day," Sam shrugged.
Carly raised an eyebrow. "You want to get a jump on the day?"
"I have…things to eat," Sam said lamely.
Carly shook her head, too tired to process her best friend's odd behavior. She walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. As she was pouring her drink, though, she looked over at Sam and noticed something strange.
"Hey, didn't you wear that outfit yesterday?" Carly asked.
"Um…no," Sam said lamely. She may be a world-class liar, but Carly was the one person Sam had trouble lying to.
"Yeah, you did," Carly said. "Oh, Sam. Did you try taking a ride in your washing machine again? Is that why you have to wear dirty clothes?"
"No!" Sam said.
"Wait a minute," Carly said, still examining Sam's apparel. "Those aren't your sweatpants…you were wearing jeans yesterday. Those look like Freddie's sweatpants."
"Huh? Do they?" Sam said.
"They are Freddie's sweatpants!" Carly gasped. "Now it all makes sense! You're wearing your same clothes because you didn't go home because you slept over at-"
"Yes, yes okay!" Sam hissed. "I crashed at Freddie's place. But his mom only has vegie flakes for cereal, so I had to come over here."
"Oh my God!" Carly said, sitting down across from Sam. "This is huge!"
"Not really," Sam said. "I sleep over here all the time, you know."
"You're not dating me!" Carly said. "So tell me everything. When you say you slept there, did you just sleep, or was there…other things."
Sam showed a small smile. "Maybe…"
"No way!" Carly squealed. "Was-Was this the first time you guys-"
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"So how was it?" Carly grinned. "I changed my mind about wanting you to tell me everything. I think you and Freddie are adorable and all, but I don't think I'd ever be able to get those…images out of my head if I heard all that."
"It was…fun," Sam smiled.
"Do you feel different? Do feel all happy and giddy now?" Carly asked.
"Carls, please, let's not make this a chick flick," Sam scoffed.
"Hey, guess what?" Spencer exclaimed, running out from his bedroom. "I just found some of my old tokens for Funk E. Festers! I'm gonna go see if they'll let me use these instead of those new game cards. Hey, what's Sam doing here so early? I thought she had a No-Waking-Before-Noon policy?"
"Um, why don't you go work on your jelly sculpture?" Carly said quickly.
"Okay," Spencer shrugged, heading back into his room.
Once Spencer had disappeared, Carly turned back to Sam, about to ask her something else, when the front door of the apartment opened and Freddie came in.
"Sam, you left your-Oh, Carly…You're up," Freddie said, stopping in his tracks.
"Yup," Carly grinned at him.
"She knows," Sam told her boyfriend.
"She knows?" Freddie repeated, his eyes widening. "Sam!"
"Hey, you try keeping something like that from her!" Sam defended. "She can sniff this kind of stuff out from a mile away."
"It's true," Carly said proudly.
"Yeah, well," Freddie mumbled, his cheeks reddening.
"Oh come on, you don't have to be embarrassed," Carly told him. "You and Sam have been dating for awhile. And we all know when a guy and a girl get those feelings-"
"Carly! This isn't health class!" Sam said.
"Alright, alright," Carly laughed. "I'm gonna go change. After that we can go grab some smoothies, sound like a plan?"
"As long as I'm not paying for my own drink, sure," Sam nodded.
"Have you ever paid?" Carly asked, rolling her eyes.
"No, and I plan to keep it that way," Sam said.
