AN-Hey, so this chapter is a sequel to chapter 243, where Carly finds out that Sam had slept over at Freddie's for the first time.
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Bringing
"I wish they wouldn't put so many commercials on during Girly Cow," Sam mumbled as she flipped through the television channels. "Or at least not put so many shampoo commercials on. No one's that happy when they're taking a shower!"
"Maybe the shampoo smells really good," Carly suggested. "And anyway, I'd have thought you'd be in a better mood!"
"Why?" Sam frowned.
"Because of last night!" Carly exclaimed. "You and Freddie-"
"Carly, for the love of ham, will you chill out?" Sam groaned. "And keep it down, will you? Spencer's in his room and I do not want him to find out about this ever. You have any idea how awkward that will be?"
"Yeah, that would be pretty bad," Carly agreed, cringing. "But he's taking a shower now, and he has a brand new bar of fancy soap, so he'll be in there for awhile. Now come on Puckett, spill. We didn't get a chance to talk about this earlier."
"I thought you didn't want to know about it," Sam reminded her. "I thought you said that it would be weird since it was with Freddie."
"Well don't tell me every detail," Carly said. "But how did it happen? Did you and Freddie plan it?"
"Sam and Freddie planned what?" Spencer asked, coming into the room wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe.
"Um, nothing," Sam said quickly.
"I thought you were taking a shower," Carly said, looking at her brother. "And will you stop using my robe!"
"This isn't your robe!" Spencer retorted. "I happened to go down to Baths R Us and buy myself one since someone's selfish!"
"My mom's banned from there," Sam commented, yawning. "Hey, I'm pretty tired. Is it cool if I spend the night here?"
"Sure," Carly nodded. "You gonna go get all your things from Fred-ow! Oh, um, never mind."
"You guys okay?" Spencer frowned. "You've been acting sort of weird all day."
"Yeah," Sam nodded, still glaring at Carly. "We're just really excited about tonight's America Sings…I'll be back in a little bit."
"Where's she going?" Spencer asked, sitting down next to Carly.
"Probably to bring her toothbrush and pajamas," Carly said. "Which are located at her house. Not anywhere here in Bushwell Plaza, that's for sure."
"I can drive her," Spencer said. "It looks like it may rain. Let me just go grab some pants and I'll-"
"Sam has an umbrella," Carly said quickly.
"You sure?" Spencer asked, getting to his feet and heading into the kitchen. "Because I don't mind-ow!" As he had been walking into the kitchen, he tripped and fell, nearly hitting his head on the counter.
"You alright there?" Carly asked.
"Yeah," Spencer said, massaging his shoulder. "I just tripped over Sam's shoes…Hey, wait a minute. She didn't leave to walk home without her shoes, did she?"
"Um, well, you know Sam," Carly offered lamely. "Hey, why don't you go get dressed? I hear it's bad to sit around in bath robes all day."
"Wait, why does Sam even need to go home to get her stuff?" Spencer asked. "Doesn't she have everything over here from last night? She slept over, right? That's why she was here so early?"
"Um, yeah," Carly nodded. "But, um, she has a different color toothbrush for every day of the week, and tonight's purple night, so she had to run back and get that."
"Since when does she have-"
"I don't know, okay?" Carly exclaimed.
"Okay, jeesh!" Spencer frowned. "Seriously, what's up with you?"
"Sorry," Carly sighed.
"Well, I'm gonna go check the mail," Spencer said as he headed to the front door.
"In your bathrobe?" Carly frowned.
"Hey! I paid fifty bucks for this robe, I'll wear it wherever I want!" Spencer retorted.
"Alright," Carly chuckled as Spencer opened the door.
"Hey, Sam. You're back from your house already?" Spencer said.
"Huh?" Carly said, jumping up and joining her brother by the door, where she saw Sam coming out of the Benson's apartment with a pile of her clothes and her toothbrush.
"Um…yeah?" Sam said awkwardly.
"How'd you get back here so fast?" Spencer asked. "You live at least ten minutes from here."
"Well, you'd better get down to the lobby to check you mail," Carly said quickly, trying to push Spencer away.
"Wait a minute," Spencer said. "You were coming out of Freddie's apartment…"
"Well, I just wanted to stop by and see if his mom bought any non-organic food," Sam said. "But she didn't, so…"
"So you managed to get to and from your house and stop by Freddie's place in a matter of…four minutes?" Spencer said.
"She's a fast runner," Carly said. "In fact, Sam was just talking to me, um, about trying out for the track team, and un-"
"Sam," Freddie suddenly said, joining them. "You forgot your shampoo bottle in my-Oh! Spencer…didn't expect you to be here."
"Shampoo bottle?" Spencer frowned. "Why would Sam need a shampoo bottle at your place? That doesn't make any-No!"
Spencer's eyes widened as everything began to click in his head. "You two-But you don't-You-"
"Well, we're gonna go now," Sam said quickly as her and Carly turned to head back into the Shay's apartment.
"Yeah, I'll come with you," Freddie said.
"You stay!" Spencer said loudly.
"Um, okay," Freddie said weakly.
Sam cast her boyfriend a sympathetic look as her and Carly disappeared into the apartment.
"I don't-You-I can't even think where to begin with you right now!" Spencer said.
"Look, Spencer-" Freddie began.
"Don't 'Look, Spencer' me!" Spencer snapped. "I thought you knew better! I thought you were a gentleman!"
"Spencer, Sam and I have been dating for awhile now," Freddie said. "Don't you think you're overacting just a little bit?"
"No!" Spencer said.
"Come on," Freddie said. "Please don't do this. I love Sam. All we did was-"
"Don't!" Spencer said firmly. Then he sighed. "Okay, Freddie. I get it. I know that couples all eventually…do things. And as much as I try to pretend that you and Sam aren't like other couples…I guess deep down I did know that one day you two would…do that. But I was just hoping to never ever find out about it."
"Believe me, we were planning on keeping it that way too," Freddie mumbled.
"Just…don't think that this means that you don't have to treat Sam right anymore," Spencer said.
"Spence," Freddie chuckled. "You know I would never hurt Sam."
"Yeah, I know," Spencer nodded. "And from now on, will you try harder to make sure I never find out about your…couple activities again?"
"Don't worry," Freddie assured him.
"Good," Spencer said. "Well…this has been sufficiently awkward. I'm just gonna go down stairs and bring up my mail."
"In your bathrobe?" Freddie frowned.
"Stop trying to change me!"
