AN-This oneshot takes place after iStill Psycho!

Care

"You spending the night here?" Carly yawned as her and Sam climbed up to her room.

"Well I think all of my pajamas are around here, so I might as well," Sam shrugged as the girls entered Carly's room.

"Cool," Carly nodded, tossing down her bag. "Man, I can't believe we finally escaped from that psycho family! I was getting pretty scared there. I never thought I would be that happy to see Mrs. Benson in my life!"

"Yeah, she was a real hero," Sam mumbled, grabbing some pillows so she could make herself a bed on the love seat.

"And, at least things are good between her and T-Bo now," Carly said. She sat down on her bed. "Hey, you know what? I'm actually sort of hungry…I haven't had anything to eat since that weird Norwegian food. You up for some late-night Chinese?"

"Um, no, I'm good," Sam said, settling down onto her self-made bed.

"Did you just refuse food?" Carly frowned, walking over to her best friend. "That I'm paying for? What's wrong?"

"Why do you think something's wrong just because I don't want food right now?" Sam asked, somewhat defensively.

"Because you're Sam Puckett!" Carly said. "Now talk, what's bugging you?"

"Just go order your Chinese food," Sam mumbled.

"No, not until you tell me what's going on," Carly said, sitting down next to Sam.

Sam sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Carly nodded.

"Okay…ever since I broke up with Freddie…do you think I've been any, you know, nicer to him?"

"What do you mean?" Carly frowned.

"Have I been any nicer to him?" Sam repeated. "You know, less aggressive?"

"Well…I haven't really noticed," Carly said. "I mean…I guess maybe you've stopped hitting him for no good reason…and you don't verbally harass him at every chance you get. Wait a minute…you have been nicer to him. Why?"

"Just drop it, okay," Sam said. "You gave me the answer, now let's just be done."

"What? No! Sam, you can't ask me something like that and then just drop the subject!" Carly exclaimed. "Now will you tell me why you've been being nicer to Freddie? I mean, it sort of seems like-Oh. S-Sam? You-You don't, you know, have feelings for Freddie again, do you?"

Sam didn't reply.

"Oh my God! You do!"

"Could you not scream it for the whole world to hear?" Sam hissed.

"So it's true then?" Carly asked.

"Well…lately its been harder for me to, you know, not miss going out with him," Sam admitted.

"How-How long have you felt like this?" Carly asked gently.

"I dunno," Sam said heavily. "Right after the break-up, I guess I thought that those feelings would just sort of go away. But they didn't…not really."

"So you've felt like this ever since you broke up with Freddie?" Carly said.

Sam nodded. "But before it was easier to hide. But lately…lately I just want to…you know."

"Kiss him? Just like you used to?" Carly finished knowingly.

"Yeah, that," Sam sighed.

"Okay, well, Sam, don't take this the wrong way," Carly said. "But-But if you've felt like this ever since you broke up with Freddie…why did you break up with him?"

Sam looked down at her lap. "Don't hate me, okay, but…about that…I sort of lied to you."

"What?"

"I didn't break up with Freddie," Sam sighed. "It was mutual."

"Mutual?" Carly repeated.

"Yes! I never crushed his nerdy little heart like I told you," Sam said. "He-He wanted to break up too."

"Freddie never said anything about that though," Carly pointed out.

"Yeah, I know, I made him promise that the real break-up story would stay between us only," Sam explained.

"Well-Well if it was completely mutual, maybe Freddie's feeling the same way as you right now!" Carly said. "Sam, you need to tell him how you feel and-"

Sam scoffed. "Carly, come on. You heard what Freddie said today…he obviously doesn't feel the same way."

"What'd he say?" Carly asked. "Sure, I guess he was kind of upset when we didn't save him from Nora's little kissing attack, but that was just as much my fault as yours, so-"

"No, when we were about to short out his tracker chip in his head with that shock pen," Sam said. "Remember? I was about to do it, but then he said no. That he wanted you to do it because you-you care about him."

"Well…he-he didn't mean-"

"Carly, face it, I blew my chance with Freddie," Sam said softly, resting her chin on her knees. "He's over me…"

"Oh, Sam," Carly said, hugging the blonde. "I know this is hard for you, but-"

"I just thought that maybe he actually meant what he said that night," Sam whispered. "When we broke up…"

"What'd he say?" Carly asked.

"He said he loved me," Sam replied.

Carly blinked. "Whoa. What did you say back?"

"I told him I loved him too…" Sam said. "But-But if Freddie doesn't even think that I care about him…If he doesn't think that I really meant it when I said I loved him, then he probably didn't mean it either when he said to me."

"Sam, that's not true," Carly said. "Freddie was just-he was just on edge because we had been trapped in Nora's house. He didn't mean it when he said that."

"You're my best friend, Carly, I know you're supposed to be saying all that," Sam said, showing a small, quivering smile. "But…don't worry about it, okay? I'll be okay." But as she said those words, Sam broke down, and tears began falling from her eyes. Carly hugged her best friend tighter.