AN-This is a sequel to ch447, where Sam talked to Carly about wanting to go further in her relationship with Freddie.

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Fender

"Ha! Finished!" Carly said happily, looking up from her laptop over at her brother, who was busy going through a toolbox at the kitchen table. "My European History paper is done. I think it's my best work ever. I even threw in a little joke about Louis the Sixteenth's hairstyle."

"There had to be way more than sixteen Louis's in Europe's history," Spencer frowned.

"What are you doing?" Carly asked. "You haven't opened a toolbox in…ever."

"I have to fix my car!" Spencer explained.

"No!" Carly said at once, jumping up. "No way! I'm telling you right now, mister, you are not doing any work on your own car. That thing is my ride to school and I don't need it going up in flames! Just take it to a mechanic."

"But this is such an easy project," Spencer defended. "See, last night some jerk crashed into my car while I was parked outside the gym-"

"You mean the donut shop," Carly corrected.

"-While I was parked outside of Amazing Glaze," Spencer continued. "He dented my fender! So I looked up some do-it-yourself repairs for that and I found a great solution! See, all you do is take some scrap metal and-"

"Do you think I understand car lingo?" Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Look, I still think you should call a mechanic and just-"

"No way," Spencer said firmly. "I can fix this myself without having to spend a whole bunch of money and sit around in one of those boring waiting rooms."

He grabbed his toolbox and set off towards the door. "I'll have this done within an hour, just you see, Carly! Oh, hi Sam."
He had opened the door just as the blonde was about to open it herself from outside the hallway.

"Um, since when do you use a toolbox?" Sam asked.

"Since now!" Spencer snapped.

"Looks like I'll be walking to school from now on," Carly sighed as Spencer ran out.

"He's gonna fix your car?" Sam laughed. "Someone should just call the fire department now."

"Speaking of which, if you do call the fire department for Spencer, you have to use the fake name Otis Wekklebom," Carly said. "They-They're sort of mad at Spencer again for, well, you know."

"Right," Sam nodded, flopping down on the couch. "So what are you up to?"

"Just finished that European History paper," Carly said.

"We have a paper in that class?" Sam frowned. "And the class is called European History? I thought it was U.S. history!"

"Sam, we've been learning about French monarchs for the past two weeks," Carly said.

"Yeah, like you don't know perfectly well I've been asleep during those lectures since the year started," Sam scoffed. "Hey, wanna go grab some smoothies? Fredwad's mom just got home so I can't hang out there anymore."

"Yeah, sure," Carly agreed. "Hey…um, Sam? You remember what you talked to me about the other night? You know, the situation with you and Freddie and you wanting to, um, take that next step?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, Carly…"

"Well I was just wondering," Carly said. "If-If you had made any progress since you talked to me."

"I thought you said you didn't want the details on that," Sam grinned.

"Well not all of them!" Carly said. "But did you guys…did-did you-"

"His mom wasn't home last night," Sam said, lowering her voice a bit. "So-So I started to talk to him but then he started to talk to me about the same thing. He was ready, just like me, but he didn't know I was ready."

"Oh, well that worked out great then, didn't it?" Carly said.

"Yeah, I guess it did," Sam nodded.

"Um, so-so since you guys were both ready," Carly said, blushing slightly. "Does that mean…did-did you two…did you guys-"

"Uh-huh," Sam said, giving an embarrassed smile. "We-We did."

"Oh my God! This is huge!" Carly gasped. "This is one of the biggest steps you guys will ever take in your relationship!"

"I know, I know," Sam said.

"Well how was it?" Carly asked. "I mean…was it just like you see in the movies?"
Sam chuckled. "No. Not at all."

"It was better?"

"No, it was…it was a little confusing, at first," Sam admitted slowly. "Freddie and I didn't-didn't exactly know what to do. Well, we knew what to do, but just-just not how to do it. We kind of had to figure things out. It wasn't all sexy and intense like they show in the movies."

"Oh," Carly said, a little surprised. "Well, I-I'm sure that next time, now that you're both a bit more…experienced, it will go a lot smoother."

"I know," Sam said. "But it's not like I regret it or anything or it wasn't nice. I mean…ugh, this sounds so cliché…but during the whole thing, we-we just felt really close to each other, and that-that was the best part."
Sam's face was now bright red.

"After we, um, finished," Sam continued. "We just laid on his bed for hours…he had his arms around me and he told me how much he loved me and-it was amazing."

"Good," Carly smiled. "I'm glad. You two will figure out all the, er, technicalities as you guys go, but…you guys have the important part figured out. You're both in love, and that's what matters for you two."

"Thanks," Sam said. "Anyway…let's go get those smoothies. I'm hungry and I want to try those new fries that T-Bo has that-"

Just then the front door opened and Spencer walked in, his body covered in ashes.

"I'm gonna take my car to the mechanic," he said weakly.

"Good idea," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "If only someone had suggested it sooner."