AN: Hey, everyone! This is chapter two of iPet. First, we're going to check in with Sam and Freddie, and then we'll see what Carly and Cat are up to. This chapter was originally two chapters, but I thought it was too short. So I put chapter two and three together. :) I really hope you all enjoy it. The next chapter should be up sometime next week. x

Chapter Quote: "You're infectious. My feelings for you are making me physically sick. And the thing that's most sick is that I can't have you."

Later that evening, Sam had just settled with Freddie, and they were in their sweats, sat in bed, eating chocolate-covered strawberries. She thought back to when the two had got back together. It must've been just after the barbeque last summer.

Freddie was getting ready to leave and Sam had pulled him to the side, her nerves eating her up inside. She had no idea what she was going to say - something along the lines of 'I know you kissed Carly before she left for Italy, but I still love you.'

The words didn't come easy to her, though. She looked at his face and felt even more nervous to the point that she felt as if she was going to throw up. She took a step back.

"Sam?" Freddie had asked, noting her now light-green face. "Are you-"

She didn't give him the chance to finish before smashing her lips to his. It wasn't a rough kiss - it was soft yet passionate. They still liked each other, and that was what they were telling each other through the kiss. When they pulled apart, Sam slapped her hands over her mouth and ran for the bathroom.

Thankfully, she wasn't sick, but she didn't know why she was feeling so sick to her stomach about liking a boy, about liking the nub. "You're infectious," she had told him when he asked again if she was okay while the two stood in the bathroom near the sink. "My feelings for you are trying to make me physically sick." She backed away, her back resting against the sink. She felt the cold through her shirt, and shivers crawled up her spine. "And the thing that's most sick is that I can't have you."

"What?"

"You kissed Carly," she said, her voice breaking. "You can't switch between two girls whenever you'd like."

Freddie frowned. "You think I'm really like that?" he snapped, suddenly angry that she'd think that of him. "I only like one girl, and that's you! I've only ever loved you!"

That confession made her stomach sink. She felt guilty. Her nerves were now a distant memory. "Then why'd you let me go if you really loved me?" she had asked. "Why'd you kiss Carly before she left for Italy?"

He blinked.

"Yeah," she said. "I saw, you nub! And it was a proper kiss, like, five seconds! You didn't even push her away! You couldn't have loved me that much if you'd kiss her."

"She kissed me!" he had defended quickly, putting his hands up as if surrendering. "I swear!"

"Whatever."

"Sam, don't walk away from me!" He felt his voice cracking completely. He had to clear his throat and pause before finishing. "Don't walk away from me, ever. Especially like you did in that elevator three years ago. I don't think I'd ever be able to manage that again."

Sam turned back around, lost for words.

Freddie grabbed her wrist to stop her from second-thinking and turning away from him again, and he was the one who silenced her with a kiss this time. It was short. "Sam," he had said, his heart beating horrendously fast that Sam could actually hear his heartbeat. "I'm sorry. It was a goodbye kiss, between Carly and I. And then once it was over, it wasn't the only thing that was over; my feelings for her were non-exist. It was a stupid, crazy, intoxicating crush that I got over a long time, way before I dated you. I know it'll take me a lot to earn back your trust, but please, let me at least try."

Sam snapped out of her thoughts, knowing exactly what happened next. She forgave him, and they agreed to keep their relationship a secret, not wanting anyone else to intrude. It was hard to believe that happened nine months ago, and yet she remembered it if it was yesterday.

"Okay, seriously," Sam said with a bright smile, taking a bite from the strawberry she was currently eating. She hadn't been this happy in a while. "These are the nicest strawberries I have ever had."

Freddie laughed. "Yep, me too."

"I'm glad we got to have this weekend," Sam sighed happily, leaning back against the pillows. "We hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever and-" She was interrupted by her phone ringing. "Ugh, way to ruin the mood, Carly."

"Answer it," Freddie insisted, though he still rolled his eyes. "It could be important."

"But-I-Fine," Sam conceded, answering her phone. "Hey, Carls. What's up?"

"Okay, is this a joke or something?" Carly asked immediately, ignoring Sam. "Cat is barking like a dog!"

"Yeah, um, I thought that might happen." Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Freddie put an arm around his girlfriend and pressed his lips to her neck, teasing her. "Well, you see, you can't really stop her from barking. She'll get tired of it eventually...probably...hopefully."

"And why did you give me the list of instructions for a dog?"

Sam shrugged, pushing Freddie away from her playfully. "They're not for looking after a dog; they're for looking after Cat."

"Really?" Carly questioned, mockingly laughing. "Because last time I checked, you don't need to play fetch with a teenage girl."

"Don't judge her, Carls," Sam said, trying her hardest not to laugh. She put a finger to Freddie's lips to silence him. "Anyway, I've got to go."

"Oh, but did you get your mum out of jail?" Carly asked, her voice softening. She didn't sound as stressed anymore.

"Uh, no," Sam said quickly. "The plane got in late."

"Ah, okay," Carly sighed. "Well, I guess I better go. Cat is probably breaking something right now."

"Probably," Sam agreed. "And hey, thanks for pet sitting her. See you soon."

"By-" Carly was interrupted by Sam hanging up the phone. She turned back to her boyfriend.

"Okay, where were we?" she smirked. "And stop teasing me."

"Fine," Freddie frowned. "You're perfectly teaseable, though."

"That's not even a word," Sam pointed out.

"Well, it should be."

"Shut up, nub," she told him, before pulling him into a long kiss.

….

"No, Cat!" Carly groaned, rubbing her temples. She'd been trying to get Cat out of the apartment for two hours now. "Seriously! I need to take you on a walk or Sam will literally kill me."

The redhead ignored Carly and carried on being chased around the apartment. She wasn't giving up that easy; she hated walks, absolutely hated them.

"Do you want Sam to kill me?" Carly asked, chasing after the human-dog. "Cat! Just come here!"

After managing to trap Cat in the lounge room, Carly clipped the lead to Cat's collar which the brunette swore wasn't there before. She just shrugged it off and pulled Cat out of the apartment, being careful not to end up strangling her. She walked her through the apartment building, ignoring all the odd looks she was getting from the neighbours. Suddenly, the tables had turned - Cat was the one now dragging Carly along.

Carly, instantly regretting her choice to wear heels, was practically being dragged across the ground. She had to move her hand a few times to get a tight grip on the lead. "Slow down!" she squeaked. Though, Cat ignored her.

"Cat!" Carly sighed. "Please, slow down! You're hurting me!" That was true. Somehow, Carly had a strand of her hair caught between her hand and the lead. The pulling was close to being the cause of her hair being ripped out of her head.

Cat came to a sudden stop, surprising Carly. She breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to switch hands, tucking the loose strand of hair to behind her ear. "Alright, you can stop walking again now," Carly said, patting Cat's head. "Good Cat."

The redhead then began to bark. Loudly.

"Please, Cat," Carly said. "You're giving me a headache! And hey, could you go back to being a human now? I think the fun is all over now."

Cat continued to bark, clearly ignoring Carly.

"I'm calling Sam again," Carly hissed, getting her phone from her pocket. She let out another sigh. "Great, I left my phone back at the apartment." She looked down at the teenager who was still finding it funny to act like an animal. "Cat, just get to your feet and-" She stopped herself from saying anymore. She was tired of arguing when there was no reply other than barking. "Alright, fine, you've got your own way. Be a dog - see if I care."

"Let's play fetch," Carly suggested as they arrived at the park which was luckily only a few yards from the apartment complex. She looked around and realised a bunch of cute shirtless guys were watching the two of them. Knowing she couldn't leave Cat, she waved to them flirtatiously, though they scoffed and turned back around, leaving her slightly irritated.

Nobody did that to Carly Shay.

Since Sam wasn't with her, she knew she had to do something herself. If her blonde friend was there, the guys would've already been on the ground in pain and they'd be apologising profusely while Sam carried on kicking them in places that should never be kicked.

"Hey, Cat," Carly called, beckoning the human-dog over to her. "I need you to do something for me." She pointed to the group of boys very subtly. "Over there, one of the boys has a shiny golden ball in their pocket, and if you can find it, you can have it."

Cat's face lit up, and before Carly could say anything else, the redhead was already sprinting over to the boys. She started barking and attacked a brunette to the ground. Carly stood back and watched from a distance, laughing hysterically as Cat pulled another guy down to the gravel. Yes, the guys would probably end up with cuts and bruises, but that would serve them right for turning down Carly and not wearing a shirt.

"Alright, fine!" one of the boys squeaked after a minute or two. "You win, brunette!"

Carly smirked and quickly grabbed Cat. "Thanks," she said. "That's all you had to say."

Cat begin to bark again, reminding Carly of her presence. "Come on, Cat," she smiled, walking towards the playpark area.

"A cat called dog?" the boy asked, causing Carly to turn on her heel. "Pretty-"

"-Ironic?" she finished. "Yeah, I know."

"Do you want to, um, maybe go out for dinner sometime, brunette?" he muttered.

Carly raised her eyebrows but nodded. It had been a long time since she'd been asked out on a date. She didn't have the best luck with boys in Italy. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to. And hey, my name's Carly by the way."

"Matt," Matt said, shaking the hand she had stretched out for him.

"Sorry about that attack," she apologised. "You see, my friend, Sam, taught me to always fight fire with fire and-"

"Oh," he interrupted, nodding his head. "You're Sam's friend."

She furrowed her eyebrows together. "You know Sam?"

"Kinda," he said. "We live in the same apartment complex. I have a little bro called Dice and he hangs out with Sam occasionally - I thought your little dog friend was familiar."

Carly chuckled. "Yeah, she's very memorable."

"Alright, well, I have to go," he stated, pointing over his shoulder to his friends who took a step away from Carly when she looked at them. "We'll have dinner someday, brunette."

"'Kay," she nodded. "I'll get Sam to give you my number another time. I left my phone behind since someone," she glared over at Cat, who was busy chasing a butterfly across the park, "dragged me out of the house. She apparently loves walks now, even though I swear she hated them only five minutes ago - I have no idea why."

He cracked a smile. "See you around, brunette. I'm looking forward to dinner."

"See you," she echoed before chasing after Cat, yelling at her to leave the poor butterfly alone. She picked up a stick and threw it across the field. "Fetch, Cat!"

Cat instantly ran after the stick, skilfully catching it in her mouth. Carly cringed. "Cat, put the stick down! You don't know where's that been-Oh, what the hell." She sighed. She had gave up a while ago to be honest. She just had to survive the next few days, and then she'd be fine.
After playing a game of fetch with Cat while swinging on the swing sets in the playground, Carly decided it was time to head back. She couldn't be bothered running a bath for Cat when she got in so she told the human-dog that she'd bath her tomorrow morning instead. The apartment was quiet, though a faint buzzing filled the air suddenly.

Carly picked her phone up from the coffee table, hearing the front door slam once Cat had come through it. Sam was calling her. "Oh, hey, bestie," she greeted.

"What's-"

"There you are!" Sam yelled through the phone, making Carly jump. "You worried me! I thought something had happened."

"Um, like what?"

Sam sighed. "I don't know, maybe a fire or something."

Carly couldn't help but smile at how responsible Sam was now. She wasn't used to it. "Aww, you were worried about us," she cooed.

"Yeah, well, you would be too if I didn't answer the phone for forty minutes," Sam pointed out.

Carly's smile faded as she checked her missed calls. Twenty missed calls. "Oh, God," she muttered. "I'm so, so sorry, Sam. I left my phone at the apartment and-"

"Hey, don't sweat it," Sam said, her voice now calm. "It was an accident."

Carly opened her mouth to reply but could hear the sound of giggles on the other side of the phone. "Sam?" she asked. "What's that noise?"

The giggling stopped as her best friend replied. "Nothing, nothing," she said. "I'm currently at the mall, that's all."

"At eight o'clock at night?" Carly laughed, raising her eyebrows. That was when her suspicions started - her best friend wouldn't lie to her, would she? "I can barely get you to go there during the day."

"Yeah, well, I needed to get something," Sam stated. "But hey, I'm on my way back to the hotel now. I couldn't bail my mum out tonight - it was too late apparently, and too much money. So Melanie's sending me over some more money, meaning I'm trapped here for another day."

The brunette sighed, placing a hand on her temple. "Well, alright then. But promise me that as soon as you get your mum out, you're on the next flight to LA."

There was silence the other end of the phone.

"Sam?" she whispered.

Sam cleared her throat. "Yeah, sorry, what?"

"Never mind," Carly mumbled. "See you soon, then. Good night."

"Night, cupcake," Sam smiled before hanging up the call.

Carly stood for a moment, simply listening to the dial tone. She then let out another loud sigh and hung up the phone, shaking her head. She headed into the bedroom and realised Cat was already asleep at the end of Sam's bed. Not caring about the redhead's presence, Carly climbed into the bed, without bothering to change or take a shower since she was absolutely exhausted, and it wasn't long before she was asleep.

AN: So, what did you think? Was it good? Was it bad? How will I know if you don't review, lol? This chapter was a lot of fun to write. I mean, come on. Carly managed to grab a date even while walking a human-dog. What is she doing right that I'm doing wrong? Haha, I'm only kidding. But seriously? What did you think of how Sam and Freddie got back together? That was personally very emotional for me - I'll admit, I cried a little while writing that. But yeah, I hope you enjoyed it. :) x