Chapter 8

Over the years, Freddie and Carly had their share of fights (as all friends do) but she'd never been this mad about anything before. He must have said some pretty awful stuff to her.

He cowered in the backseat of the car, behind Sam who sat in the driver's seat. Carly wore her sunglasses, not that there was much sun but because she had huge dark circles under her eyes. He tried to apologize, but she snapped at him and so he just kept his mouth shut. He decided to try again later, after she got more sleep.

If not for the music playing the car would be deathly silent. Freddie leaned against the side window and closed his eyes. The steady hum of the car on the highway lulled him to sleep.

At first he thought he was dreaming but then he realized he'd woken up in the middle of a conversation Sam and Carly were having. He kept his eyes closed pretending to be asleep and listened.

"You owe me fifty bucks, " Sam announced.

"For what?" Carly exclaimed.

"Remember junior year, when I bet you that you'd fuck Freddie someday and you said 'oh I could never do that, he's my best friend'", Sam explained mocking Carly's high school voice. "You fucked him, so pay up, sister."

"First of all, that wasn't a bet – bet," Carly said to Sam. "And second, you sucked his dick. I believe you said and I quote "I'd rather be celebate for the rest of my life than let Freddie's dick near any of my orafices."

Both the girls started laughing.

"We were such nubs in high school," Sam commented.

"Speak for yourself," Carly replied. "I was never a nub."

There was more laughing before Sam asked quietly, "Seriously though, how was it? Good? Bad? Weird?"

"Well, I thought it was going to be weird and it was, at first. But then it was nice," Carly answered.

"Nice?" Sam snorted. "Come on, Carly. Nice what you tell your grandpa when gets you one of those fugly sweaters for Christmas."

"Sam…," Carly stalled.

"No way. You always tell me everything. No secrets now," Sam shifted in her seat. "Gimme the deets!"

"Well tell me what it was like to suck his dick," Carly countered avoiding the question.

"And then you'll tell me about doing it with Fred-die," Sam sang.

"Fine."

"Ok, so I told Freddie to strip and he did..,"

"Wait a minute, you actually said "Strip," Carly interrupted.

"Naw, it was more like 'take your fucking pants off, bitch,'" Sam replied.

"OMG, you called Freddie a bitch," Carly laughed.

LIAR! That did not happen. Freddie fought hard not to interrupt with his own comments.

"Well he is," Sam laughed. "I always figured he had a mangina…"

"A mangina," Carly laughed.

Magina? What the fuck! Freddie glowered. Stupid Puckett.

"The little soldier was already at attention, so I finished my beer and started sucking,"

Little soldier! He wasn't that little. Freddie reminded himself that this is why you shouldn't eavesdrop on other people's conversations.

"Then he started moaning and shit, you know typical stuff. Grabbing my hair and all that. Then," Sam sighed loudly, "he didn't give me the courtesy warning."

"NO!" Carly gasped in shock.

"It shot out so fast I thought I was gonna fucking choke," Sam continued.

"Ewwwww," Carly squealed. "What did you do?"

"What do you think I did? I pulled it out of my mouth and let him cum on himself. Then I spit in his boxers."

"That's so foul," Carly sympathized.

"But then I made out with him," Sam said triumphantly.

"So after he came in your mouth, he let you kiss him?"

"Yeah, and he was actually kinda into it," Sam told Carly.

"That's interesting…," Carly said slowly. "So how would you rate him?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that," Sam said, "and I think he's gonna be a triangle."

A triangle? Freddie thought to himself. What the fuck kind of rating system were they using?

"Your turn," Sam shifted in her seat again. "Don't worry – he's totally passed out."

"Oh shit!" Carly exclaimed.

Freddie felt the car swerve as a horn blasted almost right next to him. Then there was a gust of wind as Sam rolled down her window.

"ASSHOLE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Yeah, asshole!" Carly seconded though not as loud.

"Sam, you're gonna miss the exit!"

"I'm trying to get over…,"

There was another jolt as Sam slammed on the brakes. Freddie opened his eyes and sat up quickly..

"I can't believe that guy," Carly said to Sam.

"Did you see his license plate?" Sam replied. "It said 2HOT4U."

"Look who's awake," Carly said as she looked over her shoulder into the backseat.

"What did I miss?" Freddie tried to act casual.

"Just some asshole in a Porshe," Sam answered as her lead foot sank the gas pedal to the floor. They cruised through the yellow-red light at the top of the exit ramp.

Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of the apartment building.

"See you guys later," Sam called as she toggled the trunk release lever. Carly got out first, folding her seat forward so Freddie could squeeze out of the backseat. While he was taking his bags out of the trunk, he saw his mom waiting in the lobby.

"Carly," Freddie turned to his friend who was busily getting her own belongings out of the trunk. "Can we talk later?"

"I'm going out with Sam," she replied not even looking at him.

He wanted to say more, but his mom cut in between them. "Freddie!" she exclaimed wrapping her arms around him and planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

"Mom," Freddie winced. Was she always going to treat him like he was a kid?

"Hey Marissa!" Sam said as she leaned out the window.

"Hello Samantha," his mother replied icily.

It had been that way ever since Sam's eighteenth birthday. Once she 'legally' became an adult she got the idea in her head that she was now on a first name basis with all grown ups. No one could convince her otherwise.

"And Hello Hangover," his mom continued after taking one look at Carly.

"Nice to see you too," Carly mumbled as she threw her bags over her shoulder.

"Want some help?" Freddie asked.

"No, I got it," the brunette replied, yanking the door open then wedging her foot against the base to keep it from closing again.

"Yo Shay," Sam called as she hung out the window, looking over the roof. "Pick you up at nine."

Carly nodded as she went through the door into the lobby.

"Where are you guys going?" Freddie asked her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sam winked.