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Their Biggest Secret Chapter 2
"Uh..." Freddie stammered.
"...We watched something at school and Fweddie weddie got scared." Sam jumped in, desperately hoping that Carly would buy it.
"Okay..." Carly said, giving Sam and Freddie an odd look. "Do we need to take you to a doctor, Freddie?"
"No, I'm fine." Freddie assured, briefly glancing at Sam. "Sam, you've got sauce all over your face."
"Well get it off, Freddumb!" Sam retorted. Freddie gently wiped her mouth with a napkin. Carly thought this also was odd, but shook it off.
"Alright, we need to start rehearsal. I'll need to take a wazz and I'll be up. Hopefully Gibby comes while I'm in there." Carly said. Sam and Freddie went upstairs, straight into another makeout session.
"Kiss me, Fredward." Sam commanded. Freddie obliged, smashing his lips into his girlfriend's. Sam kissed back immediately, grabbing Freddie's shoulders. Freddie's hands found her waist.
Little did they know, Gibby made it to the apartment, went upstairs, and watched through the studio door, gasping. He then ran off as quietly as possible, fearful that Sam would pummel him when they broke apart.
"FREDDIE!" Gibby yelled, deliberately sticking his hand down the sink hoping he would come downstairs. "My arm's stuck!" He hoped that Sam wouldn't pummel him for breaking them apart either.
"What now?" Freddie said to Sam after they reluctantly broke apart.
"My arm's stuck in the garbage disposal!" Gibby shouted.
"Ugh...coming!" Freddie rolled his eyes in annoyance. Freddie took the elevator back downstairs.
"Thanks, Fred." Gibby said, walking into the elevator with Freddie. He then stopped it, and Freddie threw him a "what gives?" look.
"Uh...are you and Sam...dating?" Gibby questioned. Freddie's eyes went wide. "I saw you kissing in there."
"Fine. Yeah, we are, but you can't tell anyone!" Freddie said.
"Your secret's safe with me." Gibby winked and nodded his head, restarting the elevator. They soon were in the studio again.
"Sam, could you help me with these cables?" Freddie questioned, positioning his laptop on the tech cart.
"Sure, Fredward." Sam said, walking over to him and plugging in the cables. Sam checked to make sure Carly and Gibby weren't looking and gave Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek. Freddie smiled and whispered in her ear.
"Wanna come to my apartment after this?" Freddie asked.
"You bet, Frednub." Sam whispered back, smiling.
Following the rehearsal, Sam and Freddie retreated across the hall.
"Hey, Gib? Can I ask you something?" Carly started.
"Sure, lay it on me." Gibby said.
"Do you think there's something going on between Sam and Freddie?" Carly asked. "They've been acting...weird lately."
"Oh, surely they're not dating." Gibby said.
"You must know something." Carly narrowed her eyes, and Gibby ran for his life.
"Come back here, Gibby!" Carly picked up a wooden spoon from the sink. Gibby eventually ran up the stairs to the hallway where the studio was and was cornered.
"Tell me what you know about Sam and Freddie." Carly menacingly commanded, raising the spoon.
"Er...nothing?" Gibby hoped to get out of this.
"Don't give me that. Tell me." Carly pressed.
"Uh...Sam and Freddie are kinda...dating..." Gibby admitted. Carly's face became red with anger.
"For how long?" She asked darkly.
"I don't know, honest!" Gibby held his hands up in defeat. "I saw them making out in the studio while you were in the bathroom before the rehearsal."
"They're probably at his apartment doing it all over again!" Carly realized, running off leaving a frightened Gibby.
Carly ran between the two apartments hall and pounded on Freddie's door.
"SAM! FREDDIE! OPEN UP! I KNOW YOUR SECRET!" Carly yelled.
"Who'd you tell?" Sam sighed, releasing Freddie.
"Gibby..." Freddie conceded.. "I should've known that he couldn't keep a secret."
"OPEN THIS DOOR!" Carly shouted from the hallway.
"Why'd you have to tell Gibby of all people?" Sam groaned.
"I thought he could keep a secret for once!" Freddie defended.
"Really?" Sam rolled her eyes.
"Well, what do we do?" Freddie questioned.
"We could run off to Canada or something, or tell her everything, which is probably what you were thinking." Sam and Freddie weighed their options.
"Going to Canada might not be the best choice, but Carly, Spencer, and even my own mom could get angry at us." Freddie reasoned.
"So, you want to go to Canada?" Sam asked hopefully.
"Maybe..." Freddie smiled. "I had that chip in my head removed."
Then, the pounding on the door ceased.
"Is she gone?" Sam asked, and Freddie got up to look through the peephole.
"Yup, no one's out there." Freddie responded, breathing a sigh of relief.
Freddie looked at the knob and back at the peephole when he heard the lock jiggling and finally click into the unlocked position. Carly threw the door open just as Freddie backed away, threw the bobby pin she used to pick the lock aside, and stared at Freddie with anger in her eyes and a red face.
"TELL. ME. EVERYTHING!" Carly screamed.
"Quick, pack your stuff." Sam whispered. Freddie wasted no time and hastily removed an emergency suitcase and retrieved their ID's and driver's licenses, while Sam collected the electronics and scribbled out a note for Crazy. They were already in a bag from the rehearsal.
Sam ran to the window where the fire escape was located, opened it, and motioned for Freddie to follow. Sam jumped out of the window and started making her way down the steps, with Freddie at her heels. They both leaped onto the ground.
"Let's run to my apartment's storage unit!" Freddie shouted. "I've got a car in there we can use to get out of here."
"Say no more, Fredward!" Sam shouted, jogging into the storage units of Bushwell. They could hear the steps clanging, and they had no doubt that Carly was hot on their tail.
Sam quickly picked the lock to the unit, swung the gate open, and uncovered the car waiting inside. It was a small, old 2 seat Italian sports car with the engine located behind the cabin. Freddie opened the driver's door to pop the engine compartment, quickly locating the spare keys while his girlfriend hooked up the battery.
The car's 4 cylinder engine roared to life, and Sam slid into the passenger's seat. Releasing the clutch, the car moved out of the unit and he drove right past Carly, still red in the face, and still with her spoon in hand. Carly gave chase, but Freddie headed toward the main road. Unfortunately, he had to stop for traffic to clear before turning onto the street.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Carly screamed from outside. Freddie drove onto the main road before either of them gave an answer. Sam and Freddie were now on the run.
A/N: Fun chapter to write...hope I didn't rush the beginning though. Drop a review if you would, please! Working on responding to my reviews more.