Carly glanced at her PearPhone. The clock said 17:57, and Freddie's text had said to meet him at six o'clock, so she was in good time. Up ahead, she could see the exterior of the Groovy Smoothie. Ok, all that was left was to run a hand through her hair, check in a window to see she looked good, and- bump into Sam?
Carly's eyes narrowed as the blonde took a step back and smiled weakly at her.
"Uh, hey," Sam said slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to meet Freddie," Carly replied tersely. "Unless you want to steal him from me as well."
Sam groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, ok, I get it. You're upset. Can we let it drop now?"
"No!" Carly snapped. "We had a deal, Sam. You betrayed me!"
"And again with the 'betrayed'..." Sam muttered. "It's not that big a deal, cupcake."
"Don't you 'cupcake' me!" Carly replied. "You betrayed my trust, Sam. You can't just brush that under the carpet."
"I didn't mean to!" Sam insisted. "No-one told me it was a no-go, so I assumed I was still fine..."
"Oh yeah, of course you didn't know," Carly growled. "Convenient, isn't it?"
Sam growled back and turned away from the brunette as Freddie came running up to the pair, panting slightly.
"Hey, guys, sorry I'm late, I got held up with..." He cut himself off and glanced between them. "Have you been arguing about it again?"
Carly nodded silently and Freddie let out a breath through his teeth.
"Look, guys, you've been through this whole routine before," he said. "And you got over it then. Can you please just skip ahead so we can get everything back to normal?"
"No!" Carly replied. "Sam refuses to admit that she was wrong. I'm not gonna be friends with her if she keeps insisting she was right."
"And I'm not gonna be friends with her if she keeps insisting I was wrong!" Sam replied quickly. Freddie groaned.
"Guys, I brought you here to make up, not to fight. Sam made a mistake, and she's sorry. Aren't you, Sam?" He glared at her and she shrugged.
"I guess."
"And Carly accepts that she couldn't have expected Sam to know everything that had happened. Don't you, Carly?" He turned his glare on her and she shuffled her foot.
"I... I guess."
"Ok, good!" Freddie stepped back and threw his hands up. "Now make up!"
The girls each took a reluctant step forward.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Carly muttered. "I overreacted, and I shouldn't have." Sam nodded.
"That's ok, Carls," she replied. "I forgive you." Carly's eyes narrowed and she looked at Freddie.
"Right, that does not cover it," she said. "Where's my apology?"
"It was a mistake!" Sam replied. "I shouldn't have to apologise if I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Well in that case, I take it back!" Carly growled. She turned around and stalked back down the street as Sam glared after her.
"Like I care!" she shouted, before turning around and leaving as well. Freddie stood where he was, his eyes still flicking between the two girls.
"Oh, come on!" he moaned.

Gibby walked out of his front door and set off down the street in a newly-ironed shirt. He patted down his hair - it was still slightly damp, but not noticeably to the naked eye, and that was good enough for him. His eyes kept darting around as he walked, just in case Spencer was around, but he saw no sign. Good. The only person he saw was an old man watering his garden, but apart from that the street was empty. Suddenly, he stopped as realisation dawned on him.
"Oh!" he said aloud. "Don't come running to me... ha!" A smile on his face, he continued on his way again. Spencer was probably satisfied by now, so he had no need to worry about any-
"Ahh!"
Gibby cried out as the old man sprayed him with his hose and sent him crashing to the floor in a growing pool of water. As he spluttered, the old man stepped forward and pulled off his wig.
"Oh, for the love of-" Gibby began, before getting a mouthful of water to cut him off. Spencer threw his wig on the ground and switched off the hose.
"Thought it was over, Gibby?" he laughed. "Well think again! It's only just beginning!"
"You disguised yourself?" Gibby asked in slight disbelief. Spencer grinned.
"With a little help from Socko's wig making cousin Harry!" he announced triumphantly. Gibby glanced down at his soaking wet clothes and sighed.
"Right. Great." He stood up and glared at Spencer. "Now please, leave me alone!"