Sam, Carly, and Freddie are finishing up their last rehearsal of the week and preparing to split up for dinner. Carly checks her cell, noticing she missed some calls while it was set to silent.
"I have thirteen voice mails," Carly exclaims, her expression demonstrating confusion.
"I have four," Sam adds as she discovers the similar warnings on her cell.
"I've only got one," Freddie replies with dismay, "and it's from my mom."
"Cheer up Fredhead, all ours are from Aspen," Sam growls after peeking at hers and Carly's phones.
"Blah, I'm going to be late for the mother-son kayaking expedition. You'll fill me in on the voice mails later, right?"
"Sure." "Maybe." The girls reply in unison.
"Alright, great rehearsal by the way. I'll see ya later."
Freddie exits through the glass door, leaving Sam and Carly alone to crash on the bean bags.
"Shouldn't Spencer be ready with dinner by now?" Sam inquires.
Carly shakes her head.
"We can't eat until we investigate the messages Aspen left us. I don't want to talk about it in front of Spencer," Carly explains.
"Ugh, I don't think I can listen to psycho lez babble on an empty stomach."
"Sam..."
"Fine, we'll listen to mine first," Sam decides while unlocking her keypad.
"Wait, only 3 of the messages are voice mails. One is a text."
"Let's look at the text first," Carly urges.
She clicks on the button to open the text and both girls gasp when they see the picture Aspen sent.
"Did she...she DID not!" Carly responds with rage.
"She did. She must've photodoc'd this...unless?"
"What are you insisting Sam?! That I would actually KISS Aspen?"
"Chillax, Carls. Fighting is exactly what she wants us to do. She expects you to crawl into her arms when we break up."
"Oh, right. I kinda forget we're dating," Carly blushes.
"Yeah, I would too, if it didn't take me off every guy in school's radar," Sam mumbles with the slightest hint of bitterness.