Carly's POV

"Hey Freddie," I greeted him as he approached me by the counter. "What's wrong? Did Sam give you your present for the forth day of Christmas already?"

"Nope," he replied, still looking glum. "But I'm really paranoid of what she may have come up with. Whenever I hear the number 4, I will jump."

"Literally?" that was interesting.

"Hey kiddo," Spencer jumped out from his room. "Look what I've found! It's the baseball bat that dad gave me when I was four!"

Freddie jumped.

"Freddie, are you okay?" I held him by his arm. He seemed to be losing balance from all the jitters he's been getting.

"I'm fine," he managed to regain his balance. "I just need a break from all these Christmas gifts from Sam. I never knew that one could die from receiving Christmas gifts!"

Then, we heard a loud sneeze from the elevator. The blonde sniffled and sneezed as she left the elevator. Freddie stood behind me as though I was his shield.

"Hey Sam," I greeted her with a smile. "How are you doing?"

She shot me an isn't-it-obvious look. When she noticed Freddie hiding behind me, she frowned. "Don't worry about a thing. I haven't thought of your fourth gift yet. Achoo! I don't think I have the mood to do it either..."

Freddie gave her a doubtful look, but realized that she spoke the truth. So, he decided to stop hiding behind my back and proceeded to ask the blonde if she was alright.

"I'm fine," she replied. "Remember the scorpions I got you two days ago?"

"Those that almost bit me?" Freddie confirmed.

"They were my mom's ex-boyfriend, Dexter's," she started. "He's some kind of zoo keeper or something, he keeps these weird animals in his house and they come from all over the world."

I raised my brow. "But how did they manage to stay in your pocket like that?"

"They were dead," she simply stated. "Dexter didn't want them anymore so he gave them to me. So, I thought they would make really horrible gifts for the dork."

"No wonder they weren't moving when I cleared them from the ground," I mumbled.

"But what happened to you?" Freddie asked. "I thought you seemed fine yesterday."

Sam sneezed, rolled her eyes in agony and sighed. "After I gave you two scorpions, I had two more left. I left them in my room and the next thing I knew, my room was infested by ants, cockroaches, termites and whatever other insects you can think of."

"The ants gave you a cold?" I tried to get more information out of her.

"It was the pest control dudes," she replied. "One of them had a really bad cold but was still doing the job. I remember that he found my half-eaten burrito and he sneezed on it. I couldn't bear to waste the food, so I ate it for dinner."

"Eww..." Freddie and I expressed.

She sneezed again. "Argh... I don't think I can give you anything for today, Fredelicious." Then, she stared at the tissues she had in her left arm. "Let's see... One... two... three... four... Just nice. Here, you can have them."

"Err... No thanks," he replied in disgust.

She frowned. "Benson, has your mom ever taught you that rejecting presents is really rude?"

"Oh, has your mom ever taught you that attempting to murder someone with presents is a bad idea, Puckett?" he rebutted.

"No," she said nonchalantly. "At least my mom doesn't spray me with anti-bacterial underpants!"

"Puckett."

"Benson."

I sighed, surrendering to their behavior. When will they ever make up and be friends?

"Achoo! Ugh, I think I gotta go to the doctor's. My mom's gonna bring me there for a check-up. Hopefully, I'll be fine by tomorrow," Sam said.

"Your mom's gonna bring you to the doctor's? That's new," Freddie smirked.

"She's not bringing me there just for the check-up," she sighed. "She's dating a doctor right now. Dexter was 'too adventurous' for her; the scorpions bit her back the last time she visited his house."

I smiled. "Well, that's the Pam Puckett I know."