Author's Note: If there is anyone out there who deserves an applause, it's definitely sockstar! Very encouraging might I add. This story is new, and I'm afraid I don't even know the pairings. I'll let my writings take over, and it'll be a shock to see who ends up with who. I have great news. Great news, new FORUM! Give me an insight on whatever you're thinking. I've got one for each of my stories. Have a blast and enjoy the limelight.

Trudging towards my locker, I shift from one foot to the other. I didn't get any sleep last night, as you can see from the dark circles under my eyes. Yawning, I reach into my bag and grab my lip balm. I smear it onto my lips and close my eyes to enjoy the moment of darkness. I feel at center and peace. As I silently fell to the ground, I felt footsteps barging the floors towards my locker. I hear the sounds of a male's voice, as he stops to chat with someone. An unknown stranger. I open my eyes when the footsteps stop in front of me. Gasping, I pull myself up only to scream and fall back down.

"You think you're so hot aren't you?" The boy in front of me said.

"Wha--What are you talking about?" I ask, and shiver.

"Just because you're Carly Shay, you are so superior." Freddie yelled, and slapped my face.

"Freddie! What gives? This is jenk." I cry, and back away only to hit the wall.

"Ha! Freddie's mine now, you little twit." A girl from behind Freddie replied, and held his hand. I couldn't make out her face, and only knew she had curly golden hair.

"Twit? I thought I was a Shay!" I poke fun at, before my laughter died down at my attempt. "You're going to kill me aren't you."

"No, heavens no!" Freddie said, his eyes sparkling with evil laughter.

"We just want to..." The girl said, sticking her hand to her tongue before wiping the saliva on my cheek. "Keep you quiet for a bit. That's all."

As her words sink in, I feel like crying. Where is Sam? I need her! Where is she? The girl and Freddie begin to move inwards to me. I lean against the wall and cover my face. No. No. I scream.

"AHH!" I yell. I look around me. I'm in my bedroom. Feeling my hair, it's a mess. I sigh and lean back into my pillow. It was just a dream.

Spencer came rushing in with a can in his hands, aimed at my head. "Who's there!" He jumped onto my bed.

"AH! It's just me! I had a bad dream, that's all." I exclaim, before whimpering.

"Hey, it's ok, blue skies, don't cry." He placed the can next to my hand. Rubbing my back he said a whole bunch of happy things.

I sighed again, and felt all relaxed. "Thanks Spencer, I couldn't ha--wait. What's this?" I reach for the can.

Spencer grabs it before I can take it. "Nothing! It's just an old can I found. Outside. In a garbage truck."

"Yeah, okay." I reply, narrowing my eyes. "Hey! What's that!"

"What? Where?" Spencer asks, and looks behind him.

I grab the can out of his hands. "HA!" Reading the label, I grow angry. "Plenty-O-Foods?"

"Now Carly, it's not what you think..."

"You mean that you are OBSESSED with that supermarket?"

"Hmm...maybe your thinking is correct."

"Ugh Spencer!"

"What?"

"You are so unbelievable! How are we even related?" I scream, then gasp at what I said.

Spencer stays quiet, and looks down, unsure what to do.

"Spencer---" I start to say.

"I'm going to the Groovy Smoothie." He interrupts, and grabs his coat.

"Spencer!" But it's too late. He's gone.

I look around, then I cry. I hurt Spencer. More than I should have. I walk down the steps, and crawl to the couch. Lying on it, i flick on the TV. There's a Dingo show. Boring. I leave the couch, and unlock my door. When I open it, all I see is Freddie's door, staring at me. Pausing, I debate. Should I listen to Sam's warning, or my heart? I decide to listen to my heart, (after i checked the building for Sam).

"FREDDIE!" I yelled, and knocked on the door.

I waited for a minute. Finally he opened the door. "Oh, hey...Carly. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you, about Sam." I whisper, then began to shake.

He looks at me, before sighing. "Sure, come on in."

I walk into the Bensons' place. It is very neat and completely filled with knickknacks. The kitchen looks like grease never touched the place, and I feel shocked. This was a regular visit to his house, but I was still surprised at it. I've been here what, a million times? Freddie passes me, and pops onto a hardwood chair. He grabs his knees, before turning towards me. "What did you need?"

"I---I needed to talk to you. I miss you." I stuttered, then my eyes fell to the floor.

"I know, about Sam. Carly, I'm sorry, but I'm having the time of my life without you." He blankly said, and got up.

"Sam is cruel. She is worse than evil. I don't think we should hang out with her anymore." I tried to explain.

"No! Don't you get it? I love her!" Freddie screamed.

"What?" I say, and blink my eyes repeatedly.