Sam's POV

"I'm gonna go watch some T.V." I said. I walked hurriedly out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I stopped and walked to the wall next to the stairs. Leaning against it, I gave a huge sigh.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! For weeks now there has been one thought in my head that's been constantly nagging me. Freddie. Why did he suddenly look so different? He'd filled out from all that fencing? And his eyes… His chocolaty brown eyes. I could probably look into them forever.

Slap! My cheek suddenly started to throb. I'd slapped myself. How can I be thinking like this? Freddork would never see me as anything more than his personal tormentor. But that didn't stop me from loving him.

I ran down the stairs and plopped myself down on the Shay's couch. The place where I'd slept multiple times. I could hear Carly and Freddie coming down the stairs and I quickly turned on the television (a Girly Cow marathon was going on).

They knew something was going on with me, that I was acting different. But I could never let him know. Sure, I tormented him now, but if he found out that I actually liked him, he'd probably be too disgusted to even stay near me anymore.

"I've gotta get going." Freddie told us heading for the front door. He gave me one last look, but then looked away at Carly before closing the door. The kid probably still loved Carly. Of course. Like I had any hope to begin with.

Carly's POV

Freddie closed the door behind him. I hadn't missed the look that he'd given Sam before leaving though. What was going on between them?

"Sam?" I asked. She shifted her head slightly from the television to acknowledge that she was listening. "Can I ask you something?"

She seemed to know where I was going with this and so she kept her eyes fixed on the T.V. in front of her, not even bothering to acknowledge me this time. I reached out and grabbed the remote from out of Sam's grasp.

"Hey!" she yelled furiously.

I gave her a look to show that I was serious and she quieted down.

"Sam." I started softly. "What's going on with you and Freddie?"

Her eyes widened immediately and then she hung her head, her hair falling onto her face. When she looked up, I saw that she had tears streaming down her face.

"Sam… Tell me." I pleaded. More tears started streaming her face.

"Freddie… I love him."