Sam Was a Teenage Girly Girl
Chapter Two: Bad Girl Gone Good
"I hope Sam's okay," Carly said, standing by her locker.
"Same here," Freddie replied. "Has that girl e-mailed you yet?"
"No," Carly answered, her tone dropping. "Hopefully she won't have to."
"Hey, guys," Sam greeted the two, her voice sweet.
"Whoa," Freddie slipped out, looking at the girl's clothing and makeup.
"Sam...are you feeling okay?" Carly asked, confused and shocked.
"Feel great," Sam answered, flipping her hair in the back. "Come on, we don't wanna be late for class." The pink-clad girl lead her friends to first hour, walking with style and optimism.
Several guys noticed the girl, and couldn't take their eyes off of her. "Lookin' good, Puckett," one of them called. Sam smiled and waved, not stopping her stride. "Wow," some random boy called. "Lookin' sexy," a boy, who obviously had a death wish, called out. Sam blew him a kiss, and kept going.
Meanwhile, Quinn looked over her slides. Then, she examined the Elton John sunglasses under a microscope. "Something's wrong," she whispered.
"What's up?" Lola asked, walking into the room. "One of your Quinnventions going wrong?"
The speculated girl was too focused on her slides to notice her roommate's comment. "Something's not right with their structure..." she whispered. "What gene is it?"
"Hello?" Lola called, waving her hand in front of Quinn.
"What?" Quinn snapped, looking up.
"Whoa, what's wrong with you?" the brunette girl asked. "You haven't left your room all day."
"This is important," Quinn answered, looking back to her slides. "There was an accident, and I need to make sure everything's still stable."
"Well, is there anything I can help with?" Lola asked, looking over some of her friend's papers.
"No," the bespeculated girl answered, returning to her normal, mellow tone. "I should do this myself. It's my fault, anyway."
"You don't have to do this alone," the Puerta Rican girl replied, her voice soft. "You know...you've changed." Quinn looked up from her microscope. "You started thinking more about yourself; hating yourself. It's like you stopped being Quinn. I don't know what happened, but it's not good for anyone." With that, Lola walked away, trying to stop her tears.
Angry and upset, Quinn went back to her slides, focusing on her responsibilities towards Sam.
Back in Seattle, Sam and Carly sat in study hall. Carly was going over some iCarly sketches, and Sam was painting her nails hot pink and humming something in a sweet tone.
"Sam," Carly whispered, not wanting to catch the attention of their teacher. "Is that pink nail polish?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, her voice giddy. "Cute, huh? Want me to do yours?"
"I thought you hated painting your nails," the brunette replied.
"Nah, it's kinda fun," Sam answered, coating her nails with pink paint. "Hey, did you see that dress the other day? That blue one with the pink lace?"
"Yeah," Carly answered. "I think that'd look really pretty on you."
"Would that look good with my hair the way it is now?" the blond asked, sounding somewhat humble.
"Well..." Carly began, getting an idea. "Do you want me to do your hair before the dance this Friday? We could make a day of it."
"Cool," Sam excitedly replied, jumping up a little. "Then I can do your hair."
Carly smiled; Sam was never this eager to hang out and do girly stuff. This was great.
"Oh my gosh!" Quinn exclaimed, standing up from her seat. "This is horrible! I've gotta get a hold of Carly." As the dark-haired girl reached for the web address for iCarly, her arm knocked over the microscope, shattering the slide on the floor. At this point, the chemicals contained within the glass were unstable and starting to multiply. "Oh no," the girl said as the room filled with pink dust.
"Quinn," Zoey called, knocking on the door. "Is everything okay in there?...Quinn?"
"Is she in there?" Lola asked, growing concerned. Just then, the door opened, releasing some small amount of pink chemicals into the air.
Quinn walked out; her hair was down and lightly tasseled and topped with a pink headband. For the first time in years, she was wearing all pink and white, even a skirt. After a quick giggle, which she dantily covered with her hand, Quinn looked at her friends. "Everything's peachy," she said before skipping down the hallway.
"What the?" Zoey asked, confused as ever.
"Maybe she's lost it," Lola replied. "I'm gonna take a look at her notes."