Laughing-Gas Love

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Part 2: A discussion

Carly's POV:

"Alright wacky girl, let's get you home!" I directed my impaired friend, still loopy off the laughing gas. Ms. Benson took Freddie home, so at least I didn't have to deal with two of them.

"Awwwww, Carls, you such a good friend!" she chimed. I smiled showily at her substance-induced compliment.

"Yeah I know." I said for her benefit as I plopped her into the back seat of the cab. I ran to the other side, avoiding the promisingly tiring task of getting her to scoot over.

We drove for a while with no complication, only Sam's occasional knock on the plastic wall between us and the driver, or playing with the windows, or just watching her hand as she brought it closer then farther away from her face.

Then she turned to me, suddenly very intent on staring me down, "Caaaaaarly, I need to tell you something."

I remembered the promise I made to her earlier, we had planned for this. "No, no, I don't want to hear it! No secrets!"

"Yeah, right, I don't want secrets either. You are my bestest friend, and if I don't tell you, then it will become a secret!"

I was surprised at how much sense that made. But, no, I could best loopy Sam in a battle of wits! I had my head screwed on straight.

"Sam, you made me promise not to let you say anything." I reminded.

"Oh, yeah. But that was because of something else. This is different… well not very different I guess" she giggled, "but different enough!" she exclaimed with flopping hand gestures.

That stopped me. Laughing Gas Sam had won again. Be strong Shay!

"I know you'll regret this later Sam."

"I know that. I know me Carls, I know me a LOT!" she gestured again, this time hitting the plastic wall causing the driver to jump a little, "an' I know that I'll try to deny it… I'm tired of that denying Carly! Please Carly? Pleeeeeease???" she leaned in and gave me a puppy dog look.

Well, three strikes I'm out.

"*sigh* okay."

Ms. Benson's POV:

"Mommy! I need to tell you something!" My little baby boy blubbered as I tried to keep his head from falling down in the car. A crooked neck can cause spine issues which add to stress which is the silent killer in many suicide cases. Oh, my poor baby was on drugs, the legal kind if used appropriately of course. Wait… didn't he just say he had something to talk about?

"Tell me everything."

(A WHILE LATER)

Carly's POV:

I placed a fluffy blanket over Sam as I soothed her to sleep. I sat with her till I heard her steady breathing and fluttering eyelids. She was completely out. I clenched my teeth strenuously as I eased my way off the couch and away from the slumbering girl. I tip-toed my way around the furniture and was about home-free when the door swung open with a BANG.

I cringed at the noise, flashed a glance back at Sam, she was still asleep. Thank goodness. I then looked over to who was entering so rudely.

"Carly! I must discus something important with you!" Ms. Benson announced to the whole room.

I shushed her angrily, pointing to Sam slobbed out on the couch, then pulled her lightly out the door. I closed it behind me.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked a little impatient, but I had dealt with enough people who were not-right-in-the-head today.

"It's my Fredward! He finally has a girl friend!" she told me. I scrunched my face up in confusion.

"He does? And he didn't tell me?!?" I felt my natural tendency to freak out taking over. I tried to calm myself.

"Of course! Didn't Samantha tell you?" she asked intently.

"Wait, he told SAM before he told ME?!?" I was getting all whipped up.

"Well, yes, I think the girlfriend should know before the girlfriend's-friend" she scoffed like I was the crazy one.

"WHAT?!?" I was completely lost now.

"Fredward and Samantha are a couple! I know dear, it took me a little while to get used to it too. Mostly because I've never really tolerated that girl, but girls and dating are important steps for his social development. Plus I could use her for my destructive-kids outreach program that we just started in my Aggressive Parenting Group. Oh, I just hope that she doesn't break his little heart! I could fix it if she broke his arm, but she better not break his…"

"STOP!" I screamed.

She choked on her words for a few seconds, "Well, well, miss Carly Shay, I think someone needs to be reminded about inside-voices." She preached.

I breathed out my frustration before speaking, "I'm sorry Ms. Benson. But I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about. Sam isn't dating Freddie!" then I remembered the cab ride, "Oh! Did Sam tell you at the dentist's office or something? Yeah, Sam had this really weird loopy-gas dream about kissing Freddie. No, it didn't actually happened Ms. Benson. It was just Sam's imagination."

She stared at me concerned for a few moments, "But honey… Fredward told me about the kiss." She explained.

I just stood there.

Freddie said it happened too?

But it couldn't have happened.

Did Sam tell him her dream too… I did find them in the same room.

Sam told me about kissing him in his dentist's chair.

Oh my gosh.

"This is bad." I stated staring straight forward at the metaphorical impending doom.

"What?" Ms. Benson asked, surprised.

"This is bad." I repeated in the same tone.

"But Carly…" she began.

"This is bad." I said again.

"Carly! They are your best friends!" she reminded, disapproving of my reaction.

"Yes they are! And they will kill each other!" I exclaimed, snapping out of my trance.

"Oh no they won't!" Ms. Benson tutted.

"They can't stay in a room one second without fighting!" I yelled.

"They can't stay in a room one second without being drawn to each other." She corrected.

"They are always insulting each other!" I reminded.

"They are always trying to get each other's attention." She argued. I thought about this a while, scrunched in confusion again.

"… and they have been spending time together lately, like, even if I'm not there…" I pondered.

"-and I haven't hear my little boy mention any other girl to me lately." She piped in.

"-and they did kiss on the fire-escape last year." I remembered.

"THEY DID WHAT?!?" Ms. Benson flipped.

"Oh, you didn't know?" I asked guiltily. I waited for her crazy explosion, but it never came.

"This is so sweet!" she put her hands over her heart.

"This is so weird." I corrected.

Soooo… looks like Carly and Ms. Benson know, and they both got opinions! But what will happy when the 'happy couple' are confronted in their non-laughing gas state of mind? READ ON!

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