The next day, Sam walked back to Carly's house. She had nothing else better to do, and she wasn't going to waste her Sunday doing nothing. Sam knocked on the Shay's door, but instead of Carly opening it, Freddie did. Sam glared at Freddie.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked. Sam brushed past Freddie and walked into the loft.
"Yeah, nice to see you too Sam" Freddie said sarcastically. Carly was on the couch watching TV and Sam plopped down besides her. Freddie sat next to Sam, but she immediately moved and sat in another spot. Freddie looked confused at Sam again. Did she hate him that much?
Carly looked at Sam. "So what happened yesterday? Why were you crying?" she asked softly. Sam didn't answer though. She just stared at the floor, trying not to remember why she was crying.
"Yeah Sam, what happened?" Freddie asked. Sam was still silent. Carly sighed and scooted closer to Sam.
"How about we change the subject?" Sam was still silent, but she felt a little happier. She didn't want to talk about yesterday.
"So, what was your first kiss like?" Carly giggled. Sam's happiness faded away again.
"Well all I'm going to say is that I had it when I was like, eight or nine. That's it." Sam said angrily. She reached for the remote, but Carly took it before her.
"Aw, come on Sam. At least say who it was with?" Carly asked. Sam glanced towards Freddie for a quick moment then looked at Carly. She slumped back into her seat and sighed.
"I don't remember his name. All I know now is that I hate him." Sam said.
"Why?" Sam glanced at Freddie again. He looked really eager to know her story. How could he forget? Sam thought.
"Anyways, he wasn't that bad. I mean he sort of did teach me how to be brave, you know stand up for myself."
"Don't you mean aggressive and hurt people?" Freddie joked. Sam rolled her eyes.
"How?" Carly asked. Sam thought hard, she didn't want to say anything close to Freddie's story. Tears started coming from remembering. Sam tried fighting them, but slowly she started shedding tears.
"Sam, are you okay?" Freddie asked. Sam was about to start yelling at him. Why would she be okay? Sam started crying even more and Carly put her arm over her shoulders.
"What's wrong? Why are you becoming so emotional all of a sudden?" Carly asked. Sam wiped her tears away, but they just kept on falling. Sam just ran out of the room and out of the apartment. She sunk down the wall outside the place. She needed to be strong and not let old memories bring her down.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked. Sam turned and saw Freddie. Sam looked on the ground and wiped her tears away. She looked back up at Freddie, he looked so sympathetic. Nothing would ever change Sam's hatred for Freddie though.
"Leave me alone, please!" Sam yelled. Freddie back away a couple of steps.
"Whoa Sam, what is your deal?! I didn't do anything to you!" Sam scoffed and wiped her tears again.
"Yeah, you did nothing" she said sarcastically. Sam just started walking away. Freddie just stood there confused. What did I do? he thought.
Later Freddie was lying on his bed looking at the ceiling. He was still confused at what Sam said. I mean she was always the one starting their arguments. Freddie wondered if she was always like this. She was pretty nice to him on his first day of school in the sixth grade. She was nice that one time eight years ago…then she started ignoring me…then when the fact that I loved Carly and started hanging out with her, Sam was…well hecka mean. Freddie couldn't think of a possible answer why.
He groaned and looked out his window. He studied the park across his apartment. A little girl and a little boy playing in the sandbox. Freddie sighed and remembered when he was with Sammy. When Freddie first met Sam, he thought that she looked familiar, but he just couldn't recognize her. When he saw Carly though, it was like he experienced love at first sight all lover again. He completely forgot about Sam.
Freddie looked at the little girl and boy throwing sand at each other. Just like he and Sammy did eight years ago. He really remembered Sammy. Her long curly blonde hair and beautiful eyes. Then Sam appeared in the picture. Freddie blinked. What the? he thought. Both had long curly blonde hair and (he hated to say it) both had beautiful eyes. Both name's are pretty much alike. Freddie shook his head. Just a coincidence. he thought.
Carly called Sam. She was starting to get really worried about her. Carly noticed that every time someone brought up about a first kiss, Sam would always look so sad. Well she did say that she hated him. But why did she start crying now? Carly thought.
"Hey kiddo" Sam said.
"Hi Sam…" Carly said. Sam sighed. She knew that Carly wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
"Look, I'll tell you my story but just don't tell Freddork"
"My lips are sealed."
"Okay, well. So uh, the guy was moving. On that day, he said goodbye to me and we just kissed. Then we met again in sixth grade, I think. He was such a total dork and a loser."
"Wait, then why do you hate him?" Sam gulped.
"Well because he promised me something and he broke that promise the second I saw him again."
"What was that promise?" Sam paused. She started thinking and chose her words carefully.
"Uh…that's too personal. I don't really want to talk about it."
"Okay then. It's weird because your story is sorta like Freddie's. Creepy huh?"
"Yeah, totally bizarre." Sam said with a hint of fear in her voice. Carly raised her eyebrows. Sammy…and Sam…she thought. Carly widened her eyes. She finally got why Sam was crying today and yesterday.
"You're that Sammy girl aren't you?!" Sam literally chocked on her spit. She started coughing and fake laughing.
"What? Are you serious! No I'm not." she said in between her fake laughs.
"O come on Sam. It makes total sense. When you first moved here you said you used to live in Los Angeles. You said that you were good friends with some guy. Plus you used to be called Sammy." Sam sighed. She was completely trapped, no loopholes what so ever.
"Okay well…you're right" Sam said softly. Carly gasped.
"I knew it! …wait is this why you hate Freddie?" Sam didn't respond. She was holding back the tears again. Carly put her hand over her mouth once she realized what she said. "We don't have to talk about-"
"Yeah, that's why I hate Freddie. He broke his promise the second I saw him again. Look, I gotta go." Sam said. She hung up without saying goodbye. Carly started feeling guilty. She was the reason why Sam was so miserable, because Freddie liked her.