Carly's POV

"And, clear!" Freddie said. I cheered, getting out my phone, as Sam walked over and picked up her half-gone root beer.

"Good show girls." Freddie said as he turned off his camera.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"Yup." Sam said, taking another slug from my drink.

"So your date with Mia is tomorrow night." I stated. I know Sam probably didn't want to be reminded of their date, but I can guess that Freddie's excited about it, and he's still my friend too.

"Yeah." Freddie said.

"Hope she doesn't get bored by you." Sam said, sipping my root beer again.

"Ha, very funny Sam. She picked the movie; it's one she wants to see. I doubt she'll get bored."

"Oh, she won't get bored by the movie most likely, but she'll probably get bored of you."

"You weren't, for a while." I almost gasped. They never really talked about their break up or relationship, as if neither ever happened.

"Oh, low blow Fredward." Sam glared. Oh no, this is going to get real fighty real fast. "I'd take that back if I were you." She threatened. The glare of hatred in her eyes scared me; her knuckles were tightened around her drink, beginning to turn white.

"Why does it matter if I do or don't?" Freddie asked, crossing his arms. What is going on?

"Okay people, chill out." I said, my voice threatening to shake. The next thing I knew, Sam had approached Freddie and poured her root beer on his head. He gasped, stepping backward, shaking his head. He will be sticky once the soda dries. Sam smirked as she walked over to the trashcan and threw her can in it. She turned around to look at Freddie again, the smirk still playing on her face. Freddie's face, though, was full of anger.

"What the heck Sam!" He shouted. "Why did you do that?"

"I told you to take it back, and you didn't."

"You didn't have to dump half a can of soda on me!"

"Uh, yeah, I did."

"Uh, no, you didn't."

"Uh, yeah, I did. Have fun when that soda dries."

"Whatever Sam. You know you didn't have to do that."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I did?" Sam asked, her voice rising.

"Why did it even bug you?" Freddie asked back, his voice equally rising. I half-expected Sam to not answer or not say anything in general.

"Do you want me to punch you in the face?" She threatened.

"Answer the question, Puckett!"

"I don't have to answer anything! I don't have to do anything you say!"

"Hey, Freddie, isn't your mom expecting you back?" I interjected, hoping to calm them down.

"Yeah Freddie, go run home to mommy, then complain to Mia about what I did to you, and end up talking to her all night, whining and complaining and being stupid in your little nerd voice." What?

"What?" You and I have the same thought Freddie. "What?" He asked again. "That was maybe the worst comeback or dumbest thing that's ever left you mouth, Sam."

"At least not everything I say is dumb." Sam crossed her arms. She seems off her game a little.

"That hurt me so much." Freddie said sarcastically. "Whatever Sam." Freddie looked at me. "I'll see you tomorrow Carly." I nodded, Sam looking at me, sort of angry. Freddie left, without another word. I turned to Sam, who was looking at me with her arms still crossed.

Sam's POV

"You're seeing him tomorrow?" I asked, disgust practically dripping off my words.

"Yeah. I asked if he'd like to come over tomorrow afternoon, just to, you know, hang out or whatever." Carly answered.

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"Because he's my friend too? You both are my best friends! I hate seeing you two like this! I miss how you two were before you dated! You guys were normal! Well, wait, you two were never fully normal, but you two just aren't the same now! You guys are awkward! I hate it!"

"You think I don't hate it? It's horrible."

"Then do something about it!"

"I can't Carly! It's not that simple."

"What's so hard about it?"

"Well, first off, the fact that he's moved on. Second, the fact he thinks that I have moved on. Third, if he knows that I like him, it'll just make things even more awkward since he doesn't like me anymore."

"Well," Carly sighed. "I don't know what to do then."

"You're not supposed to."

"I guess." She paused. "Let's move onto something lighter. Want to spend the night? We can stay up and watch movies."

"Sure, sounds great."

And we spent the rest of the night watching movies, eating popcorn, not wanting to think about tomorrow.