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~Carly's POV~
As Sam and I sat on my couch, I debated bringing it up or not. We'd tried talking before, and that worked out so swimmingly.
"I know what you're thinking Carly." Sam muttered as she gazed into the distance. "I'm battling with what I said in my mind too. I don't know if I'm proud of what I said or not, but I can't take it back."
"Why did you say it in the first place?" I asked. Sam turned to look at me, her eyes appearing close to empty.
"I don't know. It just, slipped out, I guess." Sam paused, looking down at her lap. "I guess I know why it slipped out." Another pause. "I don't like that fact that they are dating."
"No chiz." I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously Carly." Sam said as her eyes looked back at me. "I don't like it one bit. Freddie's moved on and I haven't, I don't know if I'll ever be able to. He moved on as if what we had was nothing." A pause. "He told me first."
"He told you what first?"
"That he loved me." I didn't know how to respond. "We were breaking up, or well, I guess we had just broken up. I was getting ready to leave when he told me."
"You told him you loved him too, right?"
"Of course." Sam licked her lips. "He kissed me afterwards, then we decided to break up at midnight." Another pause, shorter this time. "That was the only mutual thing about our break up."
"I'm so sorry Sam."
"What for? You have no reason to be sorry." Sam looked down in her lap again. "Freddie said he would date me again in the future if I became more normal. I told him that I'd date him again if he became more abnormal." Sam blinked a few times, taking in a shaky breath quietly. "Do you think he's in a relationship with Mia because she's normal?"
"I don't know Sam." Now it was my turn to pause. "I honestly don't know. Mia came up to him, not the other way around. Mia asked him out, I think. Mia's been through some heartbreak, you know,"
"Haven't we all?" Sam interrupted through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, now let me finish. I think he didn't want to turn Mia down in fears of hurting her."
"Why on earth would Freddie be scared to hurt her? He wasn't scared to hurt me."
"He probably didn't want to, I bet he doesn't know." I bit the inside of my cheek. "Although, I bet he knows by now." I regretted saying that as soon as it left my mouth. I was expecting Sam to blow up at me, but I saw the fuse go out behind her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, not speaking. "I mean, judging by how you reacted, he's got to have some inkling that something's up."
"He probably doesn't have a clue about what's up, though. Probably thinks I'm back to teasing and hating him again."
"Maybe, but you never know Sam. He's got to have an inkling of some sorts."
"Maybe." Sam looked at her phone. "I'm probably going to go to bed or something, it's almost one." I checked my phone too.
"I'll probably head up too. Do you have pajamas?"
"That's why I have your closet, Shay." Sam said before she stood and made her way up the stairs. I rolled my eyes before turning off the lights and television and making my way up to my room.
As I walked through, I saw Sam had already put on a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt that normally dwarfed me whenever I wore it; it fit her perfectly. Sam flopped down on the couch before I pulled on a pair of softies and a One Direction tee. By the time I had grabbed a blanket and pillow for Sam, she was already snoring softly. I draped the blanket over her, putting the pillow on the floor so she could grab it if needed.
Turning off my gummy bear chandelier, I snuggled into the covers of my bed and felt sleep drape over me.
~Sam's POV~
The water pounded on my stiff back like a warm message. Shampoo bubbles slid down my body and into the drain. I put some conditioner in my palm, which smelt like cherry blossoms and ginseng; why on Earth do I have such a girly smelling perfume? With lightly closed eyes, I ran my fingers through my hair, kneading apart the knots I was finding. I heard the curtain being pulled open then closed, and before I could scream and throw the bottle I was holding, a pair of lips crashed down on mine. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that they were his. I found my hands gripping his bare biceps before sliding over his shoulders and around his neck. I didn't know how much I had missed his lips on mine, and I instantly wanted them back, but then didn't as I found them connected to my neck. My head tilted back on its own, as if I had no control of my own body anymore, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
"I love you Mia." His voice breathed against my neck.
My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright, clutching the blanket that I hadn't gone to sleep with. I took in a few deep breaths before looking over and seeing that Carly's bed was already made. I saw something dark out of the corner of my eye and saw Carly sitting on her lounger. I screamed, startled, backing into the arm of the couch.
"Calm down Sam, what's up?" She asked as she scratched one of her crossed legs.
"Nothing, just had a bad dream." I answered, calming down and flinging the soft blanket off.
"You sure it was a bad dream?" Carly asked, something hinting behind her voice.
"What are you talking about? Of course it was a bad dream!"
"It didn't sound like a bad dream." She smirked. Oh crab, had I been talking my sleep?
"What did I say?" I asked tentatively.
"It was barely legible, I don't know if you really said any words, but you did make noise." She paused, seeming to search for a word. "What would I call it? A moan?" She laughed softly. Oh, no.
"Oh my God, are you kidding? You're kidding, right?"
"Wish I could say I was."
"Can you kill me now?"
"Not until you tell me what happened."
"Oh my God Carly, are you really going to make me tell you about my dream?"
"Yes! But please, spare me any… graphic details." Carly shuddered inwardly. Prude.
"I am not a prude!" Did I say that out loud? "Yes, you said that out loud! You're saying a lot of things out loud right now."
"This is ridiculous."
"Dream por favor." Spanish, why must she have spoken in Spanish? I knew that thought had stayed in my head.
"Well, I was there, and Freddie was there. That's it."
"Vague."
"Yeah, well that's all it was, really, you said leave out the graphics."
"Oh my God…" Carly' eyes widened.
"Shay!" I yelped, throwing the pillow on the ground at her. "Not that! That didn't happen! Gosh, get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Normally I'm the one telling you that." Carly paused, picking at a fingernail. "Sorry Sam."
"It's fine, I guess."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's just a bit depressing."
"The dream?"
"Yeah. Didn't quite end how I would've liked."
"Not sure if I want to know how it wouldn't ended," I cut her off.
"He called me Mia." I interrupted. Carly stared at me, her lips parted, and blinked at me a few times.
"I'm sorry Sam, I, I don't quite know what to say."
"It's fine, don't worry about it Carls, I didn't expect you to know what to say."
"Want to get breakfast smoothies?" She offered with a smile on her face as she stood.
"Can I go in these?" I asked, plucking at the sweatpants I'd borrowed.
"Yeah, sure, but I'm changing."
Carly walked over to her closet, and I watched her from over the couch as she watched her clothes rotate in front of her. She picked out a short blank tank with sequins and lace at the bottom, and a pair of jeggings. I looked down at myself, I looked horrible compared to her. Throwing on my jeans from the day before, I grabbed one of Carly's jackets, honestly surprised that it fit me; she's so small. I pulled and kneaded at the knots in my hair and I noticed Carly's small winces as she watched me in the mirror.
"How can you do that?" She asked as she pulled a brush through her smooth hair.
"I've always done that to get knots out."
"How come I've never noticed before?"
"I don't know, to be honest." I said as Carly finished brushing her hair. After slipping on flat black boots, Carly grabbed a jacket. I slipped my shoes on before following her downstairs.
"Where you two headed?" Spencer called from the kitchen.
"Breakfast smoothies, want us to bring you back one?" Carly asked.
"Blueberry Blitz!" He answered.
"Where've you been Spence?" I asked. It's been oddly quiet without him lately.
"Conference in some town in Southern Washington." Carly answered for him. I nodded, accepting the answer. "Ready to depart, m'lady?" Carly smiled as she placed her hand on her waist.
"Yes darling." I replied, looping my arm through hers after she opened the door.
"Have fun you old timers!" Spencer called as the door shut. I stared at the door to Freddie's apartment, Carly yanking me away when she noticed.
Why can't I get over him?