So there I was, sitting in Carly's kitchen and glaring at Sam and Griffen having a tickle war-he was winning. I couldn't help but notice Carly's disproved expression, at her best friend and ex-boyfriend spending 'quality time' together and in her own apartment. Could she be… jealous?
"It's okay," I whisper. "I hate his guts too."
"Huh?" Carly asked, in a little daze. "Oh I wasn't…"
"Carly, we've been friends for long enough, that I can tell that you're jealous," I explain with a sort of chuckle.
"Jealous? I'm not jealous…" she said, looking over at Griffen who was pulling Sam off the couch and leading her out into the hall. "Hey you two! Where are you going?"
"Nowhere," shrugged Sam.
"Yeah," agreed Griffen, with a sly smile. "Nowhere…"
I shuddered when I saw his facial expression go from sort of happy to evil all in one word. Sam was in danger, from what I had no idea. Although something told me, Griffen wasn't just going to be playing Chinese checkers with Sam in the hallway.
"But don't you want some wahoo punch?" Carly asked the closing door. "I guess not."
"I'll have some punch Carls," I say with a small smile.
"Okay," she said and poured two cups.
Suddenly there was a huge crash and a man screaming loudly.
"Aww man!" spencer yelled.
"Spencer what's wrong?" Carly asked him from down the stairs.
"I'm stuck underneath this ladder," he said loudly. "Can I have some help?"
"Coming," she called. "I'll be right back Freddie."
I chuckled at Spencer's misfortune, which was just so normal for him to get into that sort of predicament. It wasn't strange for him to be stuck in, on or under something and then Carly would have to fetch him out or off. Sometimes Sam and I helped, other times, we stood back and let her do everything-it was usually easier that way.
"Oh sorry," a girl said and looked at me.
I noticed her red curly hair and bright green eyes, she seemed familiar, a little too familiar.
"It's okay, no harm done," I reply.
"You're Freddie right?" she asked me, with a smile and I reply with a slow nod. She holds out her hand, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm Sabrina."
"Sabrina?" I ask in disbelief. "You're a lot prettier than your profile picture on Splashface."
"Thanks," Sabrina says, still grinning.
I stand up and firstly notice how dang tall this girl is. I offer her a seat which she takes graciously and then I pull a stool around the other side so we're now facing each other. Okay, just to fill you in a little. Sabrina has been someone who I've been chatting to online for a couple of months. It turns out she's been living in the Bushwell Plaza for as long as we've known each other. Turns out she knows Spanish-so we have been conversing in Spanish. Now, we decided to speak English, so it wouldn't get confusing.
"So, you're air-conditioner broke down too?" I ask-okay, okay, I know it was kind of a stupid question but I had to start off by saying something.
"No, I decided to come here just for the sake of coming here," she replied with a little smirk.
I laugh loudly. "Okay, I guess I deserved that," I say still laughing.
"Yeah," she said nodding her head. "Hey Freddie?"
"Sabrina," I say, smirking at her.
"You're kinda cute," she says and then her cheeks go pink.
"I have been told I'm boyishly handsome," I say, smugly.
"Well whoever said that," she said, leaning her elbows on the table and towards me. "They're wrong."
"Really?" I ask.
"You're not 'boyishly handsome'," she said simply. "You're handsome…"
It was my turn to blush. The heat rose up my face, and I was sure I looked almost like a tomato or beetroot. I shook it off and smiled.
"Well uhh, thanks," I say politely.
"You're welcome," she replies with a giggle. "You realize this is our first conversation in English right?"
"Yeah," I say and nod my head. "All our others have been in Spanish!"
"Uh huh," Sabrina said.
There was a moment of awkward silence until I quickly stood up from the counter.
"Did you want a drink?" I ask quickly.
"Oh, yes please," she said.
"What would you like?" I ask her.
"What does Carly have?" she asks me.
"Wahoo Punch, Iced Tea, Ginger Ale… oh and Pepi-Cola…" I reply.
"I think I'll have… the Ginger Ale," she said.
"Okay, coming right up," I say.
I grab two glasses out of the cupboard, and get the bottle out of the fridge. I pour the ginger ale into the cups and set them on the counter. One in front of Sabrina and one in front of me then I walk over to the fridge, and place the bottle back in there. I notice her gazing at me, as I make my way around the kitchen.
"You seem to know where everything is around here," she said, smiling.
"Oh, Carly and I have known each other for four years, you get used to her kitchen," I reply with a warm smile.
She takes a sip of the drink slowly and I also take a gulp of ginger ale-I never really liked the taste of ginger ale, and my mom makes me drink it to keep up my health or whatever. It's supposedly very good for you.
"So you and Carly have been together?" Sabrina asks in a innocent kind of way.
The question makes me do a spit take and slightly choke. When I recover from my near death experience I look at the girl opposite me and smile.
"Just friends," I say simply. "I love Carly like I would my own sister-if I had a sister…" I take yet another gulp of my drink.
"What about Sam?" she asks.
Again, I do another spit-take and this time I actually choke on the bubbly liquid caught in my wind pipe. This time, Sabrina is jumping off the stool, running around to where I was sitting and slammed her hand onto my back, hard. With one huge cough and splutter, Ginger ale spills all over the counter.
"Are you alright?" Sabrina asks me, concerned.
"Yeah," I say, but find out my voice is kind of croaky from the violent choking and coughing. "I'm fine."
"Good," she said. "So, are you going to answer my question?"
"What question?" I ask.
"You told me Carly and you are good friends, but what about Sam?" Sabrina asked me.
"Oh that question," I say nervously. "Well… Sam and I… it's complicated."
"What's so complicated about Sam?" Sabrina asked.
The question echoed around in my head, and made me think back to all the times when I had felt like either strangling Sam or kissing her. When I met Samantha Puckett for the very first time it was… you know… this is a story worth telling…