AN: Okay so yeah I've read the reviews and yes I'll be giving a description of Nate in the next chapter in Carly's pov. Other than that not much to say as of now so without further ado chapter four.
Chapter IV: Awkward Views I
Sam's POV
"Spencer. Why are you in the vent again?" Carly asked.
"Well you see I was hanging up my art work in the studio and then I started hearing something. And long story short, I got stuck in the vent. Now can you pull me out of here!" said Spencer.
"Okay don't get your panties in a bunch." I said. After sliding some butter on the vent I grab his legs and plucked him right out of there.
"Oh yes freedom!" Spencer yelled while scratching his butt.
"Good and since your hungry we can start making those spaghetti tacos!" Carly exclaimed.
"Oh good! I'll get started on it!" Spencer said running out of the room.
"So?" Carly asked.
"So?"
"How was the trip to Freddie's?" Carly asked with that annoying high pitched voice.
"Eh. He wasn't there."
"Someone seems disappointed." Said Carly with a devious grin on her face.
"Whatever Shay. (Music(I'm Nerdy and I Know It)Music) Oh well speak of the nerd! He's calling me." I announced. I picked up my pear phone.
"Hey Freddifer, where you at now? We're having tacos tonight."
"Oh cool ahh, well I'm with…. A friend!" A friend. What the hell is he doing with this friend?
"A friend?" I said. "Tell Freddie to bring his friend over!" Carly stated.
"Ahh I don't think it's a good"
"Ehh just hurry up. Mama don't wait for no one especially for food."
"Okay. But umm.. Everything's alright over there right?"
"Yeah yeah. What's up with him? Just get your butt up here already."
"Okay. Bye Sam…"
"Cya." I put my phone back in my pocket.
"So Freddie was out with a friend huh?" Carly asked.
"Yeah." I huffed out.
"Seems like someone is little jealous as well." Carly said. Maybe a little..
"Oh come one nothing going on between me and Freddie!" I argued.
"Really Sam? You know what admit it, you care for him. Or at least I know you look at his butt
."
"I don't!" I shouted
"Shhhh lying spoils your appetite! Lets go make some tacos! I'm sure that Freddie's 'friend' would like that." Carly said as she skipped off towards the kitchen.
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Nate's POV
"Would it be possible to see all six bodies doctor?" I asked.
"Ah sure though I don't see the point in it, but help yourself to it. I'm going to get some dinner, It's not everyday we get mutilated bodies." The coroner proceeds to open all six drawers. Each drawer he pulls out I see bodies that were brutally beaten with multiple stab wounds all over.
"Anyways I'm gonna go grab some dinner now."
"Yeah right." Why are all coroners weird.
I look around at the six bodies laid before me. Upon closer inspection each body had slits each placed at the same area. One slit on both the wrist and ankles. The final piece was the two slits located underneath the left eye. Wait where is?
"You son of a bitch! Where the hell are you now then?" I said with a smirk on my face.
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Freddie's POV
"Okay. Bye Sam…."
I just can't get Sam. I mean yeah I've been thinking about her ever since that kiss, but she just so Sammish. I mean sometimes when we're alone together she's like my best friend but in front of everyone else she just completely blocks me out. Sometimes I wonder why I even hang with her. I mean I can't say because of Carly since I rarely spend time alone with her. God why does this have to be so complicated. And to top it all I have Nate here! And if I know Sam she'll try to find out who Nate is. I rather not drag her into this mess.
"Hey I'm back. Let's get going. I was thinking I could crash at your house." Nate said as he started up the engine.
"Hey. What did you find… Wait, what at my house?"
"Yeah it's not a problem is it?" Nate asked.
:Uhh I guess not. But why?" I asked.
"Because the I'm afraid of the hotels here." He stated
"Afraid of hotels, really?" I asked sarcastically.
"You don't ask stupid questions then I won't give you stupid answers."
"Point taken."
"So what's for dinner."
"Spaghetti tacos." Oh shit.
"Spaghetti tacos? You sure you don't smoke weed. Sounds like you do."
"What no! My neighbor makes them." Oh what the fuck am I doing?
"Neighbor huh? Wait that brunette girl right? Oh maybe I might get the chance to meet that blonde girlfriend of yours."
"What no wait! Aren't you worried about them finding out?"
"Worry? I impersonate government officials on a regular basis. Now where do you live?" he asked.