April 18, 2013. Day 379 of the Creddie Relationship
She loved Freddie. She really did. And he loved her. She knew he did. He had told her countless times how he loved her full lips and chocolaty eyes. He prized her dark gently curled hair. He was everything she had ever wanted. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else. But then why did Carly Shay feel unhappy? She just couldn't put her finger on it. As the two of them sat on the plane, hand in hand, Carly thought what the future held for the two of them. She thought of returning home to Seattle. What would it be like? Would Sam be there? She hadn't heard from her best friend in a year. Of course, she knew that was partially her fault. She was the one who ignored the calls that came everyday, until they stopped coming. She was the one who had listened to 400 messages and hadn't replied. She was the one who stole Sam's guy. Somewhere kkdeep down, she knew she was guilty. Not even a month after they broke up, she fell in love with him. What kind of best friend does that? She did. It was her weakness. Always having the best. She was jealous. Jealous that she didn't have what Sam had. She knew it was wrong. It was wrong to take him from her. And now, it had torn them apart, because of one tiny mistake she made. Carly Shay was a criminal in her own mind.