Yello!
So I have been up all night, and am just posting this now!

Forgive me. I'm foolish.

CARLY'S POV

We walk back to Brenner hall with Zoey, Lola and Quinn, and they point things out the whole way.

This place is beautiful! And I don't see why everyone complains about Logan all the time, he's pretty cute.

Either way, I just know I'm going to like it here.

When we get back to our dorm, someone else's bags are on our floor.

"Your third roommate." Zoey explains.

"Yeah, I'm guessing she'll be back soon" Lola says, looking around.

"Whatever" Sam replies, flopping down onto the bottom bunk.

"We'll always be across the hall!" Quinn chimes.

"Yeah, hey, if you'd like, we can get you guys p tomorrow, show you around to your classes, and maybe get some breakfast?" Lola smiles. I really like these girls!

"That would be awesome!" I say, then drop my voice to a low whisper "But you should let me wake Sam, it'd turn out better."

"Uh... Okay." Lola says. "We'll be over tomorrow at seven."

"Great, bye!"

Soon, the girls leave and I get out my laptop to email Spencer, while Sam plays on her pearpod.

Then the door opens, and in walks a very familiar girl.

"Melanie?" Sam and I say at the same time, both in disbelief.

"Oh, hey guys. Listen, don't call me Melanie, okay? Could you call me Trisha?"

That name seems familiar...

"Wait, you're Trisha Kirby?" I ask.

"Oh, you've heard." she looks worried.

"Heard what?"

"Nothing!"

"Mel... We're you a bad girl?"

"No... I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, I think you do! Melanie's a bad girl, Melanie's a bad girl!"

"Sam, shhh!"

"Oh, this is great! Perfect little Melanie is really the baddest girl at her little boarding school!" Sam smirks. "You're just like me."

"Okay, so when I had to register here without mom's help, I thought how weird it would be if I wasn't little Melanie. So I changed my name on the forms and became a bad girl for a while."

Sam and I just stare at her.

"Okay. I'm going to re-register here as Melanie and be a good girl. Promise. Soon everyone will know that Trisha was a joke."

"Whatever." Sam yawns. "So you'll be rooming with Carly and I?"

"Yeah, won't that be fun?"

Before Sam can open her mouth, I cut in.

"Yeah! Tomorrow we can introduce Melanie to Zoey, Quinn and Lola!"

"Wait, why were you 'Trisha Kirby' anyways?"

"Because. I didn't want everybody at PCA to think Melanie is a bad girl, I didn't think I'd keep doing it. So I chose a fake name. I can still be a good Melanie this way!"

"Uh huh." Sam says slowly.

"Anyways," I cut in, "It's totally awesome that you're going to be living with us." I chirp, smiling.

"Yeah... Great." Sam mutters. I elbow her.

"Hey, didn't Freddie come here also?" Melanie asks.

"Yeah, what of it?" Sam snaps.

"Ooh, struck a nerve, did I?" Melanie walks over to me, as Sam walks away from her, sitting on the couch.

"I guess, but I'm not sure why" I whisper back.

"Sam, what's wrong? You seem so upset..."

"I..." She hesitates. "I'm just so sick of hearing about Freddie! Freddie this, Freddie that. It's annoying! I go here too, anyone remember that?"

"Sam, I'm sure if you just took a chance and made a move, he'd like you back. You should try it." she pulls Sam into a sitting position.

She pulled Sam onto her shoulder and rubber her arm.

"Am I missing something?" I ask.

Sam, suddenly aware I was in the room, snapped her head up.

"I don't like Freddie! Gross! That nub? Mel, is your head okay?"

Throughout all this, Melanie just watched her.

"I would never like him! That would ruin everything. We could be together!" Sam speaks quickly as she throws he suitcase onto the floor, pulling it open and dropping armfuls of her clothes on the ground, as if some kind of nervous habit.

She realizes we're watching her and quickly seizes a pair of black sweatpants.

She walks to the corner of the room and pulls them on, shrugged off her jacket and crawled into bed (which I had put sheets on for her) without another word.

Within five minutes, Sam is out cold. Melanie and I just get ready for bed.

"I'm not tired yet. Let's just talk. I've missed you!" she smiles.

We sit on the couch and talk for about ten minutes before I have to ask.

"So, Sam told you she likes Freddie?"

"Well, no. Not intentionally."

"Huh?"

"Let me show you something." She walks over to a sleeping Sam.

"Sammy?"

"Mmmm?" Came her sleepy response.

"Who are you dreaming about right now?"

"F..."

I looked at Mel. She gestured to look back at Sam.

"Fffreddie..." she murmurs.

"You like him, don't you?"

"..."

"Sam?"

"Yes..."

Melanie had to cover my mouth to muffle the squeals of joy.

There you have it, folks!

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