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CARLY'S POV
After me and Gibby got coffee, I went back to my dorm. Gibby said he already told Freddie and Sam we got something on our own, so I didn't bother texting Sam. I came back and found her in her bed, curled up, eyes shut, in the same clothes she was wearing when we met up with the boys by the fountain.
I didn't think much of it, I mean, Sam likes her sleep. There was a knock at the door. I rushed to open it so I didn't wake Sam, even though I knew she could sleep through a herd of elephants.
"Hello? Oh! Hey, Freddie." I smile as the familiar face on the other side invites himself in.
"Hey, I thought Sam was looking kind of sleepy, so I offered to let her come back and sleep and I would get up breakfast." He holds up a large in-n-out bag. "There's one close to campus, and you know how much she likes their breakfast sandwiches."
"With extra bacon" I say, grinning, and step aside to let him in. "I'll wake her up."
"No, uh, don't bother. She can eat later."
"Don't be silly, she would get up for food!"
"Okay, well I have some things I gotta do. So I'll see you around." He says, making a hasty exit, nearly crashing into Melanie on the way out.
"What? Why are you here?" He splutters, looking at all three of us as if he were confused.
Sam's eyes flutter open. "Oh, great. What are you doing here?"
Everything is silent, as if we didn't know which one of us she was speaking to. Until she spoke again.
"Did you come to apologize for that little stunt you pulled?"
"Sam, I don't see why I have to apologize for that. It was an honest joke!" Freddie said, looking at her.
"It really freaked me out Freddie. It made me think things that I don't wanna think."
"Oh, well how nice of you. You know, I'm not that bad of a person, but apparently you are, because A, you can't take a joke, and B, even when you thought it was real you couldn't open your mind to it a little!"
"Well it's not my fault! Can you even picture that? Picture us…" She suddenly became very aware that we were watching her. "…together?"
Silence.
"No..."
"Well… Me either. That's why I reacted the way I did. Seriously. Don't pull that ever again, and I might forgive you."
That's when I intervened. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who pulled what, where, why did it involve you guys dating, and why is Sam so upset about it?"
We hear a door slam in the hallway. Zoey appears.
"Oh… Bad time? Meeting? I uh, I don't know how you guys work over here. It's just, Quinn's asleep in our room, she came back all upset and it's only eleven AM."
"No, Zoey. You can stay. Sam and Freddie were just about to explain something." I turned to my friends. "Talk."
"Freddie got Gibby to act all weird like he liked me, and when I went to confront him about it and he acted like it was actually true and he really freaked me out and I didn't like it at all because he's not supposed to like me and that's just how things work!" Sam explained quickly, at the same time Freddie was saying
"Gibby acted all weird for whatever reason and Sam jumped to conclusions and thought I had a crush on her and she asked me and I started joking around and I pretended it was true and she freaked out and it was totally unnecessary!"
Melanie and Zoey just looked at them both, shocked. I shook my head and turned to Freddie.
"You should have considered how Sam would react to your joke, especially considering she's not the 'jokey' type, and Sam, you didn't need to freak out. Okay? Now… make up."
My two best friends were quiet for one whole long minute. Finally, Freddie turned to Sam.
"I'm sorry."
She smiled at him.
"I'm sorry."
They hugged. It was adorable. I mentally aww'ed. Afterwards, Zoey decided we should play truth or dare. Sam and Freddie threw that one right out the window, so we ended up playing would you rather. Sam and Freddie were lying on the floor, with their heads together, and every now and then one of them would whisper to the other. Sometimes I wonder if they even notice. Hmm.
Lola came in a few minutes later and joined us.
"Sam," Lola started, "Would you rather… eat ice cream made entirely of frozen puke and milk, or… kiss Freddie?"
Everyone's eyes widened. Freddie looked at Sam, Sam looked back.
"Well, I'm not eating puke ice cream. So, uh… Yeah."
"You have to say it."
"What?"
"You have to say which you would rather do. Not which you'd least like to do."
"Ugh. You guys know though."
"I'm not sure I do."
"Fine! I would rather kiss Freddie!"
"Then do it!"
"That was not part of the deal!"
Lola shut her mouth and smiled. Sam could tell she'd already gotten all she needed.
I turned to Zoey. Maybe it's about time I gave Sam and Freddie a little break.
"So, what exactly are you and Chase?"
"Us? We're friends."
"Ha!" Lola yells out of nowhere. "Lie if I've ever heard one!"
Melanie piped up. "Yeah, I remember when you guys dated."
"You dated?" squeals Lola
"No! We were just pretending to get Trisha off Chase's back." Zoey says, motioning to Melanie.
"Sorry I was such a problem by the way. You're not even gonna remember the way I acted last year." Mel says apologetically.
"No problem, really."
"Have you guys ever kissed?" Sam asks, looking at Zoey intently. She's shifted to leaning up against the bedframe next to Freddie. He nudges her elbow.
"Sam!"
"What?"
"You don't ask that kinda stuff."
"Why not?"
And with that, the two started chattering uncontrollably, yet making the argument seem like an idle conversation, until Lola speaks up again.
"Wait. Have you two ever kissed?"
The conversation stops but they don't look away from each other. They look like they're thinking if they stay quiet and don't move, she'll drop the question.
"What?" Sam says quietly.
"You heard my question. Have. You. Two. Ever. Kissed?"
Sam and Freddie exchange glances, trying to figure out whether or not to lie, I bet.
Sam finally looks up to Lola and replies, "Nope, never."
Everyone is quiet for a minute. We all exchange looks with every other person in the room, until Lola somehow comes to a conclusion.
"She's lying."
"What? How did you- NO I'm not!"
"How did you know?" I aksed.
"It was simple. Melanie told us she doesn't like to lie, and she tried not to make eye contact. It was hesitant, like she was afraid she would spill something but she did. Carly, You mostly looked at Sam and Freddie, which you wouldn't be doing if it was the truth."
"How do you know?" Sam cuts in.
"Because, she'd want to see how we reacted to it, instead of watching your reactions. I think she wanted to know if Freddie would crack. And Freddie. You showed definite signs of cracking, I could tell the moment I looked at you. The moment she said it, actually. You looked at her with these eyes, it was obvious. Sam, you didn't show many signs at all, looked me right in the eye, straight face, and you didn't look at Freddie once. Good job."
Sam looked satisfied, while we all looked guilty.
"So, how was it?"
"I am not getting into this with you guys. I'd rather go hang out with Gibby again."
"Hey, we could go play pool."
"You, me, Mel and Carls? Good idea, let's go!"
Sam and Freddie walked out.
"Sorry guys, my best friends call to me." I say, smiling. Zoey and Lola file out, and Melanie and I go play pool with Sam and Freddie.
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