Breaking Point
"SAM! You have got to tell him! He does not deserve to be treated like that!"
"Carl's, I knew it was a mistake to tell you. I can not tell him like that!"
"SAMANTHA PUCKETT! You will let him know what is going on this instant! I mean RIGHT NOW! That boy is my other best friend; I won't let you treat him this way!"
"ALRIGHT SHEY! FINE!"
Sam grabs her phone from the coffee table in the front room of Carly's apartment. Opens it, types for a moment, and sends a text message.
"PUCKETT! Tell me you didn't just text that to Freddie!"
"Well, yeah… I did, happy now Carly?"
"Sam… That's just awful, texting something like this. Why do you do things like that? Does he even know where you are?"
"Yeah, I told him I was here. What's the big deal? I did what you asked, I told him, OK?"
Suddenly the door flies open. Freddie Benson looks… annoyed?
"What the hell, Puckett? You think you can just get away with this." He said while holding up his cell. "You say this to my face, damnit."
"No." Sam says while getting up from the couch.
"DAMNIT SAM! AFTER ALL YOU MEAN TO ME! YOU THINK I'LL LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS WITH A TEXT MESSAGE?"
Sam sighs… "Alright Freddie, I love you. I truly love you. Ok?"
"Thanks" he murmured into her hair.
"Welcome" she mumbled into his chest.