Finally, the next chapter of "Unwanted Company"!

It took me a while to get this through; being in year 12 is not the best thing to be doing when you want to write fan-fiction. :L

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iGet Blindsided.

After they had gone to the movies, Carly and Brian decided to go to the Groovy Smoothie, get two Strawberry Splats to go, and head back to the apartment. They took their dedicated elevator up, but the entire time, Brian couldn't stop thinking about how odd he'd been feeling with Carly. When the two of them were out today, there were so many opportunities where he could close the distance. Like, wrapping an arm around her when the movie got too suspenseful, or coming in contact with the perfect skin on her hands, but when those moments came up, all he could think about was how he used to do these things with Katie, and how that just ended up crashing and burning. It was almost as if he was… scared. The elevator slowed down and and the pair of them stepped out to see that Spencer had come back from his paint-ball "date." His short hair had traces of yellow and orange paint in them, and the way he completely drained his cup of Blue Ice Tea told Carly that something went wrong.

"What happened?" she sighed.

"Maria broke up with me." he lamented.

Carly summoned the best faux-surprised face that she had, in her heart, she knew that it was bound to happen.

"Whatdidya do?" asked Brian sympathetically.

Before he answered, Spencer trudged himself over from the kitchen to the couch, and collapsed onto it, clutching a pillow.

"I may have… kinda… shot her several times… while we were on the same team." he mumbled.

"Oh, Spencer." she said, pitifully.

"Yeah…"

"At least you didn't shoot her in the eye." Brian said, reassuringly.

An awkward silence fell between the three of them. Spencer looked up at Brian, with a look that said there was more to it that a simple 'I know.'

"Dude. You didn't shoot her in the eye did you?"

"…twice."

"Spencer! See, this is why we never let you sculpt with paintball guns!" Carly reminded him. "You have horrible aim!"

"I know." he acquiesced.

Knowing how Spencer would get in times like these, Carly took Brian aside to the foot of the staircase and warned him about what was about to happen.

"Spencer's going to be depressed for the next two days or something, so we just have to stay right away from him." she noted.

Brian said nothing, he just nodded his understanding, and glanced at Spencer's huddled form.

"Hey, what's wrong? You've been acting all wonky today." she asked Brian, concerned.

"Nothing's wrong." he lied.

If his feelings were the sun, that lie was the sparse cloud-cover that hid them. It seemed that Carly could sense something that was concealed, because her eyes squinted in suspicion. She never got to delve deeper than what was being shown though, because Mrs. Benson came knocking through the door.

"There you are Carly! I just wanted to stop by and let you know that Sam's twin sister's in town." she announced, quite redundantly.

"Uh, Mrs. Benson, not to be rude, but we knew that." said Carly, with Brian nodding his agreement.

"Well, that's good, because she came by today asking about Sam! I told her it was no harm if she went to Angel Lake to vis-"

"YOU WHAT?" Carly shouted, in complete disbelief.

She's going to ruin it!

Meanwhile, over in Sam and Freddie's lakeside cabin, Sam angrily stood clutching the wood of the door, finding it hard not to slam the door on Melanie's smug face.

She's got some kind of nerve showing up here.

Upon hearing her voice, Freddie had come up behind Sam, to see who was at the door. To Melanie's delight, he still wasn't wearing a shirt, and his entire upper physique was revealed.

"Hi there Freddie…" she flirted, twirling a finger in her brown ponytail.

"Ugh, really Melanie? I'm right here. Your little plan didn't work. How'd you get here anyway?"

"Freddie's mom told me where you were. I told her that I was visiting and I had a gift to give you." she smugly replied.

"Well, unless you actually have a gift…" started Freddie.

"And it better be fat-cakes!" Sam added.

"then, you're just going to have to leave." he demanded.

Then, something happened that neither Sam, nor Freddie expected. Melanie started laughing. It wasn't a crazy laugh, but it was getting there. No, it was more of a "I've got something up my sleeve." cackle.

"No. You're going to leave Sam." she announced.

With that, she gestured a hand towards the door. Peering outside, they saw one deep yellow taxi, and parked behind it, under the shade of a tree, was a police car. Needless to say, Sam's heart naturally quickened when she saw it, and it raced even more when she saw two State Police, a tall tan man, and a shorter caucasian man, make their way towards her.

"Officers, she didn't want to give the money she took back to me." Melanie lied with a slight grin.

Instantly, Freddie put himself between Sam and the police, at least if they were going to detain her for something she didn't do, he'd go with her as well.

"Look, Officer, we didn't take the money okay? But because we know that we're innocent, we'll go with you okay?" he defended. "At least let me put on a shirt, and get her some pants okay?" pointing out that Sam was standing there in her underwear.

Surprised by his chivalrous behaviour, Melanie began to protest.

"What? No! Freddie, you didn't do anything!" she exclaimed.

"Neither did Sam." he stated, as he walked back to the room, one of the officers trailing him.

When Freddie got to their bedroom, he walked over to the two adjacent bags that lay open on the floor at the foot of the bed. Quickly, he grabbed a maroon shirt that was neatly folded in his bag, and a pair of black skinny jeans that Sam had stuffed in hers. He donned the shirt, and folded the jeans. Looking back at the doorway, he saw the officer waiting patiently for him. Deciding against taking him on and grabbing his gun, he walked out of the room.

"Hey, you, uh, dropped this." called the caucasian officer following him.

Freddie turned around to see him holding out a folded piece of paper.

"Oh, yeah, it must've fallen out of her jeans." he said as he took it, and slid it into the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. The texture of the paper felt… familiar to him, but he didn't have time to read it now, so he continued to stride towards the door.

"Freddie! You're making a mistake! Officers, Sam took the money! It was just her, not him! Don't do this Freddie, she's not worth it."

He didn't make any acknowledgement towards her, just pushing past her as he handed Sam her jeans and clasped her hand.

"Sorry, ma'am, but if she did steal that money, he's counted as an accessory." the tan officer said.

The couple were led across to the car, in their hearts they knew they'd make it out of this, but Sam was already on edge and her mind began running out a million possibilities of what could happen to them. Melanie had already had the nerves to call the cops on her, if she would do that, then what else would she do?

Freddie opened the door for her, and the two of them slid into the back seat of the police cruiser. This was a rare occasion for her, not riding in a police car, but the fact that she felt anxious. If she were a hero, then her sister was her kryptonite. In hindsight, their mother sending Melanie to boarding school was a good thing, because it kept them out of each others business. Having her sister around had an effect on Sam's mind, making it worried and generally scared for what she'd do to her. There was nothing more that Sam hated than to be feeling anxious, because it meant that she had no control over what could happen. The only thing that comforted her as the car lurched forward, was Freddie, he kept a steady arm around her as she wiggled into her jeans, and made sure that Sam knew that he was there.

"We didn't do it, so we're going to get out of this, alright honey?" he whispered into her ear, caressing her hand.

"Maybe. We will if my darn sister gets up and leaves us alone, but something tells me that's not going to happen anytime soon." she responded, surrendering to the deep safety of Freddie's chest.

"Oh yeah, this dropped out of your jeans." he remembered, plucking a folded piece of paper from his waistband.

She took it from his hand and opened it.

Sam,

I know that we're broken up, but I've been meaning to say something to you for a long time… I want you back Sam. I don't care about the differences we have, because when I'm with you, I'm just glad that I can make you smile. In any way. Even if it's when you give me a royal fizz-bin, or when I trip over something, or because I made you a ham and mustard sandwich. You know I call that the Princess Puckett special? It's true. Every time I see anyone eat ham and mustard in the same sandwich, I think of you. I know that giving you this letter would be a long shot. You're fine with being frienemies, I get that. In fact, I'm pretty sure you stopped reading at 'we're' back on the first line. In case you didn't, in case you miraculously kept reading this. Samantha Puckett, I still love you. Right now, I'm getting the feeling that you won't return them. I already forgive you for screaming in my face, telling me to get out of the way. But I needed to let you know. It's not going to change. If you give me another chance, let me in, I promise to never leave you, or hurt you. Cause I love you.

Instantly she knew what this was, and she was certain that Freddie did too. It was the note he was going to give to Sam when they'd broken up for the first time.

"How'd you get this?" he asked, with no hint of unpleasant surprise in his voice.

"Carly, she gave it to me when your mom took you from me. It was the thing I held onto, I suppose." she revealed.

The outside scenery changed from a forest road, to the on-ramp at the highway. The radio buzzed with chatter, and in the front of the car the two officers were just minding their own business as they drove down towards Seattle. Gently, Freddie took the letter that he intended to give to Sam all those months ago, and started to read it.

With his own new twists to it.

"Sam, I know you know this, but I just want to say something to you." he paused for a moment, making sure she was listening intently. "Whenever I'm with you, it's like I'm home. There's nothing more that I'd love than to make you smile everyday of your life, even if it's because I tripped over something, or because I genuinely said something funny. I love that your eyes light up whenever you see bacon, or a Princess Puckett Special. I love the way your locks of blonde hair fall around your face. I even love the way you swing around a butter sock! So, if by some miracle, you haven't fallen asleep in my arms, I just want to tell you, I lo-" Freddie was cut off.

Violently, the police cruiser swerved, as if hit from behind by another car. The officer at the wheel managed to keep the car steady. Freddie and Sam swiveled their heads to meet the face of their would-be assailant.

"Melanie?" Sam screamed.

At that moment, the deep yellow taxi that Melanie was now abusing surged forward into the police cruiser, her face twisted in an incomprehensible anger. The sound of crunching metal filled their ears as the car slammed into the barricade. The last thing the both of them felt was their seat-belts tightening around their chests.

Then it went black.

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