It's been about three or four weeks since Freddie and I studied for our Chemistry test together. It's been three or four weeks since I realized that I have feelings for Freddie again.
Real feelings, not fake feelings for someone because they saved you from being crushed by a taco truck, true, pure feelings. And it's not going good so far. I've been trying to keep my feelings from Sam, and trying not to look too happy to see Freddie whenever he comes over.
It's been a tough couple of weeks to say the least.
I haven't been able to think straight at all. I keep trying to tell myself that I shouldn't be crushing on Freddie that he and Sam could still be trying to get over what happened between them but I keep finding myself glancing at him more often and touching him more. Not hugging or anything like that, but grabbing his arm or hand more.
By the way, Freddie doesn't seem to mind. Not that I'm noticing or anything. I've really got to stop noticing things. It's not right to crush on your best friend's ex-boyfriend. I'm Carly Shay I know what's wrong and what's right.
"Sup Carls," Sam yells, slamming the door behind her. Again her eyes sparkle as she comes walking towards me with a large soda in her hand.
"Hey Sam, where have you been," I ask bringing out a pitcher of my "Special Lemonade." I still don't understand how no one ever wants a glass of it. I think it's really good. Sam takes some raw bacon out of the fridge and sits at the table.
"I was just with Gibby discussing some things about the restaurant. We're thinking about expanding it. New furniture I have a cousin who can get us it all for free. It will be good." Sam says smiling; showing her nice, white teeth. It's rare I ever see her really smile.
"That's nice. You seem to be getting along with Gibby a lot better now," I say trailing off. Sam automatically senses this and sits up straighter narrowing her eyes at me. I smile my innocent smile at her.
"What are you getting at Shay?"
"It's nothing. It's just that you have been spending a lot of time with Gibby lately and…" I say trailing off again. Even though I'm trying to figure out if Sam still has any type of feelings for Freddie, I also want to know if she does have anything with Gibby.
"Well you've been spending a lot of time with Freddie," Sam shoots back with an icy tone in her voice. Her blue eyes pierce into my brown eyes, uh-oh. This isn't going the way I wanted this conversation to go. My stomach drops down to my knees and guilt overwhelms me. Sam isn't stupid at all. I should already know that. She can also see what's going on around here.
"Sam-," I start to say but she cuts me off.
"No Carly. You think I don't know what you're doing," Sam asks, getting up from her chair and starts slowly walking towards me. "Everyone thinks I'm stupid, but really I'm not, and you should know that Carly. I know you like Freddie! Whatever, go out with him what do I care? We didn't just date four to five months ago," Sam exclaims standing right in front of me. Her blue eyes are no longer the blue I know. They are almost a dark blue, which scares me a little. I try backing up away from her but I run into the desk.
"Don't hurt yourself, Carls," Sam sneers at me. "You can stay, I'm leaving."
"No Sam! Don't go," I yell as she heads towards the door.
"Hello fellow iCarlys," Freddie says walking in grinning but stops as he sees Sam about to storm past him, he blocks her and grabs her hands. This action stops me, the old Freddie would have ran out of Sam's way before I could blink, but instead he stops her.
"Whoa Sam, what's going on," Freddie asks as he captures her hands again as she tries to get out of his hold. She snarls at him when he doesn't let go.
"What's it to you Freddork, go make out with Carly for all I care! I know you want to! Don't even try to deny it. You ALL think I'm so stupid, but I'm NOT," Sam exclaims loudly look right into Freddie eyes. As soon as Sam says my name Freddie automatically lets go of her but still blocks her from the door.
"Sam it's not what you think," Freddie says softly, almost too softly that I can't hear him. By now I'm standing behind the desk, something tells me I shouldn't be here, but I stay where I am. For about ten seconds Sam stops struggling and look up into Freddie's eyes. They gaze at each other and I see Sam start to lean in, and then Freddie leans in! Right when I think they are going to kiss she kicks him in his knees, flips him over into our coffee table, smashing it to pieces.
"Ahh," Freddie yells out in pain as Sam sprints out the door so fast I don't have time to blink. Quickly, I go over to Freddie to help him up.
"Oh my god, are you ok," I ask Freddie getting him up onto the couch. He doesn't say anything for a while until he says to me,
"We need to talk."