Chapter three! :D And good news! There is probably one or two chapters after this. It all depends...lol. (: This one is mostly dialogue, but still interesting and important to the story!

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A few minutes later Carly and Sam were entering Carly's apartment. Freddie had separated and ducked into his own apartment rather quickly, much to Sam's amusement. He was still fuming over what happened at the grocery store and he made up some lame excuse that his mom needed him to help her move furniture. Sam had outwardly rolled her eyes at that, but inwardly she could picture Freddie's muscles flexing…that determined look on his face…his pecks clenching under pressure…

Sam made a beeline for the fridge, leaving Carly to juggle the grocery bags in her arms and shut the door with her foot. "Oh, I'm fine." Carly said sarcastically, following her friend to her kitchen. Sam looked up from the chicken leg she'd just pulled out of the fridge and looked innocently at Carly.

"Sorry Carls." She mumbled through her food. Carly scoffed and set the bags down onto the counter.

"You should apologize to Freddie." Carly began putting the various groceries away while keeping her eye on Sam the entire time. Sam gave her an incredulous look and snorted.

"Why?" Carly sighed and rolled her eyes, only slightly disgusted as Sam began ripping meat off the bone of the chicken leg.

"Why? Because you practically robbed him of his innocence." She paused when Sam shrugged her shoulders, "In public. In the middle of a parking lot." Sam looked away from Carly and began picking at her chicken which aggravated Carly even more. "Sam? Are you even listening to me?" Sam looked back up at Carly.

"What's the big deal? It's not like I raped him…" Carly clicked her tongue, thankful that she hadn't done that and that the store manager had come along to rip them apart.

"Pretty dang close." Sam laughed and shook her head.

"You can't rape the willing, cupcake." She took another bite of her chicken leg, "And he's definitely willing." She muttered, a smirk growing on her face. Carly made a disgusted face as her mind called up the mental picture of a few hours before.

"How do you know he's willing, Sam?"

Sam smirked, "Trust me, he's willing." Sam's eyes twinkled as she made eye contact with Carly and nodded, "His friend doesn't lie." Carly grimaced.

"Sam! That is so gross." Sam's eyebrows arched in amusement.

"Is it?" Carly's eyes opened wide, her jaw dropping slightly as her friend eased around her, heading into the living room to plop down onto the couch.

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A few hours later Carly was sitting on Freddie's couch, awkwardly picking at a loose string on the bottom of her shirt. Freddie sat beside her, looking intently at her, waiting for her to announce the reason she'd come over at nine PM on a school night. Carly looked up at him and took a deep breath, "Now, I want the truth, and the whole truth, okay?" Freddie eyed her cautiously, but nodded anyway.

"About today…in the parking lot…" His eyes popped open as he realized where she was going with this.

He cut her off, "Carly, before you go any further let me just clarify that I did tell Sam to stop. More than once actually, but she wouldn't stop." Carly gave him a confused look so he continued, "Ever since she found out that I liked her she won't quit, Carly!" Carly giggled at his outburst, which gave Freddie his turn to be confused. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, Freddie." She met his eyes and instantly sobered and the awkward aura came back into the air, "Uhm, but seriously…" Freddie opened his mouth to cut her off once more, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Let me finish and then you can talk." She had a brief moment of courage and she was going to use it before she lost it again. Freddie's eyebrows knitted together, wondering why it was so important to talk about what had happened earlier that day, but he nodded nonetheless.

Carly stared at him for a moment before she crinkled her nose in confusion, her head tilting slightly to the left, "Wait? I thought you liked her?"

"Yeah…I do." Freddie stated slowly.

"Then why did you tell her to stop?" Freddie appeared to be caught off guard by her question. A smile broke out on his face and he laughed humorlessly.

"Why?" Carly nodded in confirmation, not that Freddie needed it to continue, "Because it is so obviously a trick." Carly began to say something but he talked over her, "Think about it Carly, she showed no interest in me whatsoever and then she finds out I like her and she can't keep her hands off me." He huffed, looking down at his hands. Carly took a deep breath.

"You may have said no, but Freddie?" Her voice cracked and wavered slightly which caused Freddie to look up. Carly gulped and continued, ignoring the blush that rose to her cheeks, "Did your body say yes?" Freddie's initial reaction was confusion.

"What do you—." He stopped short when he realized what she meant. "Oh." He swallowed hard. "You talked to Sam, didn't you?" Carly smiled a small smile and nodded.

"…Sort of." Carly continued, "Look Freddie, it's no big deal. It's a natural reaction. I mean, it's not like you have any control over what your," She paused for a moment, averting her eyes downward, "body reacts to."

"Oh yeah, because I get turned on when I'm attacked by a blonde demon." Freddie rolled his eyes, looking straight ahead and not at the girl sitting cross-legged beside him. This was awkward enough.

"But it was Sam." Carly stated softly, looking down at her lap, and fiddling with the ring on her finger. Freddie sighed and looked at her.

"So? She attacked me in a public parking lot! Sure, yeah, I liked the position we ended up in, but…" He stopped talking and looked away, his face turning red. Carly leaned toward him slightly, her hair falling over her shoulders.

"But what Freddie? We've been friends forever. You can tell me anything, you know?" Freddie searched her face for a moment, finding nothing but sincerity there.

He sighed, "Fine. I'll tell you why I told her to stop," He paused, "But only if you swear you will not tell Sam." Carly nodded.

"I swear, Freddie. Just between us."

"This whole 'crush' thing with Sam is scaring the living hell out of me. It's different than it was when I had a crush on you." He met her eyes for a moment, "Back then it was like a puppy dog crush. I had barely hit puberty but now, this with Sam? It's strong, Carly." He took a deep breath, "I guess I told her to stop, you know, touching me because I liked it."

"Well, duh. That's usually how it works." Carly butted in. Freddie smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

"I mean, I liked it. A lot. Maybe too much…" He glanced over at her, "Getting the picture?"

"Yeah, but Freddie, so what if you like it. It's normal. And it's kind of obvious Sam wanted it since she initiated it." Carly sighed, eyeing Freddie, "I just don't know why you're scared. So you have a crush on her? Did you ever think maybe she liked you too?" Freddie scoffed at her.

"I don't want to be played like a fool, Carly. I know Sam and there's no way this isn't a trick." Freddie remained set in his decision Sam was only out to get him. Carly rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Alright, Freddie whatever you say." She smiled knowingly at him as he looked up at her. "I better get going. It's late." Freddie stood as well and nodded. He walked her to the door and opened it for Carly, pausing to give her a quick hug goodbye.

"Goodnight Freddie." She paused and looked him in the eye, her look completely serious, "You're wrong about her." With that she ducked across the hall and into her own apartment, leaving Freddie to stare after her, even more confused than he was before. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he turned and went back into his apartment, shutting the door with a 'click' behind him.

Chapter three. Whoo! Hope you enjoyed it! More juicy stuff will come next chapter!

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