Hi! Well, I was true to my word. I'm up (surprisingly my older sis is up too) and typing. Not as early as I thought, because this morning I got up late (about 10:30) and then I told my sister about my dream (which took longer than usual) and now I'm here.

On with the show!

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Carly.

And Jonah.

On the bed.

Making out.

Yikes!

Sam's eyes widened and she stepped back (as far as her injury would allow her). Carly, instead of looking sheepish and awkward, she rolled her eyes and said 'Excuse me?'

'Carly?' Freddie said. 'Y-you and Jonah?'

'Can I help you with something?' Carly said with as much rudeness as she could muster.

'I-' Sam stammered.

'Come on, J, let's go.' Carly grabbed Jonah's hand and flounced out of the room.

Freddie helped a still shocked Sam over to the bed and sat down next to her.

'Heavy.' He commented on what they'd just seen.

'Yeah...' Sam chewed her lip. 'I don't like it. I know she's been acting weird lately but she's gonna get hurt.'

'I know. Should I go and talk to her? I mean, if you don't mind being on your own for a sec.'

'I'll be fine. Josh has some cool magazines up here. And Carly needs talking to.'

''Kay, see you in a minute.' He leaned over and kissed her cheek before leaving.

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'So, Carls, where do you wanna go now?' Jonah asked, peeved off that his makeout session with Carly had been interrupted.

'What?' Carly was busy formulating a plan in her mind. 'Oh. Um, no, go away.'

'What?'

'Go.'

Jonah stalked off, muttering. Carly pouted and looked around, stuck for ideas.

'Carly?' a voice said behind her.

Carly lashed round to see Freddie standing there, looking sheepish. 'Oh! Hey Freddie,' she pouted, batting her eyelashes (a/n: slag. Whoops!). 'What's up?'

Finally, he's coming round! She thought triumphantly. Making out with that scuzzyhole Jonah paid off! Here we go, time for the big love confession!

'Can I talk to you for a minute, please?' he looked slightly worried.

'Yes, absolutely.' Carly grinned.

Freddie took her hand and led her into another room where they could talk. He was worried about her, ever since he and Sam had gotten together she'd been acting weird, but now, making out with Jonah – whom she'd always expressed her hatred for – was totally out of whack.

Once in the room, which was next to the one Sam was resting in, Freddie sat down on the bed.

'I'm not sure how to start...' he said first, looking anxious.

'Just... say what you want...' Carly lisped, tilting her head to one side.

'Okay...' Freddie started. 'I don't think you should be making out with someone like Jonah.'

Carly tried to look innocent. 'Why?' she pouted.

'Because his type... they're not good people. I'd hate to see you get hurt.'

'Are you sure you're not just jealous?'

'Huh?'

'We all know you love me, Freddie. Show it a little more...'

Carly leaned towards Freddie......

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Sam sighed as she glanced at the clock on the set of drawers next to the bed. Freddie had been gone ages...

She got up off the bed, stepping gingerly on her injured leg, and hobbled out the door. Looking around, there was no sign of Freddie, until she heard familiar sounding voices coming from the room next to her.

Curious, she poked the door open to see Freddie and Carly sitting on the bed.

'We all know you love me, Freddie.' Carly was saying. 'Show it a little more...'

Then she leaned towards Freddie...

She kissed his lips, which stayed pursed shut. Then just for a second, his lips puckered, as if he wanted the kiss.

Sam had seen enough. She ran out, not caring about her leg anymore, just wanting to get out.

She didn't see what happened next...

Freddie suddenly realised what he was doing... Carly kissed exactly like Sam. Sam!

He pushed her away quickly, getting up and running out. He poked his head round the door of the room that Sam had been in, but it was empty. He grabbed a passing kid.

'Have you seen Sam?' he asked frantically.

'Yeah, she was just running crying out of here.' the kid said.

Freddie let out a grunt of frustration as he tore through the house, hoping to catch Sam before she could get far. He spotted a blonde head by the doorway, and although he was looking at her back, he could tell she was crying, trying to hide her tears. He caught up with her.

'Sam!' he grabbed her shoulder. 'Please!'

'No!' Sam said turning to him, the tears in her eyes making her look unrecognisable. 'Shouldn't you be getting back to Carly?' There was angered sarcasm in her voice.

'Sam, let me explain!'

'No!'

Sam slapped Freddie hard across the face and left. Tears sprang to Freddie's eyes, not at the pain of the slap, but at the fact that he knew Sam had really meant it. He had royally screwed up.

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There we go. I tried to make it kind of exciting, but yeah. I wasn't actually meant to be doing ANYTHING today. I just planned to sit down, forget my homework and catch up on Hollyoaks/Hollyoaks Later.

Hollyoaks Later is just amazing. This evil dude died last night. He was like "I love you Steph" and then he died. Yeah. If you can guess the name of that dude (it begins with N) you get a present.

Speaking of presents, it is 6 days 'til my birthday!

Speaking of presents, it is my dad's birthday today.

Speaking of presents, I must get my friend a birthday present.

So much for doing nothing, right?

Charz out

(P.S: I posted a new one-shot today called Praise Be the Cheese, check it out please!)

Xoxox