"Sam, I'm sorry."

Across the room from Carly's bed, Sam sat on a beanbag. In her hands was some magazine that she had been reading – or at least pretending to read; she had been staring blankly at the same page for almost an hour. Glancing up from its glossy pages, Sam arched an eyebrow in the direction of a very groggy Carly. She let out a laugh at the sight of her friend with bags below her eyes, smeared eye makeup and a large knot of hair on the side of her head.

"You look attractive," Sam replied mockingly. She watched as Carly turned to read the alarm clock next to her bed. It flashed one in the afternoon and Carly released a tiny squeal, "I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what?"

Carly made a face of surprise, as if it should have been easy. Almost as if she were afraid to admit, she whispered, "For getting… wasted. I swear it will never happen again. Did I totally ruin your night?"

"It certainly wasn't you who ruined it," Sam muttered under her breath, and when Carly asked her what she had said, Sam quickly smiled and said, "Of course you didn't. You were quite a sight, slumped over in between two sunflowers. I would have taken a picture if Dawn hadn't been so damn against it."

Placing a cool palm on her forehead, Carly fell back lightly onto the bed. Her neck felt as if it couldn't support her, suddenly, very heavy head. She wanted to brush her teeth, for her mouth tasted like a mix of booze and alcohol, but she was too nervous to get up on her feet just yet. Carly felt dirty and tired and sick… her first real hangover. Oh yeah, she told herself silently, I am so never letting this happen again.

"So what was his name?" Sam had turned back to her magazine, but was grinning slyly with the question.

Carly let out a laugh. "Callum, Callum Flannigan. He was so incredibly hot, yet so incredibly dim. He thought Laos was a modeling company."

"What's Laos?"

Not bothering to reply, Carly instead said, "You should have seen me wedged up between him and the fence. There was no way I could have moved from where I was, so I thought if I wanted to be able to tolerate him I would just drink a little more than usual."

"Or a little more than usual," Sam put in. "So did you guys make out?"

Carly frowned, trying to remember. "I think I recall the disgusting taste of a smoky, weed-flavored tongue in my mouth. Ugh, I hate not being able to remember things. I swear this will never happen again."

"Weed-flavored tongue? Ew, you just made me vomit in my mouth. My God, Carly Shay I am surprised with you. That will be a night to remember… if you can remember any of it."

Carly had found the bird-nest knot on the side of her head and sat up in an attempt to untangle it with her fingers. Without meeting Sam's eye, she asked slowly, "So did you kiss anyone last night?"

"Nope."

"Oh." Carly tried not to frown at Sam's quick, dull answer. She waited a moment before continuing, "I decided to text Freddie and let him know we were both at Dawn's. Did you see if he ever showed up?" Sam shook her head, now staring intently at something she had suddenly found in the magazine. Carly responded again with a simple Oh, and for a brief moment Sam thought she sounded disappointed.

Sam jumped down the stairs into the Shay kitchen. Carly had decided to take a shower so that she may freshen herself up, leaving Sam no other choice but to raid their fridge. A blast of cool air hit her face as she opened the fridge door, and Sam scanned it eagerly. There was certain there was nothing she enjoyed more than eating. After some thought, she grabbed onto a jar of strawberry jam, then made her way to the pantry to grab a bag of Tostitos.

"Good morning Sam," a rather gruff voice said from behind her.

"I think you mean good afternoon," Sam corrected Spencer as she turned around to face him. He surprisingly looked a lot like Carly at that moment, with dull, tired eyes and brown hair that stuck up as if in a frantic state. "Looks like you had a party last night," Sam said mischievously. "How's Fatti?"

Spencer smiled thinly. "Anna," he told her tensely, "Fattianna."

"What?" Sam pouted jokingly as she dipped a chip into the strawberry jam, "Was your date with Fattianna not as great as you had hoped. Carly told me how your eyes went all crazy when you talked about her and your plans for your hot date."

"No, of course Fattianna was great," Spencer exclaimed, "but the date was…"

"It sucked?" Sam suggested, and Spencer nodded quickly.

"Yeah, the hotness was at a seriously minimum." He paused, squeezing his lips together in thought. Finally no longer able to hold it in, he burst in a whisper, "She brought her brother!"

Sam's mouth dropped open. "She brought her brother on your date? That's just weird."

"And painful!" Spencer almost cried. "But it gets worse. Halfway through our tour through our non-romantic walk through the gallery, she gets a call on her phone informing her that some pipe had burst in at home in her apartment. Fattianna decided to leave me with her brother while she went to check it out, but then four hours passed before she finally called me."

"Four hours, wow." Sam, completely engrossed in Spencer's amusingly disappointing date, popped a few more jam-covered chips into her mouth.

"Fattianna said that her brother couldn't come home that night because there was water flooding through his room and she asked if he could spend the night here while she tried to get the problem fixed."

"You didn't let him stay here, did you?"

"I had to!" Spencer squeaked. His face had gone so red that Sam was afraid he was about to pass out just from the memory. "It was so awkward. He doesn't even like art; he's all about school and education." They both made a face at this. "I didn't know what to say to him because he clearly found it weird that I was dating his sister."

"Please," Sam rolled her eyes, "there's no way you could have called last night a date."

"It doesn't matter! All I know is that my night was completely ruined by… ANDERS! Hey, how are you doing, buddy?"

Spencer had turned around just in time to see Fattianna's brother, Anders, appear from the guest room. Just at once glance, Sam found Anders awkward as he stood a few feet away from the kitchen counter. It was as if he were afraid to approach either of them. He was about the same age as Sam – tall and lanky with wisps of blonde hair. His clothes were a wrinkled mess, showing that he had had to sleep in them.

"Hi," Anders replied after a moment. He forced a smile onto his face, although it was clear he wished to be anywhere but in a strangers house. The whole scene was terribly amusing to Sam, who enjoyed watching Spencer's eyes shift back and forth as though he hoped it would help him come up with something to say.

Finally, he exclaimed loudly in one run on sentenced, "Well it was nice seeing you again hope you slept well I'm going to have a shower stay with Sam she'll keep you company!" He skittered away, disappearing into his room.

"Hey!" Sam cried out angrily, but Spencer was gone. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes onto Anders. He was watching her as if he were expecting her to do something. When it became clear she wasn't going to say anything, he said slowly, "So are you Spencer's sister?"

"What? No, ew!" Sam cried, "I'm his sister's best friend. Carly's upstairs having a shower." Narrowing her eyes, Sam shook a finger at him and added, "Don't go getting any ideas now."

Anders held up his hands defensively. "Don't… don't worry. I wasn't." His large brown eyes fell down to Sam's hands, which were dipping a Tostitos chip into the jar. "You eat chips with jam?" he asked in surprised.

"I'll eat anything," Sam replied with a lazy shrug.

"Well, I do that too; I eat chips with strawberry jam all the time. Everyone thinks it's completely weird of me."

"It's not that weird," Sam pointed out. "It just tastes like salsa, only sweeter."

"Exactly!" Anders replied as a grin, a real grin, spread across his face.

Sam stared at his grin fondly, for it made a funny, lopsided shape. She then averted her eyes, thoughts whirling around her head that caused her eyes to light up. Licking her lips, she said, "You know what Anders? I'm going to do something I rarely do and share my food with you. Would you like some chips and strawberry jam?"

Anders grinned again. "Sure," he said as he approached her, boldly adding, "and why have you decided to share your food with me?"

"Dunno," Sam said with a shrug. Meeting Anders' eye, Sam allowed her closed-lip smile to slowly crawl across her face before quickly dropping her gaze in a bashful, girly way. Anders didn't know Sam well enough to realize she was making a spectacle out of herself, although Sam most certainly did. She didn't mind though, because it seemed that Sam had come up with a plan.