Sam and Freddie pulled apart, staring intently into each other's eyes. Sam would've given anything in the world just to know what he was thinking at that moment.
"Aaand we're back!!" announced Griffin as he arrived with Carly.
"And we have French fries! Who doesn't love a good, deep-fried potato?!" Carly asked enthusiastically.
"Sorry we were gone a little long. I had to unhinge her from that stupid game, Pak Mouse…"
"Okay, one: that's Pak Rat. Two: You can insult my favorite game in the world but I can't poke a little fun at your dorky hobby?" She asked while fixing her messy hair.
"Sam doesn't think it's dorky!" He defended himself, putting his arm around her. She just chuckled nervously.
"Fries!" Carly yelled hastily. "Take one as a peace treaty?" She offered and he accepted.
"How 'bout you, Browneyes?"
"Thanks, Beautiful."
"French fry, Sam?"
"If you insist," Sam said, taking the entire basket.
Carly rolled her eyes, "Just eat them one at a time," She sighed, "They're hot."
"Just like you," Freddie nudged her.
"Aww, Freddie," Carly leant in to kiss him, but Sam could not put up with this anymore. So, she did the only thing she could think to do.
She dropped a bowling ball on his foot.
"AAAaaoooooowwwww!!!!!!" Freddie screamed.
"Yeahh, that was right in my ear," Carly winced.
"Oops, slippery fingers…" Sam held her hands up, "Ate a stick of butter before I came here, sorry." She trusted they'd buy her lame excuse.
Freddie was still groaning in pain, "Carly, can we get me to a doctor or hospital or something? I can already feel my toe expanding my shoe!"
Carly cringed, "Okay, I'll call Spencer outside..as long as you don't put any more disturbingly disgusting images in my head."
"No promises," Freddie said, as she walked him out.
"Ick. Carly and Freddie together – now, that's a disturbingly disgusting image."
Griffin watched as they left, before turning back to Sam, "Soo, um, what do you wanna do? We could..play another game? Oh! Or we could head back to my place and do all the stuff I'm gonna tell my friends we did anyway!"
"…Ew," She shook her head, "Look, Griffin. You seem like a sweet kid. You've got nice hair and uh…ear lobes..? And even though you don't wear Polo Black cologne you still smell relatively fresh, but I just don't think this is gonna work out. Sorry."
"Is this about my Pee Wee babies collection?"
"No, it's not you…it's me." Sam turned to leave, "I'm gonna take a cab home."
It wouldn't stop raining that night. Maybe God was crying for her. She only wished all the water pouring down could wash away the horrible memories she had of "Browneyes" with "Beautiful", or maybe the pain in her gut that just wouldn't go away…
She knew Carly could never love Freddie the way she did. Or at least need him the way she did.