My eyes flickered open, and I gasped as I remembered the events of last night. Sam falling. Ambulance. Freddie crying. Me crying. Spencer distressed. Me in Freddie's arms. Wait, me in Freddie's arms? No! Not right! He is Sam's Freddie, not mine! I'm not taking Freddie from Sam. Would never, ever, take Freddie from Sam. I twisted out of his embrace, and tip-toed to Spencer's bedroom. I knocked softly, but nobody came to open it. Spencer must already be out with Socko or something. I turned around and decided to fix me and Freddie some breakfast. His mom would still be at the hospital, or with Sam's mom, or at work. I wasn't going to send Freddie back to an empty house. Not with all the pressure he's under right now. I opened the fridge, and tried to find something edible. Obviously Spencer hadn't had a chance to go shopping after Sam's last kitchen raid. I reached up to the top cabinet and pulled down a cereal box.

"Fiber Nuts it is, then." I said quietly to myself. I reached into the fridge again to get some milk, and set it down onto the countertop. I heard footsteps behind me.

"Hey, Carly. Sleep alright?" Freddie said groggily.

"Okay, I guess… you?" I replied lightly, and pulled out some bowls and spoons.

"Fiber Nuts?"

"It's a quality cereal!" I tried to lighten the mood. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a better explanation.

"Sam finished off the bacon and eggs." I explained.

"Ah." Freddie nodded. "Um, Spencer left a few hours ago to see if Sam is okay…"

"Oh." I looked away. Why didn't Spencer wake us up to go see Sam as well?

"Well, seeing as there isn't much edible food here, why don't you put the Fiber Nuts away and we can go get some normal food, save Spencer a job." He offered.

"Um, sure, do you wanna get changed at your place?" I was taken aback by his offer. Why would Freddie offer for us to go together? I bet I was the last person he wanted to talk to, after last night and my rant.

"I left my keys in my room…" he said sheepishly.

"Oh, not a problem. Sam taught me a few lock-picking skills. I told her not to, but she said 'I may need it in the future'. Guess she was right, huh?" I laughed at his expression. He looked so goofy when he was embarrassed. "C'mon." He followed me out the door. I knelt by the lock on his apartment door with my hair –pin poised for action.

"Uh, Carly, wait." He looked at his feet. I got up and leant against his door.

"Yeah?"

"I, uh, can we, after I mean… go to see…" I could see tears in his eyes.

"Oh, Freddie, of course we can. Please don't cry, please don't." I pulled him into a hug. "Don't cry, Freddie. Everything's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay." I said into his shoulder.

"You know how I feel about her." He replied.

"I know, Freddie. Come on, get ready, and we can go out and forget about everything for a little while, alright?" I pulled away and knelt by his lock. He peered over my shoulder in anticipation. He doesn't think I can do it!

"You don't think I'll be able to do it, don't you!"

"Noo…."

"Freddie…"

"Okay, I don't think you'll be able to pick the lock… I mean… y'know." He looked at his feet again.

"Alright then. If I can pick this lock, you'll have to pay for half of the shopping today. And if I can't, I have to be your personal slave for the rest of this month." I challenged.

"Deal." He shook my hand, and leant against his apartment door. Suddenly the door burst open and left him sitting on the ground, rubbing his head. "Ow."

"Uh, yeah, ow!" I helped him up. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm thinking we should have checked to see if the door was open before we you tried to pick the lock." He laughed, and walked into his apartment.

"Don't forget your keys!" I called.

"I won't!" he called back.

I bounced down the stairs, wearing a pink singlet and my favourite Denim jacket. I wore black jeans, because if I wore my blue jeans, I'd look like some 80's freak or something, all decked in denim. Freddie was sitting on the couch, watching one of my Girly Cow DVDs. He turned when he heard me coming down the stairs, and smiled at me.

"You ready to go?" he got up and leant against the door. Thankfully, this time it was locked.

"Yep, but I think that we need something to eat before we go." My 'motherly' instincts kicked in. Seriously, I was the one who was taking care of Spencer all these years, not the other way around. I grabbed a couple of Fatcakes from the cupboard and tossed one to Freddie.

"Fatcakes?"

"Yeah, sorry. I said we only had the basic necessities, didn't I?" I ripped open the packaging and took a baby bite of Fatcake. It had been so long since I'd had one of these, I'd forgotten how delicious they were. Freddie had already devoured half of his.

"C'mon, let's go." I hooked my bag off the edge of the couch and made my way to the door. "Okay, we can either walk, or get a taxi. Walking gets tiring, but a taxi costs money."

"How about we take the lift to the lobby, then we can walk there, and we take a taxi home because we'll have heaps of bags. We drop off the bags here while the taxi waits for us, and then we go see Sam?" he suggested brightly. Only half an hour ago he was totally depressed. What happened?

"Uh… sure…" I spun around, pulling Freddie with me. I lead him into the waiting lift.

We were walking down the street behind Bushwell Plaza... silently. I decided to break the ice by asking him the question that had been bugging me for so long.

"Freddie, you seem so… happy! What happened in your room?" I looked at him questioningly.

"I… uh… I got a text from… Sam." He said finally.

"Sam! But you aren't meant to have phones on in the hospital! Oh, Sam." I rolled my eyes. "Could I… see the message?"

"Sure, Carly… it's nothing personal, really." He pulled his phone from his pocket. The first thing I noticed when he handed it to me was the call history.

"Nevel Papperman?" I exclaimed.

"It's a really, really long story." He turned red.

"You don't have to tell me, then… on second thought, I do actually want to know."

"What are your theories, first?" he laughed.

"Are you in cahoots with Nevel Papperman?" I asked seriously. To my surprise, he burst out laughing.

"What?" I tried to keep from laughing too. Obviously, laughter was contagious.

"Cahoots." He shook his head, and chuckled under his breath. "Just… just read the message."

"Okay then," I went to his message box, and found a recent message from Sam. I showed the phone to Freddie. "Is this the one?" I asked. He nodded.

"Read it out." Freddie said.

"Okay, um, it says 'Hi Fredbags, I'm doing okay, just broken and bruised. Hope you and Carls come to visit me soon. Sam." I couldn't help but smile. Sam's okay? Sam's okay! I threw my arms around Freddie.

"Sam's okay!" I shrieked. I felt his arms around my waist. It felt nice. "Oh, Freddie, she's really going to be okay! I was so worried!" I pulled away, and looked at him. He stared back. It wasn't awkward or anything, us staring at each other. After a few seconds, I wondered what to do. I blinked, and suddenly I didn't feel like me anymore. Freddie's face was right there. I remembered that time when we dated that he asked me to kiss him one last time. Well, this time I was going to. I leaned in and quickly kissed his lips. Suddenly I felt like me again, and I pulled away immediately.

I kissed Sam's Freddie. I felt horrible. Tears sprung to my eyes. My stomach felt sick, and I put my hands over my face.

I kissed Sam's Freddie. I was really such an awful person. My best friend was in hospital, and I kissed the one guy that she had feelings for.

I kissed Sam's Freddie.