It was midnight and Carly and Sam were half asleep, watching Girly Cow. Sam was resting her high tops on Carly's lap, while Carly sat in deep thought. Spencer had gone to bed, and Freddie was in his apartment. Sam was sleeping over because her mom had just bought a new bikini (Extra Mini) and Sam couldn't bare the thought of that woman prancing around the house with ALL the windows open.
"Want some fruit water?" Carly asked. "I'm so thirsty."
"Nah, got any Wahoo Punch?"
"Uh, yeah we do…" Carly replied, getting up and moving Sam's feet.
"Hey! Don't move my feet!" Sam pouted.
"How am I going to get the drinks?" Carly looked at Sam like she was crazy.
"Oh yeah…" Sam said tipping her head down slowly. She was embarrassed at how stupid she looked.
"O-Kay…."
Carly walked into the kitchen, and rummaged around in the refrigerator. She grabbed two Wahoo Punches, and one fruit water. As she made her way back, she tripped on one of Spencer's putty spills; he was doing a new sculpture of a big Wahoo punch for Sam. She wanted to put it in her room and have it filled with Wahoo Punch whenever it ran out. This way, she wouldn't always have to waste little bottles. Instead she would have to spend all her money on filling the punch bottle up.
"Ahhh!" She screamed.
Sam was still fixed on the TV and didn't notice Carly or her screams. She kicked her high tops off and one hit Carly on her forehead.
"Owww…." Carly moaned.
Sam twirled one of her blonde curls around her finger and pulled her legs in for warmth. Suddenly, she felt a hand reaching up to grab her leg. With the great reflexes Sam had, she swung her fist and kicked her legs. This time, Carly yelled in great pain and Sam finally noticed.
"Carly what are you doing on the floor?" Sam asked. "And where's my punch?"
"Sam!" Carly yelled.
"What?
"HELP ME!" Carly said exasperated.
"Oh. Right." She said.
Sam got off the couch and helped Carly up.
"Where's my drink?" Sam asked after Carly recovered.
"Sam!" Carly exclaimed.
"What?"
Carly just shook her head and pretended to fall asleep. She heard a squeak of the couch, and figured it was Sam getting up to get her Wahoo Punches. As Sam sat back down, she heard another squeak and pretended to snore. Sam looked at Carly with disgust and slurped her punch down in two seconds flat. Sam rubbed her stomach in satisfaction.
"Mama likes…" Sam burped.
Suddenly Carly's phone rang. Carly was eager to answer, but that didn't. Sam grabbed the phone out of Carly's pocket. It was Gibby. Sam felt her heart flutter.
"Why is he calling at 12:34?" Sam thought.
She answered the phone with pleasure.
"Hello?" Sam said.
"Carly?" Gibby asked.
"NO! This is Sam…"
"Ahhh!" Gibby exclaimed.
"Whatcha need Gibster?" Sam asked happily.
"Nothing! Nothing at all…" Gibby said, eager to hang up the phone.
"Well you called for something." Sam said, her anger rising.
"Nothing! I swear Sam!"
The phone clicked off and Sam sighed.
"Gibby…" She cried to herself.
She hugged her arms to her chest and cried herself to sleep. Carly didn't even look over to help. And it wasn't because she was a bad friend, it was because Sam was crying silent tears.
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