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Carly's POV
OK, so I had no idea what I was going to do. I knew I had to do something. And by now I realized, any secret they've ever kept from me (which is only 2, or, 2 that I know of) has to do with THEM, you know, they're relationship. I was just so shocked and surprised at that point (like I had just seen a ghost threaten me, or something), wondering what I was going to do about it. Because I couldn't just not do ANYTHING. What? I'm so NOT overreacting! OK, imagine your bestest guy friend and bestest friend in the whole wide universe kept keeping secrets from you. Yeah, not cool, is it?
Why couldn't they just tell me stuff? Why, because I get overstressed in some situations? Or is it because they are embarrassed? Maybe even a little bit of both? It didn't matter because I was not only get them to admit it to me, but I was also going to get them back…
I decided I should relax for a little while, think things through before I went over them and started my plan. I had a good one though, too. I was so excited to start it, that I wanted to knock on their door, right then, right there. But we had just started relaxing. They would know something was up…
When I thought I should go get them to go walking again, I knocked on their door. Sam answered. "Guys want to go outside again, explore the destiny Rome awaits us?"
"Hey, Carly," Sam said, "And, sure, why not?" Now that I was actually doing it, I felt nervous. And kind of guilty. I mean, I wanted them to admit it to me, and I felt a little revengeful, and, well, they kept keeping secrets from me, and lied to me, but…they ARE my best friends. I was about to crack up laughing right there because it was just so weird how I couldn't wait for this moment to happen, and then all of a sudden want to go back to my room. But it wasn't THAT funny to overpower my nervousness. So, I did what Sam would probably do:
I ignored my conscious and did it anyway.
"Cool," I said, "Call Freddie, maybe he could come to."
"Yay," Sam said, pretending like she was happy, which she was, but whatever. Freddie, we're going out, want to come?" She shouted over her shoulder.
"Yeah!" He called back. "I'm coming!" He walked over to the door.
"Well, come on, let's go!" Sam exclaimed, as she started walking out the door. We followed her as we went out of the hotel.
Rome's slight breeze and hot air got me out of my thoughts for a minute. It was enjoyable, and very relaxing. I loved the heat. The sun's bright light just made all the clouds go away! The rain just…well, didn't. So why did I love living in Seattle? Beats me. But I do!
OK, now back to Sam and Freddie. Should I still do this? I thought. Yeah, I should! No, I shouldn't…yes, I should! Best friends don't do this to each other, and they're going to have to learn that the hard way! And that's basically how I made my last and final decision. Anyway, we were walking, trying to find a place to just hang-out at, when I set my plan in motion. "So, Freddie…can I ask you something?" I started. Ha! This going to be so hilarious! I thought, laughing in my mind. Not out loud. I learned how to be an amazing actress in Drama class at Ridgeway Middle School. "Sure," he said, simply, not knowing what was going to hit him, "What?" OK, this is when I got a little nervous. Poor Sam. This is the only way I could think of at that moment that would get them to either,
Tell me.
OR
Learn their lesson.
OR EVEN
BOTH.
I hoped it was C. as I said, Would you…maybe wanna go out sometime?" They were both in shock. Obviously I could tell by their faces. Sam looked shocked and hurt while Freddie just looked plain shocked.
And I can't say I blame him, either.
I mean, out of nowhere, a girl who he's loved and got rejected from practically his whole life had a total and complete right to be shocked. It could've been in the Bill of Rights. Not literally, but, yeah.
After that, Sam pipped up, "You can't, you can't go out with Freddie?"
"Oh?" I said, waiting for the truth to come out of her mouth like a spit take. "And why not? I mean, you're not going out with him, are you? Because I would totally understand if-"
"No! Pffft! No! Pffft!" She hesitated. "Pffft! Go out with this nerd? Please!" She waved her hand in a motion to exaggerate the "Please!".
"Sam, is there ANYTHING ELSE that happened in Rome while I was gone? Couldn't be, since you're my BEST FRIEND and would tell me ANYTHING!" I started to shout, it becoming harder and harder to act.
But apparently, they were totally oblivious still.
Sam and Freddie hesitated.
OK, even if I DIDN'T know, they, well, needed work with Mrs. Young, Drama Teacher or Ridgeway Middle School.
Freddie sighed. "Just tell her."
"But-" Sam said, sort of like a 4 year-old would say to his mother because he didn't get one of those BIG lollipops.
"She'll understand. She understood the kiss, right?" He turned to me. "Didn't you?"
"Yes," I nodded, "But…what is going on?"
Sam sighed. "Carly…" She started to say, still a little bit hesitant. "Me and Freddie, well, ARE kind of…" She paused and looked at Freddie, turning more hesitant again. "Going out."
"Really?" I faked, and then turned into my original self again. "Well, maybe next time, I won't have to find out by hearing you guys talking privately."
They glanced at each other. "Wait…" They said, surprised. But not as surprised as before. This was my time to gloat. My planned worked, and I think they finally realized that it's hard to keep secrets from me. First the kiss, then the whole Antonio thing, then them going out…and that's when I started to think…
What kind of best friends are they?
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