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Sam's POV

I woke up early, unfortunately, with something poking my back. I froze. Something. Poking. My. Back. Carly was a girl, and I didn't go to bed with a random guy… so, what's the deal? I thought only guys woke up with… well, whatever's poking me! Breathe Sam, breathe. Just casually turn over, and see what's going on. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I turn over, slowly, because I can still hear Carly snoring softly on the other side of me. I keep my eyes closed, and just try to relax. I'm kind of scared to open my eyes. Wait? WHAT? Sam Puckett is not afraid of anything, except maybe whatever is now poking my stomach. I cautiously crack open one eye, looking down at what ever is poking me. Oh my god… it's in Carly's shorts! Breathe, don't freak out. Carly can't fall asleep with out a penis and wake up with one, but she always did get up before me, never showered with everybody else during gym, and always turned down Freddie when he asked her, him, out. Maybe… oh god, it moved. Wait, I thought these things weren't supposed to move? I'm so confused, and the fact that it's poking my thigh isn't helping me think clearly. Maybe if I wake up Carly… yeah, that's what I'll do.

I nudge her shoulder, but nothing. "Carly? Wake up Carly… it's time to get up cupcake," I coo, hoping I won't have to get water. That's when I notice the big flaw in my 'Carly has a penis' plan. The thing in her shorts is poking me in the thigh, but she's facing the door, or the same way I am. I need to get her up, NOW!

"Carly, you need to get up now, it's an emergency, something's wrong," I say very loudly.

"What? What's wrong?" she said, sitting up in bed like she struck by lightening. "Carly, can you promise me you won't freak out," I say slowly.

"Sam? You didn't wake me up to tell me there's no more ham right?" she asked, yawning half way through. "No, that's not it. Carly, you're not a boy, right?" I ask, just incase I was right. She looks at me with the 'really?' look, and says, "Sam, don't you think I would've told you if I was a boy." I shrug.

"Whatever, can I go back to bed now?" she asks, but I shake my head.

"Carly, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and it's going to sound very wrong and weird, but just go with me, okay?" I ask, as she nods her head. "Okay, stand up with me, and, well, grab your butt," I say, with a serious look on my face.

She looks at me weird, but complies with me. She stands up when I do, and reaches both her hands behind her and grabs her butt. Her eyes widen, and fear spreads all over her face. "Sam? Is this some kind of joke? What did you do?" she asks, trying to figure out what was going on. "I swear on all the ham in the world that I didn't do… wait, do you have a tail?" I ask as I see a dark purple snake-like thing float behind her. She gulps, and shrugs with a sheepish smile on her face. Wait a second. Carly has a tail. There is only one, make that two, ways to get a tail. Number one, you get surgery, in which case you are insane, or number two, your best friend wishes on a star that you would grow a tail, thinking that it wouldn't happen. "Hey Carly, funny story. See last night there was a shooting star, and I wished that you had a tail, and hey, guess what? You have a tail!" I exclaim, gesturing to her behind. She sighs. "Really Sam? I thought you knew that those things never come true. I mean come on, you really expect me to think that I really have a tail, and that I got it from you making a wish on a star?" she asks, with her hands on her hips. I nod, and stare at her tail. She notices. "Sam! Stop staring!" she says, blushing slightly. She puts her hands out in front of her, palms up, and her tail lays it's self across them. She stares at it too, and plays with it. She stokes it, and giggles. "What?" I asked.

She smiled. "It tickles," she says, smiling. I look from her to her tail, and gesture with my hands. She shrugs, so I take it as a yes. I hold my hands like she had, and she directs her tail into my hands. It feels like a finger, with no bones, but just as sturdy. It shines too, like it was just waxed or something, despite the fact that it is covered in beautiful dark purple hair. I wish that I had wished for a tail instead of Carly. I sigh, and I see Carly look over at the clock. I look over too, and see that it is almost 7. We have to leave for school soon.

"Hey Carls?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"What are you going to do about the tail?" I ask, wondering how she'll hide it. I saw her eyes light up. She went over to her closet, hurriedly, and grabs a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knees and cuffs. She takes the jeans over to her desk and grabs the scissors from the third drawer on the right. She flips the pants over, so she can she the butt of it, and measures her tail with her finger, drawing a circle on the butt with a marker. She cut the hole in her jeans, and took off her short. She jumped into the pants, and maneuvered the tail into the hole in her pants. She zipped herself up, and looked in the mirror, and turned around smiling.

"There," she said, "now I can say that it was one of Spencer's new sculpture ideas, that he accidentally made it and can't duplicate it, and he gave it to me." I admire her ability in making up the story, and agree with her on it.

We finish getting dressed, and go down for some breakfast before Spencer drives us and Freddie to school. When Spencer sees Carly's tail, he just sighs and continues making breakfast, like he was expecting this to happen. Expected this to happen… wait! If Carly has a tail, then that means that Freddie likes me and I won the principal for a day contest. I smile all the way to school, knowing this day is going to get interesting…

Freddie's POV

It's so weird. Sam has been smiling at me since we got in the car this morning, and Carly's looking nervous, and is shifting in her seat. "Carly?" I ask knowing she never lies.

"Yeah Freddie?"

"Are you okay? I mean, you look kind of uncomfortable, like you're sitting on something," I say, and Carly starts giggling.

"What's up with you today Carly? You're acting kind of weird," I say, looking from Carly to Sam, who looks like she's about to fall apart laughing. "Hey Freddie, you're open-minded, right?" Sam asks.

I give her a confused look. "I mean, you believe in the supernatural, like ghosts, dragons, wishing on stars," she lists off quickly. I stare at her. Don't she know better than to say stupid stuff like that. Everybody knows that there are no such things as ghost or dragons, and wishing on a star is stupid, and it never comes true.

"Sam. Do you really expect me to believe… is that a tail!!!" I scream, pointing at her headrest, which is now lined with a purple-y, moving, tail-like thingy.

Sam puts her hand on my arm, and I look at it. I think this is the first time that Sam has ever laid a hand on me without hitting me, or slapping me… actually without abusing me physically at all. I look up at her, and her eyes are just so blue, I can't help but stare. And her lips are moving. Her full, pink, juicy, moving… wait, moving? Moving means talking! "…so don't freak out, okay?" Sam finishes. "What? Sorry I wasn't listening, can you say it again? Cliff notes maybe," I offer, and she roles her eyes.

"Okay, so last night I made a wish on a star. I wished that Carly would grow a tail, and that I would win the principal for a day thingy, and guess what? Carly has a tail," she says hurriedly. Carly has a tail. Okay, I can deal with that. I am a mature young man, totally capable or dealing with the fact that my best friend has a tail. I snort, and then I burst into giggles. I couldn't help it.

We had finally gotten to school by the time I had recovered from my fit, and I am finally realizing that Carly has a tail, and I'm not laughing. We walk down the halls, and Carly keeps getting stares at her swishing tail, but she hold her head high, and keeps walking until she gets to hers and Sam's lockers. I already had all my books, so we just make our way over to our first class together.

"Attention student. We have a quick announcement to make before classes. Every one knows about the on going contest, in which the winner will be a principal for a day. We will be having the draw very soon, just after the bell, after announcements. Peace out dudes," Principal Franklin says on the PA, while the entire student body shivers. "That guy has to stop trying to be cool. I mean, it's just… uhhh," Sam says, shivering. She's so cute when she shivers.

We get to class just as the bell rings, and we hear principal Franklin on the PA system.

"Attention students, we actually have no announcements today, so we are just going to go on with the draw. Okay, here we go. I'm reaching into the bucket, here we go, and… where's the drum roll," we hear muffled on the PA. Sam stands up, and walks towards the door.

"Samantha Puckett, you go and sit down this instant!" Ms. Briggs cries. Sam smirks. "Sorry Briggs, but I'm going to get called down to office pretty soon, so…" she trails, tapping her fingers on the door and waiting for Principal Franklin to get his drum roll.

"Ahh, there we go. And the winner is…" he says as there is a drum roll, "Sam Puckett! Sam Puckett? Oh boy. Okay, Sam would you please come down to the office so we can talk. Oh, and have a great day everybody."

Ms. Briggs stares at Sam, but she only smirks and leaves. Ms. Briggs is so out of it, she has to sit down and fan herself. We burst out laughing. If Sam actually won the contest then the teachers are going to have hell to pay.

We go through the rest of the day quite smoothly. Nobody says anything to us about Carly's tail, although, I did see a couple of kids snickering in the hall about it, so I just asked Carly really loudly what she thought Sam was going to do for her principal for a day thingy, and it shut them up. Other than that, the day was perfect. Sam beat up on me as usual, but I've grown to actually like it, probably because it's the only way she'll actually like me.

Sam walks home with us, for a change, and we go our separate ways when we get to our apartments. I walk in and see my Mom, as usual, sitting at the kitchen table, with her head in her hands, and she's mumbling. "Mom? Is something wrong?" I ask as I put my bag by my room.

"Freddie, am I too overbearing on you?" she asks, looking miserable.

Wow. Wasn't expecting that one. Wait, wasn't this what I wished for? If she's going where I think she's going with this, this is going to be good.

"Well… yeah Mom, you kind of are. You get me bi-weekly tic baths, cleaned my ears while I was sleeping, and you won't even let me shave," I list off. Mom gets a really pained look on her face.

"Freddie, I'm really sorry. I was just trying to protect you. I didn't want you to be getting sick, or anything. I'm sorry, I won't give you anymore tic baths, and you know I stopped cleaning your ears while you were awake, and now I won't do it while you sleep, okay?" she asks. I nod my head, not believing what I'm hearing.

"Oh, and how about we go out on the weekend and get you a razor and the works for that, okay?" she asks again, and my jaw drops. I nod my head and silently make my way to my room and close the door. My Mom's not giving me tic baths, she going to let me shave. What if my wishes did come true? That means that Carly will be happy and that Sam likes me. Sam likes me! I do a little happy dance in my room, and then realize what I'm doing, so I stop. I can't wait for tomorrow! This is going to be fun….

Heyy guys… I know, not the best, but I couldn't really think of much for the Freddie half of things… I Hope you like it… please, please, please review! You guys know how I love it(:

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