Chapter 1

Freddie's POV

Ugh. Sam is right, Mondays suck.

Well, I guess I should really get ready for work, because I will never hear the end of it if I am late… shudders I can just hear Same now, "Oh, Freducation's late!" or "Awwwww, did Carly's wittle boy sleep in?"

Oops, did I forget to mention that?

Yeah, Carly and I got married about a year ago, I dunno, it just sort of happened.

Flashback

Carly and I had just started 'dating', if you could even call it that, she was really just trying to make her latest ex-boyfriend jealous, ironically it was Jake Crandall of all people. Sam said something along the lines of "Yeah Carly, I'm sure this nub will make Jake jealous." And then she collapsed on the floor in fits of giggles. Oh Sam. Anyways, a month later, Carly proposed to me, and I was so shocked that I accepted.

Needless to say, Sam was pretty cheesed. If I recall correctly she picked the lock of my loft apartment, why she bothered picking the lock I don't know, I'd given her a key (and NO you perverts, I was just tired of having my locks, and occasionally doors, broken when Sam decided she needed ham). She then proceeded to beat me with a fried chicken leg, and tell me that "under NO circumstances was I allowed to prove Sam Puckett WRONG!" Then she stormed out, and neither Carly nor I heard from her for two whole weeks. When she finally did come back, she acted like nothing had happened, and Carly and I getting married was a completely normal thing. Sometimes I seriously wonder about that girl. Sam was the maid of honour at our wedding and everything, but I couldn't help but notice that she got awfully antsy when the priest got to the "speak now or forever hold your peace" part of the ceremony.

End of Flashback

Anyways, as I was saying, or thinking for that matter, time to get up. As I got out of bed, I noticed that Carly's side (yeah, snuggling with Carly was really not as much fun as it sounds) was neatly made, and a note sat atop her pillow. "Dear Freddie, I have an appointment at Glitter My Nails at 10:30, and have some errands to run first. –Carly" Huh, I thought Sam said Glitter My Nails was closed on Friday's, and that was the only day she would risk going shopping with Carly? Oh well, its not like Sam to really take any interest in those kinds of things anyways, maybe she made a mistake. But either way, something just didn't feel right.

As I drove to work, I felt all those doubts be washed away, because all I could think about was Sam. That's right, Sam. We have become really close over the past year, so close in fact that she, hands-down, knows me 100x better than Carly does. Take last night for example. I am allergic to Oregano, not deathly allergic, but allergic enough that I won't be able to talk for a few days. So what does Carly cook for dinner? Pasta-a-la-Oregano. I know, I sounds stupid to me too, but Carly always did come up with the strangest recipes. Thankfully Sam was there.

Flashback

I watched as Sam took a huge bite of Carly's… food? No, definitely not food based on the disgusted look on Sam's, the lover of all things food, face. Ok… here goes nothing. I carefully gathered a forkful of the slop, and brought it to my mouth. Suddenly I felt myself falling backwards, and a curtain of blonde curls flashing through my line of vision. After I came to my senses, which was surprisingly quickly (Sam has trained me well), I found Sam sprawled out on top of me, Pasta sauce staining her mouth. "What the heck is your problem Sam?" Carly exclaimed from her seat, not that she ever got up. Sam suddenly got very, very close to me, her eyes containing the flame she reserves only for the protection of her friends. So of course I did the only reasonable thing to do in a situation like this. I shut up. "Freddie, what were you going to do with that pasta?" Sam asked me like I was a two year old who was being scolded for playing with the stove. "Uh, I was going to eat it?" It came out as more of a question than a response. What? Don't judge me, Sam has that effect on people. "Well Freddie," Again with the kiddy voice, "This is Oregano sauce." Then her infamous smirk crossed her soft, luscious lips (and YES I happen to know from experience, thank you very much) and I knew, that she knew, she had won. "So?" Carly interjected. At that point she had been all but forgotten. "So? So?" Sam replied incredulously, "So Freddichini here is allergic to Oregano!" Sam yelled as she helped me to my feet. "You are?" asked Carly. Wow. I began to reply when Sam cut me off again "Yeah he is! Don't you remember when we visited your Grand dad in Yakima last year? He tried to feed us some stupid cabbage and oregano dish and Freddie had to go to the hospital afterwards?" I smiled as I wrapped Sam into a big bear hug. "Awwww, you do care!" I said as I released her. I could have sworn I saw a faint blush cross her face as I said that, but it was gone the next instant, typical Sam-ish behaviour. "You know I care," she replied "I've told you a thousand times that you are my best friend in the whole world!" She cheekily replied. It was true though, she had told me on rare occasions how important I was to her, and how much she wanted, no needed me in her life. "You mean ONE of your best friends" Carly corrected. Never one for lying, Sam turned to Carly and replied "Actually Carls, no. He is my only best friend, because in my opinion you can only ever really have one best friend." Well, lets just say that didn't go over well. I slept on the couch for two whole weeks, and Sam was banned from the house for the same amount of time. Not that I ever really slept on the couch after the first night, I just stayed at Sam's house down the street (and NO, nothing happened!), and "worked" late so that Sam and I could still hang out. To be honest, we both have realized, and discussed the emptiness we feel when we are not around each other.

End of Flashback

Oops, there I go again getting lost in my thoughts! Well, I have arrived at work, and according to my car alert, I have been idling in my parking space for 7 min. Shoot. Bing! I do love my car, but the alerts are kind of annoying. "Good Morning Mr. Benson! According to our sensors, you have preformed an irregular activity. Conclusion: Error message being sent. New Message: "Yo Dork! You OK? Stop dreaming about Carly you nub and get your mind back on the road!" Oh Sam. Why did I let you near my car? Oh wait, that's right, you physically assaulted my arm until you were allowed to see it. At least you waited for permission this time though, so it's a start. A small smile crossed my lips at that thought, because Sam had lectured me on how we rubbed off on each other so much.

Laughing, I got in the elevator, and got off on the 18th floor, and walked to my desk. Yes that's right, the entire 18th floor is my office. Well, I share it with the Vice-President too. Oh, that's right! I am the CEO and President of the Pear International Corporation, so those Pear Computers, PearPads, and PearPhones that you are reading, my company made them.

"What's up Freddork?" I heard coming from the elevator. I turned to see Sam, dressed in her typical Sammy (apparently I'm the only one left living allowed to call her that, and trust me, I am SO honoured. Before, only her DAD called her that, so for Sam this is a HUGE deal!) attire. Tight black skinny jeans, a striped, loose fitting shirt, and purple converse. I do love her shoe selection and I told her that, not that I mentioned that it applied to her work attire as well. "Sup Sammy?" I responded.

"I asked you first Freddly."

"Touché. Nothing really, but I found out what you did."

"Freddork you have to be a little more specific"

"My car's system alert?"

"Ah," she said with a wicked grin "that was one of my finer moments"

As Sam went to sit at her desk, yes her desk… Sam is the Senior VP of the Pear Company, and I didn't even have to influence that at all, though to get her to accept I had a lot of convincing to do. Although Sam cringes at the thought of it, she herself has an inner dork. She is just as good with technology as I am, and she really proved that through the last year of high school, and our 4 years together at University.

Anyways, as I was thinking about it, Carly popped back into my mind. "Sam?" I asked.

"Yes Dork?"

"Is Glitter My Nails open today?"

"No Dorkasourous, I already told you, Carly and I asked the manager two weeks ago and she said they were ALWAYS closed on Fridays."

"Hmmm, that's weird!" I said. I proceeded to tell her about the note I found this morning, and Sam's face visibly paled. "Hey, are you ok?" I asked. She looked at me with a look I rarely see in her eyes. Fear. "S-S-Sam?" I struggled to say.

"Freddie," she said quietly. Oh CHIZ! She just called me Freddie, as in F-R-E-D-D-I-E, my REAL name! Now I am officially terrified. Whatever she is about to tell my is not only bad news, but Sam knows it is 100% true.

"Yes?" It is barely a whisper.

"Carly is cheating on you." Just like that my entire world came crashing down. There was no use trying to argue the facts, I had known Sam for the majority of my life, and ALL of my life that I could remember. She was never wrong when she spoke in this tone of voice, with that sympathetic look on her face, and the way her voice broke at the end of that horrid sentence made me realize that she was right. All the signs were there, she came home at 1:00 am many nights, after a Girls Night Out, meanwhile Sam and I have been hanging out, and Sam is NEVER invited to these GNO's. I was naive enough to believe that Carly simply understood that Sam and I were happier to be on our own. Oh how wrong I had been. And that shirt I found in the closet the other day! I knew it wasn't mine, and it was far to worn to be new, so I'm not crazy, or over-tired after all!

Suddenly I felt someone's thumb run along my cheek, and only then did I realize that silent tears were slowly sliding down my face, and they had no intention of stopping. Sam sat there with me and just let me cry for the better part of an hour. We left the office after that, and went to Sam's house to relax. The company thought we were having a meeting, and we are. Just not the kind of meeting they think. Besides, Sam and I are the world's leading experts on what we do, we could finish our work later.

After about ten minutes of just staring into each others eyes, silently having a conversation, in which she conveyed her sympathy for me, and mine expressing the hurt that I was feeling, Sam finally spoke.

"Freddork?" Oh Sam, even now you know how to lift my spirits.

"Yes Sam?"

"Why was Carly so special to you anyways?"

"I… I'm not sure. I guess I just wanted someone to love me."

"Well that's stupid!"

"Way to ruin the mood Sam!"

"Ugh! No Freddork, it stupid because I… I-I love you."

Wow. Sam really loves me? OF course she only means like a friend, not the way I always wanted her to love me. So instead of what I wanted to say, I simply pulled her in for a long, forceful hug.

When we separated, I spoke,

"How exactly do you know she's cheating? I believe you 100%, but how did you know?"

"I am a girl Freddie; just because I don't have a boyfriend doesn't mean I am genderless. Girls can just tell, and we NEVER reveal our secrets."

Freddie again huh? That must have stuck a nerve. Note to self, Sam is a girl!

"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"Yeah yeah Freddork, save the apologies." Sam said, "You need to observe Carly's behaviour for a while, and when you think, in your oversized dork-ish brain, that you have enough evidence to confront her, do so."

Well….. I did always love spying on people, but it was never any fun without Sam…

"Only if you help. As of now, your house is being fumigated, and you can have the guest room. I'll take the couch because I…?"

"Feel a cold coming on, you know how Carly feels about germs."

I smiled "That's true…. so a cold it is!"

A week past, until finally, Sam figured out how Carly has been able to evade us.

"Think about it Dork!" She said. I did as she asked, but nothing seemed to have changed from the million other times I'd thought about it.

"You and I both work the same hours, and are stuck at work because we are in charge!" She exclaimed. Suddenly it became all too clear what Glitter My Nail's meant.

"Let's go!" I said, with a newfound determination in my voice. My Sammy smil- wait a minute! MY Sammy? NO! NO! NO! I meant to Sammy smiled! Yeah, that's it.

Anyways when we got to the home Carly and I shared, we quietly snuck in (OK Sam did the sneaking, but that's beside the point) to the house, and what I heard made me shake with anger. Loud moans could be heard coming from my bedroom, and Carly was clearly the source of them. I was outraged! Not even I had done- that- with Carly yet! It just never felt… right. Now I see why!

I looked at Sam to see that, if it was at all possible, her blood was boiling.

We silently made our way to the bedroom door, and Sam reached for the doorknob, but I caught her hand in mine. I noticed how perfectly our hands fit together, but shook the thought because, really, now was so NOT the time to be thinking about this! Sam nodded her understanding, not that it was necessary; her eyes had already told me she understood that this was something I needed to do myself.

I took a deep breath before placing my hand on the doorknob. I steadied myself and tried to turn the knob. It didn't budge. There was no lock on the door, I knew that, but I physically didn't have the strength to turn it. Suddenly I felt Sam's hand on mine, helping me to turn the knob. Not that the occupants of the room would have heard us, they we much to involved with their current "activities" to notice anything else.

Finally, with Sam's help the knob was turned. Now all that was left to do was to push the door open. Sam started whispering in my ear…

"In 5-4-3-2…" And with that I swung the door open with a loud BANG

The sight before me nearly knocked me off my feet!

Beside me, Sam was gripping me for support, and I was leaning on the doorframe. We were both flabbergasted at the sight before us!

"What the HECK!" Sam and I both screamed!

Before us sat Carly, naked and cowering under the covers, while someone else tried to hide himself from view. It was too late though. Both Sam and I had seen his face.

"Come on out you backstabbing little backstabber!" I called

"Yeah" breathed Sam, and then in her usual Sammy voice said, "We know it's you…"

OK People so what do you think? This is my very first fanfic, so please review! I really hope you liked it, and chapter 2 will be up once I get a few reviews so I know which way I want chapter two to go!

Peace,

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