One Argument And It's Over | Complete

Chapter 2 (Rewrite)

"Have you seen Sam?" Carly asked, entering the Groovy Smoothie to see Freddie and Gibby with smoothies in their hands the next day. Freddie was shyly sipping on his, trying to avoid Sams mother. Though she was getting better, he was still rather scared of her. He was leaving town in two days, but he felt wrong leaving things bad with Sam. He was debating buying her a hamper of meat as an apology and leaving it on her doorstep, so he wasn't beaten up.

"We broke up," Freddie said bluntly.

Carly gaped. "W-What? But y-you're Sam and Freddie! You've been together for months. What happened?"

Freddie shrugged, not wanting to talk too much about it. He wished hed stayed locked in his room today as well. "It didnt work out," he sighed. "Anyway, uh, has anyone seen Pam? I'm kinda scared she's going to beat me up."

Gibby scoffed, taking a sip of his smoothie. "He's been hiding from every blonde that enters."

Carly rolled her eyes, sitting down. "God, Freddie, what the hell happened? I thought you agreed to do long distance."

"I guess, uh, I forgot to consult her."

"Well, you have to make up with her! You're Sam and Freddie for crying out loud!"

Freddie stayed silent for the rest of his time there, occasionally ducking out of view when the bell to the shop rang. Though, while sitting there, tuned out to Carly and Gibby's conversation about the latest thing Spencer had set on fire, he soon discovered T-Bo was selling up and moving downstate.

"Aw, no! You can't sell up!" Carly whined. "So many generations of teenagers are going to grow up without a cool place to hang out now!"

T-Bo held up the fat cakes he'd shoved on a stick. "Not my problem. I'm going to discover my roots downstate and maybe open a new business there. T-Bo's T-Boing Ribs. What do you think?"

"Is it a sweatshirt store?" Gibby asked, scrunching his face up.

T-Bo gave him a look. "No, Gibby. It's a ribs place! Where did you get sweatshirt store from?"

"Gibbayyyyyy."

"You are a strange teenager."

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"Spencer, I'm home!" Carly called out. She was moving out tomorrow, and Spencer was moving out too. It was weird not saying goodbye to Sam before she left. Hopefully, she could stop by tomorrow morning. For some reason, leaving the state felt freeing; she'd lived there all her life, and she couldn't wait to explore and make new friends, not forgetting her best friends though, despite the time difference and miles away.

"Hey, kiddo," Spencer greeted, carrying a large dolphin out from his room. He'd spent a week painting it blue because he insisted the shades weren't quite right several times, and he had sent Carly out with money for more paint and money for lip gloss as bribery to get the paint. "Did you see Sam?"

"No, have you? Did she stop by?"

"No, sorry. Did you speak to Freddie about it?"

Carly dropped down onto the couch. She was going to miss the home comforts. Most of their stuff was packed in moving boxes around the apartment – they had quickly got that out of the way and was waiting for the van they'd hired to arrive tomorrow. Spencer decided to roadtrip with his sister to drop her off at her college to make sure she got there safely, before driving to his new home in Malibu. "They broke up."

Spencer almost chocked on his freshly poured iced tea. "What?! B-But they're Sam and Freddie!"

"That's what I said!"

Spencer sighed, perching beside his younger sister. "Look, kiddo. I know they're best friends of yours, but maybe it's best you dont get involved. They're going to be thousands of miles apart, and I'm not saying they wont be able to make it work – because I'm sure they would be able to – but they need to work this out themselves."

Carly grinned. "Since when have you gotten sensible?"

"Yeah, well—" Interrupting him from finishing, he watched the head of his dolphin burst into flames from across the room. He groaned.

"I'll grab the extinguisher," Carly said with a small smile. She'd sure miss this.

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Sam had been laying on the couch all day, soaking in the last few hours of electricity. It wasn't Freddie who had come by yesterday; it was her mother. She'd left her a note and emptied her wardrobe, claiming she'd quit her job and ran away to live with her new boyfriend in Mexico – from the date on the calendar, Sam already knew the electricity and rent money was due tomorrow. Everyone seemed to be leaving her lately.

She wanted to call Freddie – of course she did – she missed him and wanted him to tell her everything was going to be okay, but she couldn't be optimistic when she knew that in a few hours, she'd be homeless and alone. Maybe she'd be able to hide out for a few days, but then she knew it'd be time to go. She fell asleep there, heart on her sleeve, and the TV humming in the background. When she woke up no less than six hours later, it was dark outside, and the TV was off. She went to make toast, before realising everything had already been cut off. Using her phone as a light, she went back upstairs to sleep. But she couldn't sleep as much as she tried.

She groaned and got up, going downstairs in a crumpled shirt and an old pair of sweatpants – having no boyfriend to impress had its perks, not that she ever really had to impress Freddie. He loved her the way she was. Going back upstairs, she grabbed a hoodie and her boots, threw a bunch of clothes into her backpack and decided to crash at Carly's at least for a night.

Checking the time on her phone, she realised it was nine. She had managed to memorise Freddie's mother's work schedule while they were still dating so she could arrange date nights without being harassed by his crazy mother for stepping foot in their house without her daily tick bath. Freddie would be home alone until seven am. So, she swept the bag up over her shoulder and left the house, locking the door behind her and hoping it would still be standing when she got back.