NOT The Freaking President.

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Sam's POV

"Carly why the hell do you want me to go with you oh my god!!" She's dragging me with her to the mall. Like you'd think I'd want to go, but I was having so much fun with Hayes. Like I don't even understand why I have to go with her anyway. She's 17! I'm pretty sure she can pick her own pair of shorts.

"Because Sam! I don't want to go alone okay?! Just go with me!!

"I might as well since you dragged me home anyway!!"

"Whatever Sam!" She walks into my doorway "oh, and look cute, we're going out in PUBLIC."

"Fuck off." I roll my eyes then go to my closet, but she follows me and pushes me aside, picking something for me to wear. A few minutes later, she pulls out a strapless sundress.

"This.."

"CARLY IM NOT GONNA GO MEET THE FREAKING PRESIDENT. GET OUT OF MY ROOM! Why do you even care so much if YOU'RE the one who wanted to go shopping?! Oh my god!"

"Fine fine. Whatever. Just hurry up and get ready Sam!" She says, walking out.

I eventually choose a loose white sweater with light wash distressed shorts and sandals.

God why is she so worried about ME all of a sudden. She's so god damn weird.

A/n. Hope you're all enjoying this so far! Why do you think Carly is acting suspicious?? Is she working with Nash to get Hayes and Sam together?

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