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Carly's POV

It's been a week now. One whole week(!) since it happened, and I haven't been to school yet. I just can't face it. Reason one: I'm an emotional wreck. I've been crying no stop ever since I came back from school that day. It feels like my heart gets broken over and over again. I can't eat. I'm tired as hell but can't sleep. I'm barely alive. It's horrible!

I'm also worried about other people's reactions. I know I shouldn't be though, 'cause there's a very big chance that the only people who have heard me say it were Sam and Freddie. No one else. It's what I keep telling myself, but I know it won't help, because my mind is having a mind of its own.

But the main reason is because of Sam. Only thinking about her makes me feel sick. Not because I hate her, but because I just love her so damn much! She makes me feel sick thanks to my heartbreak and every time I think about her, I'm forced to think about her cold gaze, though I felt her eyes burning right through me.

I wonder what she's doing right now. She's probably at school, acting like nothing happened like she always does when she brings Freddie down or when she does physical damage to someone on the streets. I'm probably nothing more to her than any of her Mom's boyfriends.

She hasn't tried to call me a single time. I'd tried to call her once, but she didn't pick up and now I'm too scared to try again. What if she's ignoring me and she didn't pick up her phone on purpose? I'm sure she hates my guts now and doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I have a strong feeling that our friendship, or whatever it was, is now officially over.

I get off my bed and walk over to my desk. It's quite a mess. I can't bring myself to clean it. I don't feel like it and don't think I ever will. What's the point anyway? The only people who are still walking around in here are Spencer and I… and Freddie every once in a while. So it's not like I have to impress anyone.

I lift some of my textbooks, pens, CDs, notebooks and a lot of other stuff. I finally find what I've been looking for; my PearPod. Usually, I always feel a bit better when I listen to some of my favorite songs. I know it won't help much in this case, but what else am I supposed to do?

I walk back to my bed and set my PearPod in its external speakers. I put it on shuffle and like every normal person, skip through almost all songs that my PearPod wants to play. Songs from 3OH!3, Taylor Swift, Avril Lavigne and Panic! at the Disco come on and go by because I push the 'skip forward' button. Finally, I give up and let all songs play, but when I do, it decides to play 'Stand in the Rain', 'Goodbye, Goodbye', and 'A Good Heart'.

I've got to try it's not over yet
No signals of life have you left
My heart is bleeding just for you
Bleeds for only you
And it hurts to know the truth

Are you looking for savior
Chasing a dream
Love turned to hate
Now I'm crossing the border
See that I fade
But I'm not afraid-

This doesn't help at all!

I shut it off and flop back first on my bed. I start crying quietly and let out a shaky sigh. I close my eyes and just lay there for a few minutes, listening to my heart racing at full speed as I'm thinking about her. Again. I just can't help myself. Eventually, my thoughts stop and sleep takes over.

BOOM!

I'm being jerked awake thanks to the loud bang outside. I'm hearing the rain softly falling down on my window, but it soon starts to pour down and the soft ticking changes into the sound of small rocks being thrown against the glass. It's a horrible sound and I start to panic. I have a serious fear for thunder.

I want to yell for Spencer, but remember that he's out with Socko. It takes me a second to realize that I'm home alone. I start pacing through my room. I'm desperately looking for a way to make it go away, but of course, it won't. I'm not gifted with the power to control the weather! Frustrated, I start to pace faster and faster until I get dizzy and fall down to the ground, the shock causing me to cry. I'm screwed! It's thundering hard and I'm stuck in one of the tallest buildings of the area!

Then, I hear someone throwing a door closed downstairs and I jump. My heart skips a beat and switches to its highest gear.

"S-Spencer?! S-Spencer, i-is that you?!" I managed to get out.

The person who just broke into my apartment starts running up the stairs. I yelp, run to my bed and jump under the covers. I realize this may be the worst hiding spot in history, but it's too late to change, because the mystery person is now pulling down the door handle. I squeeze my eyes shut quickly and draw my head underneath the covers too. I'm sure I'm shaking like a Chihuahua. It takes everything I have not to make any sound.

Whoever-it-is, is now in my room. They've stopped waking and I can feel their eyes looking at me, or rather, the huge bulge on my bed. But then, out of nowhere, I hear them snigger. Wait a second… what?

I hear their footsteps, walking over to my bed.

BOOM! Another thunderclap resounds through my bedroom and a high shriek slips out of me. Shit!

"Carly!" the voice says worried. It takes me only one second to register her voice. I can't believe it! What is she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be at school? Or at least at home? Has she gone insane?

She pulls the covers off of me and looks at me with concern flashing through her eyes. I look up at her with my questioning ones.

"Carly? Are you okay?" she asks.

"Sam?" is all I'm able to say. I'm bewildered. Seriously, what is she thinking?! Why did she walk to the building while it's thundering outside? And isn't she supposed to hate me and stay as far away from me as possible? Then why the hell is she here?

Oh, I know… I'm just imagining this. All I have to do is wake up and it'll be over, she'll be gone. This is all just a weird nightmare. If I just pinch myself…

"Auch!" I yelp. Nope. This is all real.

"Carly, stop that. You're hurting yourself," she says. No shit Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her suspiciously. I know I don't sound too nice, but I can't help it. If she's really here, and I'm not just imagining stuff, than the only reason why she's here would be because she finally has the guts to tell me off. How gross she thinks I am and how sick it is that I'm in love with her. She'll tell me she hates me and that this is the end of our friendship. For good.

BOOM! I flinch again. When is this horrible thunderstorm going to be over?

"Well, for that," she says and places a hand on my knee. She takes a seat on my bed and I move to sit next to her.

"You didn't think I would leave you in the lurch, did you?" she says like it's the most normal thing for her to say at this moment and after all that's happened. But in my mind, it doesn't make any sense. If she left me the way she did last week, and she hasn't tried to call me a single time, then why is she doing this? I really wanna ask her, but I'm so confused right now, and my thoughts are all mixed up together. I simply can't get them out there.

It's only now that I notice that she's soaking wet. Figures when she's been running through the pouring rain all the way to my apartment. She seems to notice too.

"Carls, what time is it?"

I look at my alarm clock and can't believe that the glowing numbers indicate that it's already 5:36 pm.

"5:36," I answer.

"Alriiiiiiiight...would you mind it if I spend the night?"

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod slowly. Though it's very obvious to me that I'm not acting like the Carly she knows, she doesn't even seem to notice my odd behavior.

"Thanks. Oh, and can I use your shower right now? I'm soaked."

"NO!" I yell worried. "It's very dangerous to shower while it's thundering! You know that! You could die!"

"Don't worry, Cupcake," I feel myself fading into a darker shade of red and again it's like she can't see. I mean, how can she miss it?! She continues: "it's not thundering anymore and the rain has stopped too. Look." She points at the window behind us. I turn around and look outside and it surprises me to not look at a dark gray sky. She's right. The storm has passed and there's even a bit of sun now. Finally.

"In that case, go ahead," I tell her, trying not to sound as shaky as I feel. "If it's okay to you, I'll order us some pizzas while you're in there." Her face lightens up only at the thought of it.

"Can you order a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni?" she asks hopeful.

"Of course I can," I answer with a smile on my face. The first real one since seven days. She looks back at me with the warmest and most grateful smile I've seen on her yet. And then…she hugs me? Physical contact?

"Oh My God! Thank you so much Carls! I love you!" I stiffen and my eyes fly open. Again, she doesn't seem to notice how tense I am.

She pulls away and rises to her feet.

"Alright, I'll be taking my shower," she says and leaves me behind on the bed, completely startled.

"Yeah, sure… I'll be downstairs ordering pizza," I say, looking straight forward. There isn't much to see there, just a wall. I happen to catch a glimpse of her butt, swaying dangerously seductively, but somehow, I manage to turn my head ninety degrees in the opposite direction of the temptation. I know she turns around when she's about to close the door and looks at me. Why the hesitation? But I don't get the chance to ask her (not that I was going to anyway), 'cause three seconds later, she's pulling the door shut. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

I get off my bed too and make sure to tidy the room a bit. I've got all time I need. Sam always takes showers that last for at least an hour.

After about thirty minutes of cleaning the place, I make my way downstairs to order the pizzas. Luckily, Omar's Pizza does deliver. They've got the best pizzas in the entire world. When Omar picks up and asks me if he can take my order in his Italian accent, I order one large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni for Sam and a small Hawaiian pizza for myself.

While I'm in mid-call, Sam comes walking down the stairs. Hmmm… she got out pretty fast. I really thought it would take her longer to shower, dry off and get dressed. I hear her walking towards the kitchen and open the fridge. Characteristically Sam. She's probably raiding it to get some ham.

It takes me forever to place my order, because Omar keeps complaining about my American accent and how he can't understand what I'm saying. Finally, he gets it right and I hang up.

"Didya owdew da pizzafz?" Sam asks behind me, clearly with her mouth stuffed with food.

"Yeah, they'll be here in about- Sam!" I turn around and see why she had gotten down so fast. Her hair isn't just damp, it's still soaked! It's dripping down in little beats and making the floor underneath her wet too. Needless to say, she hasn't brushed it yet and therefore even curlier. And she hasn't even taken the effort to put on some clothes. All she's wearing is a towel that she has wrapped around herself, though it isn't doing a good job. It's plainly way too small for her. It's barely big enough to 'cover up'. I find myself staring at her. This time, she does notice. I see her respond with a devilish grin.

"Whathf?" she asks, trying to sound innocent and seemingly still unable to wipe that challenging smile off her face. Her eyes penetrating.

"I forgot to take some clothes with me before I got in, so I couldn't dress myself when I got out. I couldn't find your blow-dryer, and this towel was the only one left." The last one was a huge lie, Sam. Firstly: I was in my bathroom this morning and there were still plenty of towels left, big ones too. Second: you're still smiling. I act like I took the lie, though.

"So why didn't you just get some clothes out of your drawer in my room?"

"I was…hungry." OMG! How did she manage to make that sound so suggestive?! My mind must be playing tricks on me. But that smile is still there, so it only proofs that she said what she said. I'm starting to panic again.

"Well, you should get dressed now. The delivery guy could be here at any minute," I blurt out. But her grin is only getting bigger and I see her eyes sparkle the way they do when she's about to do something that she knows she shouldn't, but does it anyway. This can't be good.

"But I don't feel like it," she says like it's a good answer and argument as to why she shouldn't go get dressed right now. I know it's gonna be tough to talk her into doing so. She can be very stubborn.

Fortunate for me, I know her weak spot.

"If you don't, I'm gonna go ask Freddie to come over," I threaten. Her devilish smile fades instantly.

"If you dare…" she says uncertain.

"Oh, I will," I say and I'm walking over to my front door. Little does she know that Freddie isn't at home. My hand is hovering above the door handle, ready to pull down and go over to Freddie's apartment. But just before my fingertips touch the handle, she screams: "Okay! I'll go get dressed! You got what you want! Just don't ever do that again." And with that, she leaves to my room.

Yay! It's Sam :D
I'm trying to write longer chapters as (hopefully) you can see. I'm not there yet, but I'm working on it ;)
The lyrics from the depressing song are from Sinéad by Within Temptation.