Oh my god. Sam's undies have "I heart Las Vegas" written across the butt. I guess it just goes to show that, even when he's hopelessly in love, a boy can know way too much about a girl.

You know, I live across the hall. And when, one Saturday (about a week before we were leaving for Japan), I had to use the bathroom, would it have been too hard for Carly to say, "Sam's taking a shower, use your own bathroom."

And I would have. I would have used my own bathroom. But instead, I walked into a steamy room, with clothes strewn across the floor. And that's when I saw the underwear.

So I ran back to my apartment, used that bathroom, and then, started to freak out. I had seen her underwear! And it was...sexy underwear!

It was some sexy underwear.

And she didn't need to know I saw it. Just like, a few months before, I had decided she didn't need to know that I was in love with her.

So, after Carly and Sam went to Groovy Smoothie, I snuck up to Carly's apartment. I unzipped Sam's bag. And then....I went back to Vegas.