Carly'S POV

I skipped across the living room into the kitchen, keeping rhythm with the sounds of hammering coming from my brother Spencer's hammer in the other room. Spencer was an artist so I knew that he had either broken something or he was working on a sculpture. I had to hurry and get all the food out before my friend Sam got over. She would be hungry and angry after that test we had and I knew that food would calm her down.

Freddie would be over soon too. He always came in a few seconds after Sam. Those two fought like little kids all the time but I knew that deep inside they were really good friends. Some where deep, deep, deep inside.

"OUCHY!" Spencer shrieked and I heard the hammer clatter to the floor.

Chuckling I walked toward his bedroom, "I've got the first aid kit!"

"Hurry!" He called, "Oh my gosh it's bleeding! Carly! Carly! CARLY!"

"Don't get your noodles in a knot!" I rolled my eyes.

Sam's POV

My stomach grumbled as I walked toward the elevator. More like it roared. I was starving and failing that test didn't help. I knew that Carly would have some food for me and seeing her would cheer me up. And Freddie.

That nub and I always fought but I liked seeing him. He kept me on my toes and I kept him on his. He always stumbled for a comeback and more then often it was lame but I think he did that to make me feel good.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a tall, dark haired boy holding a screwdriver and a little circuit board type thing. The pain in my head washed off to be replaced by a sense of relieve. Like the pain of school had been erased by this familiar looking nerd.

"Hey Fredifer." I greeted him.

He looked up and I saw him smile before he could pretend to grimace at me. "Hi Sam."

I got in to the elevator and stood beside him. He pressed the button to Carly's floor and we stared to ride upwards.

Carly didn't need to know this but everyday Freddie would meet me in the lobby and we would ride up together. He claimed that he had gotten home at the same time but I knew it was a lie.

I studied him. My lips twitched in the ghost of a smile when I watched his dark eye brows wrinkle together in concentration as he fiddled around with the screwdriver. I had never noticed that he had such big hands. Cute. I froze when I realized that I had just described Fredward Benson as cute.

Grr we were enemies! I couldn't think he was cute! My elbow swung and connected to his rib cage.

"Ow! What was that for Sam?" He grumbled but I could tell that it hadn't hurt to much. I hadn't meant it to.

"You got in A on that History test and I didn't." I snapped.

"Well you could have studied instead of… OW!" My elbow connected with his side again and I snickered.

"Don't back talk Momma." I grinned.

He just smiled and we rode the rest of the way up in silence.