Carly POV

I understood why they needed to break up. It just wasn't working out the way that they were hoping it to – And to be honest, I didn't think it was working either. They just weren't acting Sam and Freddie-ish. They had a beautiful friendship at the moment, and maybe when they get back together – which I knew they would – they would have a beautiful relationship.

I didn't mean to be randomly thinking about Sam and Freddie right now. But with us being locked – once again – in crazy Nora's basement, it was hard to ignore their secret glances that weren't so secret. I just wanted to make 'em hug or something. One of them would look at each other, they would look back, and then the other would look away…

Why did this happen to us? Why did Spencer just have to go to Olympia for their special air freshener and why did he have to tweet about it? And why didn't Spencer block Nora from seeing that tweet so she wouldn't come to the Air Freshener House and put bags over our heads, then drag us out to her car and lock us back up in her dad's recording studio?

I don't even wanna know what they've done with Spencer. Nora probably tied him to a chair and propped up her demented chicken so he could peck him in the face. Before they separated us from Spencer, he whispered something to me. He said "Don't worry, little sister. I have a plan." Well, what was his plan? I was scared, yes. I wanted to go home, yes. And most importantly, yes, I wanted Sam and Freddie to stop acting like children and actually have an intelligent conversation with each other so I could focus already.