"Hey." she said.
"Has Cort stopped riding up and down the elavator?" He asked.
Sam laughed. "Yeah. Just stopped, actually.
"What are you doing here?" Freddie asked, opening his door so she could enter.
"I wanted to ask you something." Sam said, flopping down on his couch.
"Okay. Shoot." Freddie sat beside her.
"Why did you lie to us? To Carly? If you looove her so much...why would you decieve her like that? You lied, Freddie. LIED. That's probably the worst thing you've ever done. I'm impressed."
"You are?" Freddie was genuinely shocked.
"I am. Really." She said.
"Well...thanks. I guess."
There was an awkward silence that paused after she spoke, and neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Sam spoke.
"Kinda hot." She said.
"Oh, sorry." freddie got up and put on the air conditioner.
"My mom likes to have the temperature above the temperature outside, so that any and all bacteria will..."
"I meant...you lying to us...it was kinda hot." She spoke.
Freddie swallowed. "Really?" He asked.
"Ya know, it wasn't really Carly that I was afraid of lying to. It was mainly you."
"But not because I was afraid that you would hurt me..."
"No, I was." Freddie assured.
Sam smiled. She still had it.
"It was because...I didn't feel comfortable decieving you." Freddie admitted.
Sam let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.