...rly hated to see him go, it was for the best. At least that dumb bimbo was leaaving now, too.
"No problem, Freddie. This will definitely give me some interesting material for my sociology thesis."
"Wait a minute." Carly said. "You're intellegent?"
"Top of my class at Seattle Tech."
And then she left.
"You lied to us." Carly accused.
"Yep." Freddie didn't deny it.
After he left and Cort had stopped riding the elevator up and down, Sam went to go sit down on Carly's couch.
Freddie had lied to them. Lied! That was probably the worst thing he has ever done. Well...you know, compared to...yeah. He doesn't get to do much with a mother like that.
Sam wanted to know some more about this particular incident, so, after telling Carly that her mother called her and said that she wanted Sam to go home, Sam left Carly's apartement and knocked on Freddie's door.
"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.