...t I found the note. I walked into Carly's room and the lights were off. Either Sam was pulling a prank or something, or they were actually in the studio. I flipped on the lights expecting Sam to jump out at me. But Carly was just sitting on her bed with her pink bathrobe on with no Sam in sight.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
"Sam, Sam, Sam, that's all you talk about." She slowly walked toward me. "You never talk about me anymore, why not?" This was getting creepy.
"So… Sam isn't here…?" I asked. Okay, what's going on?
"NO! … Sorry. I just…" She leaned in towards my face and… Oh crap! Carly was pressing her soft pink lips against mine, and I didn't like it. I couldn't pull away because I was right up against the wall. But luckily she pulled away pretty quickly.
"Uh… what was that?" She gave me a sweet glare (wait, is that even possible?).
"Freddie, Freddie, Freddie… that, was a kiss." She said it like she was talking to a 5 year old.
"Yes, I know that." I mocked her 5 year old voice. Then she giggled and kissed me again. This time much longer.
When she finally pulled away she grabbed me and threw me on her bed and slipped off her Hawaiian-y print pink bathrobe to reveal a lacy pink bra and a lacy pink thong. Oh, crap. I hope this isn't what I think it is.
She sat on my lap facing me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She leaned in again and ...