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Chapter 92: The secret
🕑 Added 2025-05-05 12:21:36 +0000 UTCIt was early evening at Carly's house.
"Freddie," Carly called but he didn’t answer, so she blasted pressurized air at his hair.
"Ahh," Freddie flinched.
"Why so jumpy?" she asked.
"'Cause you blasted me in the head with pressurized air," he replied.
"I was here, I know what happened," Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"So, how'd Sam do at the dentist? Did she bite him?" Freddie guessed.
"Four times. He may lose part of his finger. But then, the dentist gave her some of that wacky gas," Carly said.
"Nitrous oxide?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And then... what?"
"Oh, she started saying some pretty weird stuff," Carly explained.
"Weird how?"
"Like, she thought her thumb was missing."
"Was it?"
"No," she exclaimed. "And then…, she said you two kissed."
"So she really thought her thumb was missing? That's so crazy," Freddie said, half-laughing, half-awkward.
Carly looked at him, astonished. "And she said you two kissed." She repeated
"I'm comin', mom," Freddie said quickly, stepping away.
"Your mom didn't call you."
"I heard the whistle."
Carly folded her arms. "Is what Sam said true?"
"No," Freddie replied. "I'm sure she has both her thumbs," he added.
"Did you and Sam kiss?"
Freddie yelped, startled. "Agh!"
"Tell me," Carly demanded, jumping at Freddie.
"No."
"Whoa. When did you get so strong?" she asked, surprised, when Freddie managed to flip her over and end up on top.
"Same time the voice got lower," Freddie said with a shrug.
Carly narrowed her eyes. "Did you and Sam kiss?"
Freddie sighed. "Okay. Yes, it's true. Sam and I kissed."
"Oh my God," Carly gasped.
"I was bummed about never kissing anyone. She asked me to talk to her in school on that day, she said it was true that she never kissed anyone either, and then we ended up kissing," Freddie explained.
"Oh my God," Carly repeated.
"It was just one time," he said quickly.
Just then, the front door opened and Sam walked in, holding a bag of snacks.
"Hey nerds," she greeted casually, tossing the bag onto the table.
Freddie's eyes widened. Carly turned to face her.
"Hey, Sam... feeling better?" Carly asked carefully.
"Yeah, the gas wore off. Mostly," Sam replied, flopping down into the armchair.
There was an awkward pause. Sam looked between the two of them.
"Did I say something dumb while I was loopy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You said we kissed," Freddie muttered.
"Oh," Sam blinked and turned pale.
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After all the conversations, Carly said, "We need to tell Jake too."
"Okay," both Sam and Freddie replied at the same time.
"Hey, why did you agree so easily?" Carly asked, astonished and a little annoyed.
"Well, he’s our friend. My best guy friend," Freddie said.
"Yeah, mine too," Sam agreed.
"I’ll call him," Carly muttered, still a bit frustrated.
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I walked into Carly’s house. "How’s my golden trio doing?"
They greeted me, but Carly didn’t waste a second.
"Sam and Freddie kissed."
My face stayed blank. Not the reaction they were expecting.
"So... who told Carly?" I asked casually.
"You knew??" the three of them shouted in sync.
"Yeah," I said, cool as ever.
"How??" they all asked.
"No, no, no. I asked first."
Carly sighed. "Okay. I took Sam to the dentist. She was under some relaxing gas and... she confessed."
"So you only know that they kissed?"
"Yeah!?" Carly exclaimed, like there couldn’t be more to it.
"That’s gold," I said, slowly stepping backward. "So they didn’t tell you about the fluffy conversation before the kiss?"
The golden trio turned pale. Especially Sam and Freddie.
I put a hand on my heart. "I was there. With Cher. I heard everything," I said, making a face like I just saw something ridiculously cute.
I burst into laughter and started running.
"You’re dead, Jake! Come here!!" Sam screamed.
Even Freddie was shouting as they chased me.
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After a few minutes of playing tag, we were back at Carly’s place.
"Now I need to hear it," Carly said firmly.
"No!" both Sam and Freddie yelled.
Carly turned to Sam. "What did we say about no more secrets?"
Sam and Freddie exchanged glances, then both let out a sigh.
"Fine," Sam muttered.
So they told Carly everything. From the awkward conversation to the spontaneous, awkward first kiss.
"Awwwnn," Carly said, grinning.
"That is gross, Carly," Sam replied with a groan, throwing a pillow at her.
Carly turned to me. "You never told me. Why?"
I shrugged with a half-smile. "It wasn’t mine to tell. Figured it would come out when it needed to."
"I told Cher not to tell anyone too."
Suddenly, Sam banged the table, startling all of us.
"Now I understand why Cher sometimes looks with that smug bastard smile to me," she muttered.
"Cher smiles like that all the time..." I said, then paused with a grin. "But with you, it's totally because of the kiss." I could barely hold back a laugh.
Carly couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Sam immediately grabbed another pillow and threw it at her.
"Speaking of secrets," I said, leaning back a bit, "I think it's time I tell Laura about Marshmello."
The three of them turned to look at me.
"So you two are dating dating?" Carly asked, tilting her head.
"Not really. We're kissing, kissing," I said with a pause, then added with a smug face, "and kissing."
Now it was Carly who grabbed the pillows that had been thrown at her earlier—and launched them straight at me.
Freddie raised an eyebrow. "When do you think you'll tell her?"
"This week," I said. "I’ve got two more songs to record, so it feels like the right moment."
That got all three of them excited.
"New songs?" Carly asked, lighting up.
"Yeap," I said with a nod. "And I'm thinking of bringing her too, like all of you." I looked around at them. Cher, Regina, Carly, Sam, and Freddie had never missed a Marshmello recording session.
