Hey hey people! You know, I just realized something. I never told you if Sam and Freddie had things to eat. Haha. Whoops! You know honestly, I didn't think about it until my best friend brought it up. So to assure you, yes, they have food and drink. Sorry for the confusion.

Disclaimer: Me: Sam and Carly, go stage right.

Carly and Sam: Nooo!!

Me: Freddie, stage left.

Freddie: Nuh uh.


Freddie: Because you're not Dan Schneider.

Me: Oh (laughs nervously). Right.

Chapter Six

Evening of day three. I was hungry. Sam was, too. She always was. I opened the door to the icy box that sat in the room, pulling out a juice pouch and sandwich ingredients.

What? You thought we were starving? Silly goose peoples! I guess I probably should've mentioned the refrigerator. Well, you know now.

As if she were of canine blood, Sam's ears actually pricked up at the scent of food.

"Food time again?" she asked hopefully.

"Food time again."

It was hard for me and even more difficult for Sam to only eat once a day. The supply of food wasn't so abundant in the first place, so we had to make it last. We'd pinpointed the exact time we'd eat every day. When the sun's rays bounced off of a metal plate laying against the west wall, it was time to eat. It was practically the only thing we looked forward to anymore.

I rapped up the food preparation, passing a sandwich to the girl and keeping one for myself.

Sam took a sip from our shared juice pouch. In a sense, I was proud of her for sparing what she had. "You know, if I get Mono from sharing with you and then die, I'll kill you."

"If you're dead, how will you be able to kill me?"

"Oh. True."

I smirked a smirk of Sam's that I had perfected. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind when your lips were all over mine yesterday."

She blushed, and not just any ordinary blush. It sort of looked like she had a severe sunburn. "You kissed me first!!!" I just laughed.

"Oh, whatever! You liked it."

"Did not!!"

"Did too!!"

"Did not!!"

"Okay, whatever you say.........."

She glared at me. "Not funny Freddork."

"Yeah, it kind of is."

The room fell silent. Then, she chuckled.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I thought of a new nickname for you."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Frednana Split." And she burst into a fit of laughter. Not being able to contain myself, I began to laugh uncontrollably also. Tears forced in the corners of our eyes before we finally calmed down.

"I like that one." I smiled.

"Good. 'Cause I'll be using that one a lot more."

As we leaned back simultaneously, our hands brushed. I didn't pull away though. A thought much more important was plaguing my mind. I had to ask her.

"Sam?" She looked up and I met her eyes.


"Could we maybe, um, fight again?"

She laughed. "Does Fredward Benson, Queen of Dorks, miss fighting with me?" All the while, she smiled cockily.

"Well, sort of. It's just weird not fighting."

"Don't worry. As soon as we get out of here, you'll get the beating of your life."

I grinned. "Good."

She just cocked her eyebrow at me. "You're such a nub."

"I know."

"Let's just..............not fight for right now. I kind of like getting along."

The truth was, I kind of did, too.

Dun, dun, dun! Freddie actually misses fighting with Sam? And Sam wants to get along for now? Hmmmmm? I wonder what will happen............oh wait! I already know. Haha. It's that time again. Click it!