I Am Sam.
Well… Here it is.

I’m sure you guys have probably put it together by now, but this RP is finally calling it quits.

It’s been fun, and we’re so happy that we were able to entertain you guys for a while. But with all of us moving onto new chapters in our own lives, and with the show being finished, this roleplay needs to end. Thank you guys so much for paying attention and interacting with us. This wouldn’t have been as much fun as it was without you.

And to the members of this rp family; I’m so happy that we did this. It was fun while it lasted.

I guess, in the words of Freddie Benson… “We’re clear.”

Xx

And a special round of applause to Brad for not following Carly into a trap.

Good job, Brad.

Mama’s proud of you.

Carly I have crush on Freddie he so hot and handsome and we kissed under the bed and we was necked
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There are so many things wrong here…

First of all: I’m not Carly.

Second: Freddie cannot fit under a bed, nor would Mama Benson let the boy near the dust bunnies and other monsters that lurk.

Third: What is “Necked?”

Don’t be creepy, Faceless. Think of the children.

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Sam: So... It seems that Freddie and Brad are getting married. Wanna be wedding crashers?
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Brad stopped, closing his eyes tightly while he gathered his thoughts. 

“I’m so tired.” He finally let out, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, man. That’s understandable.” Freddie replied, his eyes hopeful.

Nodding slowly, he let his gaze drift around the room. “I just want them to stop.”

“And you can’t do that on your own. You know that, right?” asked Carly. 

He shrugged noncommittally, dropping back down on the chair in exhaustion.

Sam frowned, looking at the ground. Her friend was obviously exhausted and upset, and she hadn’t done a thing to help him. If anything, she had had the opposite effect. Because that was what she did. She scared people away.

She looked up at him again.

"Dude, you need us. Just as much as we need you. And I know that this whole ‘talking to people’ thing isn’t the most appealing idea… But just give it a shot, alright?" Sam asked hopefully. 

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Freddie took note of how Brad’s whole body was practically trembling. He knelt down in front of his friend, and did his best to make eye contact.

“We’re not here to hurt you. But you need to talk to us.” Freddie said, biting his lip nervously.

“Y-yeah…” Brad said softly. “How about we go back…

Carly noted when Brad tried to get ahead of Freddie with a sense of urgency, but she knew better than to let that happen. She took a gentle hold on Brad’s shoulder.

“We know the way, we won’t get lost.” She teased. Brad did his best to smile back at her, but Carly saw right through him. She glanced over at Sam worriedly. Sam glanced back at her, and gave her a thumbs up.

Carly felt horrible that she was essentially leading her friend into a trap, but she didn’t have any other choice. Brad wasn’t making things easy, so they weren’t going to, either.

“So will you talk to us?” Sam asked once they reached Brad’s room. Strategically avoiding the bed, Brad dropped down on his computer chair, leaving the bed for the three of them to squeeze onto.

“Uh… I don’t have anything to say.” He insisted, twiddling his fingers in his lap. Finally, he sighed, looking straight at them.

“I’m fine. Really. It’s getting better.” He lied, trying to make it sound convincing.

Sam stared blankly at Brad.

“You have until the count of three to change your answer. One… Two…”

“I’m not changing my answer.” Brad said, just as Sam said “Three.”

At this, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Sam got up and grabbed Brad’s shoulders.

“Listen to me, and listen well, Fudgeface. You’re not hiding anything from us, so you’d better fess up, or I swear-“

“-Sam!” Freddie called out.

Freddie watched as Sam whipped around to face him.

“What?!” She asked harshly. 

“Look at him. Look what you’re doing!” Freddie exclaimed worriedly. Brad looked horrified. He shrunk back in his chair, and tried his best to blink away the evergrowing film of tears that was forming in his eyes.

“Chiz… I’m sorry.” Sam said softly. She stepped back and looked down. “Someone else should give it a try.”

Freddie took this as his cue and got up. He took a step toward Brad. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Brad.

“You said you didn’t come here to hurt me.” He said, his voice breaking.

Freddie could have sworn he felt his heart break.

“She didn’t mean it!” Carly exclaimed, immediately jumping to Sam’s defense. Sam waved her hand dismissively. But by the looks of it, the damage had already been done.

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome tonight.” Brad said shakily.

“Brad…” Carly said sadly.

“I’m fine. Really. Just go.” He waved a hand toward the door, holding his ground. 

“You need to let us help you-” Carly insisted, but he cut her off.

“What if I don’t want to be helped?” Brad snapped harshly, zeroing in on her. “What if I can’t be helped? Have you guys thought about that?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sam shook her head, “of course you can.”

He groaned, “It’s been over six months since that stupid accident. And I’m still suffering for it? That doesn’t seem normal, does it?” 

Sam looked down at the ground for a moment. She had done this. It was her fault. Just like it had been her who had hurt Freddie so badly that he’d ended up in the hospital, and just like it had been her who reduced Carly to tears before managing to get her to tell her the truth. It was always her.

She sighed.

"It’s not unusual, Brad. Stuff like this has a lasting effect on you. It doesn’t just go away."

"It’s been six months-"

"-Doesn’t matter." Sam said. She ran a hand over her heated face.

Focus.

But she couldn’t.

Because Sam didn’t help people. All she did was hurt them.

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Freddie took note of how Brad’s whole body was practically trembling. He knelt down in front of his friend, and did his best to make eye contact.

“We’re not here to hurt you. But you need to talk to us.” Freddie said, biting his lip nervously.

“Y-yeah…” Brad said softly. “How about we go back…

Carly noted when Brad tried to get ahead of Freddie with a sense of urgency, but she knew better than to let that happen. She took a gentle hold on Brad’s shoulder.

“We know the way, we won’t get lost.” She teased. Brad did his best to smile back at her, but Carly saw right through him. She glanced over at Sam worriedly. Sam glanced back at her, and gave her a thumbs up.

Carly felt horrible that she was essentially leading her friend into a trap, but she didn’t have any other choice. Brad wasn’t making things easy, so they weren’t going to, either.

“So will you talk to us?” Sam asked once they reached Brad’s room. Strategically avoiding the bed, Brad dropped down on his computer chair, leaving the bed for the three of them to squeeze onto.

“Uh… I don’t have anything to say.” He insisted, twiddling his fingers in his lap. Finally, he sighed, looking straight at them.

“I’m fine. Really. It’s getting better.” He lied, trying to make it sound convincing.

Sam stared blankly at Brad.

"You have until the count of three to change your answer. One… Two…"

"I’m not changing my answer." Brad said, just as Sam said "Three."

At this, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Sam got up and grabbed Brad’s shoulders.

"Listen to me, and listen well, Fudgeface. You’re not hiding anything from us, so you’d better fess up, or I swear-“

"-Sam!" Freddie called out.

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Sam was sprawled out over Carly’s couch, flipping through the channels while she waited for Carly to get downstairs, and for Freddie to arrive.

They had all been endlessly worried about Brad ever since Freddie had first brought up Brad’s panic attack. They had let Brad believe that he’d tricked…

Freddie knocked three times before walking into Carly’s apartment.

“Hey,” He said to Sam. Sam nodded her head in his direction. “Carly still upstairs?” He asked. Sam nodded again. He looked at her phone on the table. “Did you get anything from him?” 

“Nope.” Sam said, popping the p. Freddie sighed.

“Me neither.”

He looked around awkwardly for a moment, before moving Sam’s legs over a bit so he could sit down. He was not at all surprised when, within a second of sitting down, he had become part of Sam’s cushion. 

He tried to keep his attention on the TV, but his worry for Brad was clouding over his mind. His friend obviously needed help, but he did nothing but close himself off to them. 

Freddie saw the same stubbornness in his friend that he remembered being instilled in himself months before. 

And that scared him.

Carly smiled softly for a moment when she came down the stairs. The sight of her friends not fighting, or Sam trying to harm Freddie in any way was refreshing. She was already worried enough as it was about Brad. She had tried time after time to talk to him after the incident in their history class, but he was ignoring her entirely.

He had told her that it was nothing, before dashing out of the room. But Carly knew that it wasn’t nothing. Everyone did. 

And she was going to do her best to get to the bottom of it.

They were getting worse.

The flashbacks, when before they were only once or twice a week, have started coming every night, making him increasingly more tired throughout the day.

He really didn’t know what to do.

He was sure he could handle them himself - they had to die down eventually right? And he really didn’t want to involve his friends or family in it, make them any more worried than they already were. 

It would be fine. Everything was fine.

Sam sighed.

“You didn’t get anything from Brad either, huh?” Freddie asked Carly. She frowned when she shook her head. 

“Well, we can’t just sit around and do nothing anymore. It’s pretty obvious that Brad’s not going to come to us. We need to go to him, and figure this out.” Sam said, a few pitches short of anger.

She didn’t know what exactly was going on in Brad’s head, but Sam wasn’t going to let him push them away when perhaps, this was when he needed them most.

“She’s right, you know.” Carly said, looking at Freddie. Freddie frowned. He knew that Sam was right. But he identified with his friend, and knew that he would close himself off just a little bit more, and then…

Then he would break down. And it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Look, you’re either in or you’re out.” Sam said. Carly looked expectantly at Freddie.

“Alright, I’m in. Let’s go.” 

Carly shrugged on her coat as she and her friends exited Bushwell. The new autumn air was chilly, but incredibly refreshing. 

“So, how are we doing this?” Carly asked.

“We’re telling him that we’re not putting up with this ‘I’m fine’ chiz anymore.” Sam said.  

When Freddie nodded in agreement, Carly nodded too, and they continued to walk to Brad’s house.

“Brad! Your friends are here to see you!”

He heard his mom call up to him, and he panicked. What were they doing here? After quickly calculating the time it would take for him to jump out of his second story window, he had to come to terms with the fact that we was being ridiculous. They were his friends. He couldn’t avoid them forever.

Brad slowly made his way down the stairs, peering his head around the corner once he made the landing.

“Hey guys…” he started slowly, unsure of their present feelings. He had been avoiding them for the past week…

“Long time no see.” Freddie commented, keeping his eyes trained on Brad, as if expecting him to run out the door. Brad really couldn’t blame them.

He moved to sit on the chair by them, indicating his plans to stick around. 

“Yeah, I’ve been… busy.” He trailed off, not really expecting them to buy it.

Sam raised her eyebrow.

"Well, do tell, Fudgeface. What’s been keeping you so occupied?"

"Oh, uh…Just… y’know… Stuff." Brad stammered. 

Sam sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Brad appeared to be overly fascinated with the floor. This was all too familiar to her. It was as though she could literally count down the minutes until Brad would snap with all of their eyes on him.

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Sam was sprawled out over Carly’s couch, flipping through the channels while she waited for Carly to get downstairs, and for Freddie to arrive.

They had all been endlessly worried about Brad ever since Freddie had first brought up Brad’s panic attack. They had let Brad believe that he’d tricked…

Freddie knocked three times before walking into Carly’s apartment.

“Hey,” He said to Sam. Sam nodded her head in his direction. “Carly still upstairs?” He asked. Sam nodded again. He looked at her phone on the table. “Did you get anything from him?” 

“Nope.” Sam said, popping the p. Freddie sighed.

“Me neither.”

He looked around awkwardly for a moment, before moving Sam’s legs over a bit so he could sit down. He was not at all surprised when, within a second of sitting down, he had become part of Sam’s cushion. 

He tried to keep his attention on the TV, but his worry for Brad was clouding over his mind. His friend obviously needed help, but he did nothing but close himself off to them. 

Freddie saw the same stubbornness in his friend that he remembered being instilled in himself months before. 

And that scared him.

Carly smiled softly for a moment when she came down the stairs. The sight of her friends not fighting, or Sam trying to harm Freddie in any way was refreshing. She was already worried enough as it was about Brad. She had tried time after time to talk to him after the incident in their history class, but he was ignoring her entirely.

He had told her that it was nothing, before dashing out of the room. But Carly knew that it wasn’t nothing. Everyone did. 

And she was going to do her best to get to the bottom of it.

They were getting worse.

The flashbacks, when before they were only once or twice a week, have started coming every night, making him increasingly more tired throughout the day.

He really didn’t know what to do.

He was sure he could handle them himself - they had to die down eventually right? And he really didn’t want to involve his friends or family in it, make them any more worried than they already were. 

It would be fine. Everything was fine.

Sam sighed.

"You didn’t get anything from Brad either, huh?" Freddie asked Carly. She frowned when she shook her head. 

"Well, we can’t just sit around and do nothing anymore. It’s pretty obvious that Brad’s not going to come to us. We need to go to him, and figure this out." Sam said, a few pitches short of anger.

She didn’t know what exactly was going on in Brad’s head, but Sam wasn’t going to let him push them away when perhaps, this was when he needed them most.