Carly is sitting at the computer, Sam sprawled across the couch as Freddie walks through the door.

"No." Is the first thing heard as Freddie enters the Shay's apartment, he looks to find Carly at sitting at the computer and Sam sprawled out on the couch.

"Just try it." Carly pleaded

"No"

"Hey, What's going on?"

"Carly's trying to get me to take this stupid quiz she found on the internet" Sam says annoyed

"Oh come on Sam, don't you think it would be fun to find out what kind of person you should marry." Carly spoke in an all to cheery voice.

"Well I all ready know who I'm going to marry." Freddie chimed in looking at Carly with undeserved confidence

"Yah, a girl that goes weekly therapy sessions if she's crazy enough to marry you."

"You know what Sam! If you-"

"Oh that reminds me!" Carly says cutting Freddie off, "Your therapist called and said that she's gonna have to move your appointments back an hour."

"What? Those appointments already make me late for rehearsal! Great, remind me to call her later."

"Ok, but why'd you give your therapist this number?"

"Because I figured there was a better chance of you remembering to give me a message then my mother."

"Alright, come on lets go think up ideas for the next show." Carly got up and started up the stairs.

"Come one dork." Sam said as she stood up noticing that Freddie hadn't made an effort to move. As she walked around the couch towards the stairs she noticed he was just staring at her with one eyebrow cocked.

"What!?"

"You go to weekly therapy sessions?"

"No, I go to daily therapy sessions. Get your facts straight." She rolled her eyes and ran up the stairs. Freddie just let out a small laugh, more of a giggle really, shook his head and followed her up.