Freddie walked into Carly's apartment to find Sam on the couch, spraying some of Carly and Spencer's Cheese Whizz into her mouth. Freddie stopped in the doorway and raised his eyebrows.

"Do I need to ask?"

"What's there to know? They got cheese, so I got cheese. Mama loves her cheese." Sam sprayed some more into her mouth as Freddie brought his laptop to the counter.

"Is Carly home?"

"Nope. She went with Spencer to see the world's smallest macaroni sculpture." Freddie squinted.

"That's strange."

"Yeah, Seattle's a strange place, bud." Sam sprayed some last bit of Cheese Whizz into her mouth before throwing it to the side and sitting up.

"So why are you here? You do know that the kissy stuff you did with Carly is over, right?" Freddie rolled his eyes and brought the laptop to the couch.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt little Fredward's feelings?"

"Sam, just be quiet, okay? I don't need you throwing Carly in my face every chance you get. I already admitted you were right."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't care about that." Freddie pouted at her. "What is it then, Sam? Are you so in love with me that you still can't stand the idea of Carly liking me again? It'll hurt you too much? Is that what it is?"

"Dude, where are you getting this idea that I love you from? You've been bringing it up a lot lately. It's annoying."

Freddie logged onto the iCarly website. He was only half-listening.

"If you're not in love with me, then why does it bother you so much?" Sam stood up and went to get an apple from the fridge. Actually, she had no idea why it was so annoying. She used to be able to just pinch Freddie and be over it. Nowadays, she didn't even feel like causing him physical pain anymore. She had no idea what was going on with her, so she decided to tell him the truth.

"I'm just not in the mood. Hearing the same thing day after day makes me want to vomit. The whole idea makes me want to vomit." Freddie still wasn't paying too much attention. He was too busy looking at the iCarly ratings.

"iCarly fans want more debates. You know, the random stuff we used to do with me, you and Spence?" Sam came back with her apple and plopped herself back down on the couch. Freddie flinched at the loud sound of the crunching apple.

"We don't do those as much as we used to." Freddie shrugged.

"I just haven't thought of it. But maybe, if you stopped abusing me all the time, I would think about doing things with you more often."

"Ya huh. Keep dreaming, Fredward." Sam slapped the top of his head and then slapped his cheek. Freddie groaned.

"Dreams are all I have left at this point."

"I guess that's true, now that Carly dumped you and you now realize that the only person who will ever love you is your mama."

Freddie stood up. He had it by now. Sam had been bringing up Carly from the day that they broke up, but only to him. She didn't make any comments to Carly about it. Only Freddie had to deal with it. He really had enough of it this time.

"What's your deal? And I dumped Carly because I listened to you!" Sam stood up as well. She couldn't let Freddie be above her.

"Guess what, Freddo? It would've happened the other way around if you didn't! I helped you and you know it!"

"You don't know that! I don't know that! Nobody knows that!"

"And I'm sorry, but I find it a little ironic how the only action you've ever gotten from any girl has been from your two best friends! What's the deal with that, huh?"

Freddie opened his mouth a few times to speak, but no sound came out. Is that really what Sam thought of him? Did she really think that he was trying to pull something?

"That has nothing to do with it and you know that." He stated a little more calmly this time. Sam was breathing heavy. She could feel her eyes get red, but she refused to cry in front of Freddie. She refused to. It wasn't because she was hurt. It was because she was pissed.

"Carly and I couldn't share anything. Do you know that?" her voice quivered. "I mean, she told me about you guys. But she couldn't tell me the good stuff. Not like I'd want to know everything in detail anyway, but she wouldn't tell me what it was like or how much she liked it or anything that best friends are supposed to tell each other. I was happy for Carly, and she still wouldn't tell me anything. Do you know how much that hurts?" tears started to pour over now. Sam tried not to care, but Freddie did. He didn't mean to do any harm.

"Well let me tell you, it hurts when you start to realize that you are slowly loosing your best friend. You messed things up, Freddie." Freddie frowned at her. His voice was a whisper now. "Sam, I really didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't even matter anyway, because you've convinced Carly that someday you guys might get back together and then guess where that leaves me?" Freddie was just about to speak when the door pushed open.

"Guess who got a piece of the world's smallest macaroni sculpture?!?" Spencer yelled as he walked in. Carly walked in behind him, laughing. However, they both stopped when they saw Sam's face.

"Sam, Freddie—what...?"

"See you, Carls." Sam pushed through Carly, wiping her eyes on her way out. Freddie stood, still as stone.

Sam was right. He messed up.