(Carly's POV)

I thought for a second. I know the answer, but...There's just something trying to hold me back. While I was trying to compromise an answer, I hear myself explain: "Well, yes. When you saved my life, I knew I was in love with you, not what you did. Yeah, life saving is kind of heroic, but nothing can replace the Freddie Benson I know."

"Well, I'm glad you finally understand me," he replies, while he looks at me.

I just smile back.

"I love you, Freddie Benson," I say.

"I love you too, Carly Shay."

"You don't seem surprised that I finally admit I'm in love with you."

"Well..." And then, he just stared at me.

The space between us got smaller, as he got closer, inch by inch.

Next thing I know, our lips met, and now we're kissing.

As minutes pass, things got a little rougher, so I break the kiss, and say: "I don't want to too far."

"Sorry," Freddie says as he takes a step back.

Then, awkward silence just filled the room.

"I'm sorry for kissing you," Freddie interrupts the silence.

"It's fine, really. I...actually...liked it..." I say.

"Hm. So...You want me to be...your...boyfriend?" Freddie asks.

"I'd love that," I reply with a smile.

"I never thought Carly Shay could possibly love me back."

"Well, believe it. It's all thanks to this room, where I realized everything about me...and you."

Then, someone knocks really hard on my door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR, PLEASE!" That can't be Sam, because she can unlock the door, so that must be Spencer.

"Oh, shit! Carly, follow me!" Freddie whispers.

He gets something from the bottom of my bed, holds my hand, open the closest door, and waits for the closest door to close.

"Hide!" Freddie commands.

I hide for a while, and I hear Freddie's voice again.

"Carly?"

"I'm over here!"

I grab his hand.

"Okay."

He gently pulls me out of the sea of clothes, to an unfamiliar pathway.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"While we were fixing up your bedroom, I asked the people to make pathways from your bedroom to the studio, downstairs, my loft, and even the lobby."

"Oh, so you came from your loft to my bedroom?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Now, come on!"

He leads me to a three way, including the pathway we're on.

"The pathway ahead of us leads to the studio, and the one below us leads downstairs. Which one do you want to go?" He asks.

"Downstairs, I guess. I actually want to go down to the lobby."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Freddie walks to a panel, and presses a button.

I look down and see a slide.

"Woah! That looks fun!" I admit.

"You go first, my love." He gestures.

"You're such a gentleman, Freddie."

I gladly slide down.

"Ahhhh! How long is this slide?" I shout.

"About...I don't know...50 feet long, I guess!"

"Really?"

"Well, yeah!"

After that, we just talk.

"So, since this game might go after hours, can I sleep at your room?" Freddie asks.

"Sure. But, just be a good boy," I tell him.

"Wait...I think Sam's here. Follow me," Freddie whispers. "Before we go, what sounds better for you, reverse sky diving or easy rock climbing?"

"Reverse sky diving sounds fun."

"Okay, follow me!"

Freddie leads me to a big pipe.

"Hang on!"

After what seems to be my death, we were back at my bedroom.

"I wonder what Sam and Spencer are up to," I wonder.

(Spencer's POV)

Where can she be?

She can be anywhere.

And, man, it is hot in this building.

I am currently near 6-J, and still no sign of Sam anywhere.

I might as go back to my apartment.

I walk two steps, then stop.

I know someone is behind me.

I quickly turn around.

"Game over," we both say.

As quickly as humanly possible, I try to shoot Sam as fast as possible.

As I try to shoot Sam, I take steps back.

I bump into what seems to be wall, as Sam says, "You got no way to escape now. You're done for."

I panic for a second, but then I find a button. Once I recognized this odd button, I realized what this button does.

"No, Sam. You're all wrong."

I quickly press the button, go up a pipe, and stop at the studio.

"Wow, that was fun!"

(Freddie's POV)

In Carly's bedroom...

We are just laying down on Carly's bed, Carly has one hand on my chest, while I hold that hand with one hand, and twirl Carly's hair with the other.

"But, I thought I was just foreign bacon to you," I explain.

"Well, you're not. I love the Freddie Benson I know, how matter how heroic or strong you are. I know that the real Freddie Benson is still in you. The one who is so techie. The one who is so smart. The one that wasn't very popular at first. The one who I first loved, but denied multiple times, but doesn't give up. The one who is cukie; the one I always loved ever since," Carly told me.

"I'm...cukie?"

"Yeah. I made up that word just for you."

"Well, okay, Ms. Know-It-All. Tell me, what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

"I don't know! Why, do you know, huh?"

"Well, duh. It is roughly 11 meters per second."

"I love how you are just so cukie."

"Well, I apprecaite that."

I look at the clock.

"It's almost 9 at night. We should probably sleep." I start to get up, but Carly stops me.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor," I say.

"Why?" she questions.

"Because you never told me to sleep on the bed," I answer.

"But, I never told you that you sleep on the floor," she explains.

"So, does that mean I can sleep on the bed?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"So, where are you sleeping?"

"On the bed, next to you, duh."

"Really?" I was shocked for some reason.

"Well, yeah. But, don't go around thinking the bad. I just want to cuddle with somone tonight."

"Well, okay." I lay back down on Carly's bed. Carly then embraces me.

"Goodnight, Freddie."

"Goodnight, Carly."

(Spencer's POV)

At the studio...

Midnight. So what?

"Must...Continue...Working on...THIS," I say to myself, trying to stay awake.

I am currently making a water proof wall around a yellow tent.

For some reason, at that time, I thought that the only way to stay awake is to stomp.

"Break time," I murmur, then just randomly jumps up and down.

Next thing you and I know, I fall through the floor (also known as Carly's bedroom ceiling.)

I end up on the floor of Carly's bedroom.

Apparently, I startle Carly; enough to wake her up.

"What? Don't shoot me or Freddie! Huh?" She says quickly.

"Hey Carls," I greet as I sit on the rubble.

"Spencer...Why are you here? You know I'm sleeping!" She makes a semi-tantrum.

"Ow! What?" Freddie emerges from nowhere.

"Sorry, Freddie," Carly apologises.

"It's fine...Why is Spencer sitting on rubble?"

"Hey guys. I was just making something upstairs, and ended up here. But don't worry. I'll fix it. And, I won't shoot. This water gun battle is only Sam versus me, so..." I explain.

"Oh, okay," Freddie says.

He stands up, and gets something from under Carly's bed.

"Here. If you ever run out of water, here's a flamethrower."

"Uh, thanks. I should better fix that ceiling," I say as I look up.

I run out the door.

(Freddie's POV)

"Well, that was weird," I say, just before laying down on Carly's bed.

"It was Spencer, so of course it was weird. Come on, hug me and just sleep. Goodnight, Freddie," Carly says.

"Okay, fine." I lay down on the right side of Carly's bed.

I face Carly, and Carly smiles at me.

"Goodnight, my love," I say.

"Goodnight, cukie one," she replies.

As a little surprise, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

I wrap my arms around her, and finally fall asleep.