A/N: Hey! So, as I told you, I'd update today! Yay! :P Enjoy!

(Freddie's POV)

"Nope. I'm not gonna' waste time giving you little kisses right now when I can give you much longer ones when we get outta' here," she said with a wink. "Now go downstairs!"

She pushed me through the door.

"Okay! Ow!" I said, tripping a bit out the door.

I grabbed her hand again and went sprinting down the stairs. As expected, Carly, Gibby, and Spencer were there.

"Hey, guys, where have you be-," Carly started, but I cut her off.

"Sorry, guys, Sam and I have to run to the pharmacy to…" I looked at Sam, who looked at me with a smirk. "…to pick up my ointment," I mumbled.

"To what?" Carly asked.

"To pick up my ointment, okay!" I yelled quickly. "C'mon," I said to Sam, grabbing her hand and running towards the door.

(Carly's POV)

"WAIT! GUYS, YOU NEED TO GET ME SOMETHING FROM THERE, T-! Annnd, there they go," Spencer called out to them as they left the apartment.

"What in the world would you need from the pharmacy?" I asked Spencer expectedly.

"Nothing…" he trailed off.

"Well, if you just screamed that you needed something, then why would-," I started.

"Okay, fine, I need rash ointment, okay! Geez!" he yelled back.

I laughed a bit.

"Why do you need rash ointment?" I asked, my voice breaking a bit at the end as I was trying to stifle a laugh.

He looked at me, his cheeks turning pink.

"…This onesie is giving me a rash with an intensity you can't understand," he whimpered, scratching at his neck and butt a bit.

I laughed again. "Well, that also proves it… You're a man-child," I concluded.

"Am not!" he protested, frowning like a pouty 3-year-old.

"Man-child!" I taunted.

"Stop saying that!" he whined.

"Spencer Shay is a man-child! And he finally admits it!" I sang, prancing around the room.

"No!" he yelled, chasing after me.

(Sam's POV)

'Ugh, why is Freddie such a good kisser?' I thought to myself.

Once we left the apartment, we'd barely gotten across the hallway when Freddie turned me around and started attacking my lips with his. My back was pressed against his apartment door. His hands were wrapped around me, roaming my lower back, and my hands were tightly gripped onto his shoulders, our usual kissing formation.

"SPENCER SHAY IS A MAN-CHILD!" we heard from Carly's apartment door, followed by a girly scream.

Freddie tore his lips away from mine, cocking his head towards Carly's apartment door with a confused expression on his face. His head slowly turned back towards me.

"What in the world is going on in the-," he began, but I cut him off, forcefully pressing my lips against his.

He groaned, and then pulled away, a smirk on his face.

"I doubt that's what's going on in there," he laughed.

I rolled my eyes with a small smile, but forced his lips back to mine, kissing him once again.

"Shut up," I mumbled against his lips. "We only have about an hour left."

"Mmm. Mmhmm," he agreed against my lips, his voice rumbling against them.

This time, I pulled away and looked at him. He looked like a pouty 3-year-old.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked, frowning.

I laughed. "Is your mom home?" I asked, rattling the doorknob to his apartment door, asking him to unlock it.

"Nah, she's… out…" he trailed off and looked away, blushing.

I nodded expectedly, looking for the rest of the answer, "Annnd?"

"She's out… picking up… my… uhh…" he mumbled.

"Picking up your…?" I prodded.

"Uhh… ointment," he said, trying to sound nonchalant and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

I began to laugh, trying to stifle it at first, and then I just let it out.

"AHAHAHAHA! You're mom… is picking up… your… your…!" I tried to finish, but ended up gasping for air. Dag, I was laughing so hard. Oh, GOD, this was too funny. "So I was right the… the… whole entire… t-time!" I managed to get out, still holding my stomach from laughing so hard. Aw, man, I could feel my abs burning already!

(Freddie's POV)

"It's not funny!" I protested.

"Uh, yeah, actually, it's really funny," she said back, still laughing a bit. But thankfully, what was once a laugh attack turned into small giggles.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile.

"Well, now that I'm done dying of laughter," she began with a big grin, "when will Crazy get back?"

"She's not that crazy," I said.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me like I just said a joke.

"Okay, maybe a little," I gave in.

"Yeah… 'a little'." She said, putting air quotes as she said it. "Now when will she get back!" she asked, punching me in the shoulder.

"Ow!" I yelled, kneading at the spot she just punched. "I don't know! It depends on which one she went to! If we're lucky, she won't be home for another twenty minutes."

"Ugh," she groaned, "and that's only if we're lucky? Shoosh, you're right. Your mom isn't crazy. She's psychotic! Maybe I should've gotten her a brochure from Troubled Waters!"

"Sam!" I yelled at her, but smiling a bit. C'mon… it was a little true. She ripped her shirt just because I wouldn't break up with Sam! Does that not spell out psychotic to you?

"Ah, whatever," she said with a wave of her hand. She turned towards the door. "And why isn't this unlocked yet? Unlock this, Fredward!"

"Okay, okay!" I said, putting my hands up, then looking down to my pocket to dig around for the key. "Y'know, if you were this excited to get into my apartment, maybe you should've-"

I looked up to see the door unlocked and wide open. And Sam with a bobby pin in her mouth, arms crossed, and a smirk on her face. I shook my head, smiling.

"Guessing that's a new record," I said.

"Nah, not really. I already broke my record last week," she said with a shrug.

"Wait… you're telling me you can unlock a door even faster than that?" I asked, my mouth agape, exasperated.

She looked at me like I had five eyes.

"My Uncle Carmine can do it faster than that," she said, still looking at me quizzically.

My mouth fell open even bigger.

"Would you stop standing there and looking like some dying fish and get inside!" she demanded.

I shook my head quickly and snapped back to reality. She was taking her first step inside.

"Wait!" I screamed.

"What!" she bellowed, obviously annoyed.

"You're supposed to leave your shoes out here in the hall!" I chided, pointing down towards the ground, indicating where she was supposed to leave them.

She shook her head.

"Oh, my God," she said, but pulling off her thick boots off anyway, "y'know, even if you think your mom's crazy, you still have a bit of her in you, y'know that?"

"Well, when you've lived with someone like her your entire life, you're bound to pick up at least some of her habits," I shrugged.

She laughed, before taking another step inside.

"WAIT!" I screamed again.

"What now!" she whined.

"I have to put the code in! Unless you want the whole police force to come! Once that alarm goes off, you can't get in," I warned.

She looked at me in disbelief, and then shook her head and put her hands up, walking away from the door.

"Alright, fine, put the code in," she retorted.

"Aight," I said, walking in and putting the code into the keypad by the doorframe.

It was a ridiculously long code; I know. Once I pressed the 30th and final number, Sam was looking at me like some clown who just jumped off the crazy train.

"What?" I asked her.

"Does the code have to be a mile long? It would be hard enough for any burglar to get in here with a four number pass code!" she insisted.

"Well, you know my mom…" I trailed off.

"Oh, yeah, do I know your mom," she joked.

I laughed, pulling off my shoes and tossing them next to hers and then gently pushing her inside. I flipped the light switch.

"You've got to be kidding me," I heard her say from the living room.

A/N: Okay, this is a pretty good length for an update, right? I hoped you liked this chapter! I enjoyed writing it! :D

And no, it's not intended to be a cliffhanger or anything. Mrs. Benson isn't there. lol. That's probably what you were thinking, right? :P Well, she's not. That would just spoil the Seddie downtime you've been craving!

I'll probably update again in a few hours, so stick around! And if you liked this chapter, (or if you hated it; it's okay if you did) please review! I'd love to know your thoughts! :)

Oh, and if you want more Seddie lip-to-lip interaction, don't worry. The next chapter will have plenty of that to go around. ;)