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"Sam turned around under her blanket. She was so restless and nervous and she didn't know why. She couldn't see much in the darkness but she felt that Freddie was lying inches away from her. He rolled over and now they were face to face. Her heart hopped in a curios and uncomfortable way. Maybe Freddie was sick and he was about to give her a disease. She turned around again and sighted.

"Sam?" Freddie suddenly whispered and she winced.

"Uh, yes?" She asked quietly.

"What's up? You're moving all the time." Since they turned the lights out Sam didn't lie still for more than a minute and it made Freddie even more nervous. He couldn't sleep already.

"Oh, I can't sleep."

"Yeah, me neither. Let's go into the living room." He said under his breath and they got up. The living room wasn't as dark as Carly's room, because of the moonlight, but it was still filled with lot of darkness in the corners.

"Do you now what? I thought about the competition thing you wanted to do." Freddie said and he and Sam sat down on the couch.

"What's wrong with it?" Sam asked and took a handful of the popcorn they ate yesterday evening.

"You didn't tell our viewers about it, right?" He asked.

"Nope. We wanted it to be like a surprise at the end."

"Ah, well, I don't think it'll work." Freddie explained. Sam rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Why? What's wrong now, jerk, huh?"

"Look, if perhaps there are about a hundred people coming tomorrow…how the heck are we gonna pick the best out of a hundred? We're just three, well, and Spencer." Sam thought about it. He was right. Actually it was Carly's part to tell him that he was right and not hers but now she just had to do it. It was the most normal thing in the world. Telling someone he was right can't be that hard.

"Hmm, maybe you're right. Let's talk about it with Carly tomorrow." She simply said. Freddie looked a little stunned.

"Euh, o – okay." He said. Sam smirked and then she poked popcorn into his noise.

"Night, dork." she said and got up, leaving Freddie all alone with his thoughts.

"Does she always have to do that?"

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"What does he look like?" Freddie asked excited.

"I don't know! I guess…like a man." Carly said sort of clueless. Freddie raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, really? I didn't th –" He said but Carly interrupted him.

"Shut up… there he is!" She pointed at a middle-aged man that opening the door of the apartment. He was wearing a dark suit and looked at the three kids, unsure if they were the ones he was looking for.

"Excuse me? Is one of you Carly Shay?" He asked kindly and Sam jumped up from the stairs she was sitting on.

"Yup, she is." She said, but didn't let him say anything. "Okay, listen, suit – Harry. Are you famous?" He looked perplexed.

"Well, uh, I think so. I –"Gil started, but Sam interrupted him fast.

"Cool and you promise to do this for free and there's no rub in it?"

"Yes I promise and there's no rub in it." He smiled. Sam grabbed his hand.

"Welcome in the team, moneybags!" She said. Carly laughed hysterically and pushed Sam away.

"Hello, Mr. Wisenheimer. I'm Carly. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, you can call me Gil. This is the place?" He asked and looked around. Carly explained everything and that the house owner said, it shouldn't look too tawdry and sugary, just a little lighter and warmer. But just when Gil wanted to order his people to get the stuff and paints they needed, Lewbert showed up.

"Argh! Get out of here! Out of my Lobby!" He shouted hysterically.

"Oh no, you rotter! You can't do anything against it this time!" Carly repeated victoriously. He screwed his ugly mug up and left, quietly blaspheming them.

"Euh... that was Lewbert. He's…special."