Carly, Sam, and Freddie entered Carly's apartment later that afternoon clutching bags. The trip was not as bad as Sam had expected, though she did have to distract Carly so did not see the clearance rack of tank tops. She knew Carly would find one to make Sam try on and would want to see it on her. She was always badgering Sam about wearing long sleeves all the time. Instead, they each had bought a new pair of shoes and some bras, and Freddie had bought a new flash drive,

Suddenly Sam's phone beeped indicating she had a text message. It was from Freddie telling her that his mom was out running errands for the next few hours and that if she wanted to come over to talk, she could.

"Whose the text from?" Carly asked.

"My mom," Sam lied. "I've gotta get home. See you guys later."

"Bye Sam."

"I should get going too," Freddie said.

"Later, Freddie."

Sam was waiting around the corner in the hall for Freddie to come out. She followed him into his apartment.

Freddie led Sam to his bedroom which was on the 2nd floor. His apartment was practically identical to Carly's except that it was backwards and there was no elevator. She had expected his room to be full of nerd stuff, like tech equipment and posters from Galaxy Wars. Instead, it was actually fairly sophisticated. His bed was a solid royal blue color. He had a desktop computer on the desk in the corner. A T.V. sat on the dresser across from his bed. There were only two posters on the wall. One was for iCarly and the other was one advertising the match between Carly and Shelby Marx. Next to his desk was a cork board filled with photos. Sam got closer and noticed most of them were of the trio. As Sam glanced at the pictures, Freddie joined her side.

"That one is my favorite." The photo he was pointing to was the three of them at the iWeb award show in Japan. Sam was in the middle with both of her arms around Carly and Freddie. Carly had a hold of the award they just won and all three of them were caked in mud. It was obvious from the picture that the photographer had caught a shot right while Sam was in the middle of laughing. "I love the face you're making in that one," Freddie said. Sam couldn't help but smile looking at the picture.

Snapping back to the present, Sam walked away from the pictures and sat down on the edge of Freddie's bed. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" she asked nervously.

"Sam, I'm not going to tell Carly, but I can't promise you I won't tell a counselor unless you promise to talk this over with someone."

"Can I talk to you?" she asked sheepishly.

"Of course you can," he said as he sat beside her.

She stared at the floor for a couple minutes, scrunching her face up like she was about to talk, but then changing her mind at the last second. She finally gave up and flopped backwards onto the bed letting out an exasperated sigh. Freddie lied down next to her and they both stared at the ceiling. "We don't have to talk right now."

"It's too quiet in here," she said. "We need to talk about something."

"Fried chicken?" he laughed.

Sam turned to him and smiled. She propped her head up on her hand and asked, "You don't think Spencer will tell Carly, do you? He's not very good at keeping secrets."

"I think he will keep quiet about this one. It's pretty huge," he replied.

"Yeah. I probably should apologize to him. I think I really freaked him out."

"Oh, you're gonna go back to Carly's then?"

Sam was surprised by the disappointment in his voice. "No, not right now. I'm hanging out with you."

Freddie smiled. There was an awkward moment of silence so Freddie poked her in the nose and make a strange noise that sounded like a wounded sheep. She responded by poking him in the stomach and mooing. He laughed and started repeatedly poking her in the stomach trying to tickle her. She squealed with laughter. Freddie had practically pinned her down and she was laughing so hard that tears were coming out of her eyes. She tried to beg Freddie to stop but could not quite get the words out through the squeals.

"Freddie...I...hafta....pee!" she choked out, still in hysterics. This only made Freddie tickler her harder. After this morning, he was thrilled to see that these were tears of joy in her eyes, and not those of pain.

"Freddie...I'm.....serious...stop!"

"You don't sound too serious, Freddie laughed.

"No...really...I...need to.....pee!"

Freddie pretended not to hear her and endured with the tickling session. Suddenly, her expression changed. She stopped laughing and forcefully pushed Freddie off of her. He landed hard on the floor.

He jumped to his feet. "Hey, what was that for?...Oh..."

Sam was sitting now, looking mortified. Freddie stared in disbelief as he realized what happened. There was a large dark patch on Sam's red stretch pants and a huge wet spot on the blanket under her.

"I...um..." she stammered. "I couldn't hold it...it just started coming out...and I couldn't stop it."

Freddie thought she looked like a shameful puppy sitting there like that. He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer. He pulled out a pack of unopened boxers. He handed a pair of green ones to Sam. "Here, change into these and I'll wash the blankets. And you can give me your wet clothes and I'll wash those too."

"Thanks," she muttered as she headed toward the bathroom. Freddie began stripping the bed. As Sam walked away, Freddie was suddenly very thankful his mom did not allow any sharp objects in the house because he was pretty sure Sam was feeling tempted right now.

She returned a minute later clad in Freddie's boxers and holding her wet clothes. She followed him downstairs to the back of the apartment where the washer and dryer were. Freddie loaded the machine while Sam leaned against the dryer. "How badly did I ruin your mattress?"

"Not at all, actually. I used to wet the bed so my mom still makes me put a plastic sheet on it, just in case." He suddenly seemed taken aback by his own willingness to share this information with anyone, especially a girl. Sam raised her eyebrows at him. Then she smiled. "Good thing you were a bedwetter. I mean, good for me anyways." Freddie laughed. "The laundry will be awhile. Let's go find some food. C'mon," he said. Sam followed Freddie to the kitchen.