Thank you guys for your comments as usual. I think I managed to put up my poll on my profile…I'm not entirely sure…thanks for your suggestions and I hope you enjoy CHAPTER SEVEN.

DISCLAIMER: iCarly may be on my Christmas list, but somehow I don't think I'm going to get it. Until I do, it doesn't belong to me. Liz Davidson, however, does.

"That was the best movie I've ever seen," Liz laughed, walking into the Bushwell Plaza lobby with Freddie. "I mean, the part where he jumped out of the tree and the monkey just watched? Priceless!"

"I know, right?" Freddie agreed, chuckling too. He pressed the button for the elevator and, after a moment's hesitation, slipped an arm around Liz's shoulders. She smiled at him and leaned her head on his shoulder. With a ding, the elevator arrived and they both stepped in. Freddie pressed the seven and they zoomed off.

"So I talked to Sam," Freddie commented as they stood in the elevator. Liz seemed surprised.

"Really? She spoke to you?" she asked, shocked. "I thought she was ignoring you."

"I did too," he shrugged. "But she came out and actually apologized. It was so…un-Sam-like."

"Seems like it…"

Freddie smiled slightly. "But she'll be nicer now. I know she will."

Liz didn't look like she believed him. "Uh huh…I'll believe that when I see it." Freddie nodded. That was an understandable reaction.

The elevator stopped at Liz's floor and they both stepped out, walking slowly to apartment 7E. Once they reached the front door, Liz smiled and took out her key, fiddling with it in her hand. "I had a nice time," she told Freddie, then laughed. "I'm sorry, that was so cliché."

Freddie shrugged. "I'd rather you be cliché than have you say you had a bad time."

"Good point," Liz said, impressed. "Well I did have a good time. Thanks Freddie." She paused for a minute before adding, "You're a great guy."

Freddie nodded, nervous. "I had a good time too. I like you a lot."

"Ditto," Liz giggled. She put her key into the lock on the door and opened it. "I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah," Freddie agreed. Liz started to walk inside her apartment. "Uh, wait," Freddie suddenly said, and she did. Freddie hesitated for a moment before placing his hands around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

She seemed surprised at first, but certainly didn't object to his sudden kiss and her arms slowly wrapped around his neck.

Her lips were soft and her breath smelled fresh and minty. This girl is the most beautiful girl I've ever met, was all that Freddie could even think. She was. Liz was beautiful on the outside with her soft brown hair and smoky hazel eyes. She was beautiful on the inside with her uniqueness and fun-natured personality. She was just beautiful.

But then Carly popped into his head.

All of the sudden, it was like he was comparing this kiss to the kisses he shared with Carly during the short time he dated her.

Sam too. That kiss they had shared on the fire escape…

In just a five second kiss, all three of the girls in his life had come to his mind.

Freddie broke out of the kiss, maybe a little suddenly. He hoped that Liz wouldn't notice.

If she did, she didn't show it. She just smiled and they hugged before, with a final goodbye, she walked into her apartment and shut the door. Freddie ran both his hands through his hair, exhaling deeply, and quickly ran up the stairs one floor to his apartment.

As soon as he reached his front door, Carly's door opened. Freddie turned to see Sam exiting the Shay's apartment. "Oh…hey," she said, surprised to see him there.

"Hey," he greeted. "What's up?"

Sam shrugged. "Nothin' much…Carly wanted me to come over and watch chick flicks with her."

Freddie's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "I thought you guys didn't like chick flicks? I mean, we even spoofed them on iCarly that one time."

Sam looked at him like he was an idiot. "Yeah, but chick flicks are what you watch whenever you get shot down by the guy you like."

"Oooh…" Freddie said guiltily. "She's upset? I mean…I didn't think she was." At the time, Carly had seemed okay with the whole, I'm dating Liz news.

Flashback

"Liz? You're dating Liz?" Carly was looking up at Freddie expectantly, a little bit of hurt showing in her face. Freddie bit his lip, feeling cornered.

"Well…yeah," he finally admitted. "I mean, we're going on a date tomorrow. We're not, like…boyfriend/girlfriend but…"

"But you want it to be like that," Carly finished for him, looking down.

Freddie decided honesty was the best policy here. "I do," he confirmed. "Carly, I liked you for a long time. Since, what, sixth grade? I've just decided to move on. I like Liz a lot and I think she likes me too."

Carly nodded. "I understand."

Freddie smiled, glad she did understand. "That's great. We're cool right? Still best buds?" He held out a fist for her to bump.

Rolling her eyes and smiling back, Carly fist bumped him. "Still best buds."

End Flashback

Sam raised her eyebrows at Freddie. "Of course she's going to seem like she's okay, Fredwina. Carly isn't gonna tell the guy who ripped her heart out that he ripped her heart out."

Freddie winced. "Awesome choice of words, Sam. You sure know how to make someone feel better."

"Yeah, well fortunately that wasn't my goal," Sam told him, sounding more like her old self.

Shaking his head, Freddie started to walk towards the Shay's front door. "I have to go and talk to her…" Sam caught his arm.

"No way Fredwardo," Sam scolded. "I sat through that stupid traveling pants movie so she'd pull herself together, and I am not letting you just walk in there and mess her up again."

With a sigh, Freddie nodded. "Fine," he muttered. "I'm going to talk to her though. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Sam snorted, for some reason. When Freddie gave her a strange look, she just returned his gaze, steely and strong, like usual. Shrugging, Freddie reached into his pocket for his key. He came up with nothing.

"Oh, no," he groaned, and tried to open the front door. Of course it was locked.

"Locked out, nub?" Sam asked, amused. Freddie gave her a Look. "Why not just knock on the door? Your mom'll come running, hysterically screaming about germs or bacteria or something." Sam laughed.

"My mom's in Fresno for the Aggressive Parenting Conference," Freddie reminded her. "She's not back until tomorrow afternoon." He turned back to the door and tried once again to open it.

Shick. Freddie started at the sound from behind him and saw Sam with a switch knife in her hand. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, holding up his hands. "Hey, I thought we were good now, Sam, I don't think we need to have a murder!"

Sam rolled her eyes at him. "Relax Freddumbo," she told him, and walked over to his door. Within two minutes, she had his door open and was placing her knife back into her pocket. Freddie was impressed.

"You picked my lock with a knife?" he asked. "No wonder you've been to juvie so many times."

"Yeah, well, it's a skill," Sam defended herself. She walked into Freddie's apartment.

"Hey!" Freddie called, and followed. He made his way into the kitchen and found Sam about to open the fridge. "So now you're going to steal my food?"

"I got you in your house," she challenged. "I get some reward."

Freddie got an idea. He walked over to the fridge and leaned against it, effectively blocking Sam's access to it. "Well, my mom made pot roast the other night. I think there's some left."

"Let me at it, Benson."

Freddie held up a finger, signaling for her to wait. "You can have some of this delicious pot roast on one condition and one condition only."

"I got you into your house and now you're placing conditions on your food?" Sam whined, but didn't try to get past him. Freddie took that as a cue to continue.

"You have to tell me why you hate Liz so much," Freddie stated. Sam's eyes noticeably widened and she looked around nervously. "Come on, Puckett," Freddie challenged. "You know you want to tell me."

Sam opened her mouth to answer.