Hi again! So...we're done with Sam's conversation!

Kyleigh17 - here's more! :D

DANNYGRIL3 and kppm13mylife, here is the next update! lol

And thanks everyone that's been enjoying this story so far, as well as everyone that left reviews! We're almost done! After this, only two more chapters to go!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, just the old guy...but he's so fun! ^_^

Oh...and KeyLime? From the old guy - "You're very welcome"....lol

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"Why do we need to be put in a closet together?" Sam angrily asked. The three of them were led to a closet, where it was "suggested" that Sam and Freddie were to be locked in there for a small period of time; no more than twenty minutes. Freddie, still rather confused by his feelings, spoke up.

"It's…it's ok…" he muttered, a bit sad. "Sam doesn't need to spend that long of time in a closet with me," he said, trying to add a little chuckle to that last part, in attempts to cover up his sadness.

"Miss Puckett," the old man began, "if you agree to do this, I promise you two things, one of them being ham." Sam picked her head up at the sound of ham.

"…How big of a ham are we talking here?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him as she did so.

"About as big as your and Miss Shay's heads combined." Sam liked the sound of that.

"And the other?" she asked.

"…That when you leave that closet, you will be proven wrong in what you said to me earlier," he replied to her. "And you Mister Benson, you will still have your heart's desire." Sam just looked over at Freddie, who blushed slightly at this comment. Sam rolled her eyes.

"All right…if going in there with Freddork will get me some ham, then let's do it." And she marched into the closet, dragging Freddie behind her as she did so. Before the door was closed behind them, Sam clicked on a light that was in there with them.

"That girl would do just about anything for meat products." Carly commented. The old man nodded.

"I know," he replied with a grin. Carly's phone began to go off; she checked the caller ID, only to reveal it was Spencer. She picked up her phone, answering the call.

"Hey Spence! What's up? …Wait, slow down! …Why is the apartment covered in processed cheese? …Well, how much cheese are we talking exactly? …Oh my god, Spencer! Why on earth would you do that? I'll be right there!" She hung up the phone. "Sorry…my brother's latest sculpture exploded and now there's processed cheese all over the apartment. Sir, are Sam and Freddie going to be okay while I go help my brother?"

"Yes, Miss Shay. Go help your brother clean up the mess," he replied with a grin. "I'll make sure Miss Puckett and Mister Benson don't kill one another. Believe me…I know how that can be sometimes." She smiles and then leaves the building.

Meanwhile…

Freddie sat down on the floor of the closet, which was rather big for a closet. It was more like a small office than anything; maybe even a copy room. Sam sat next to him and an awkward silence filled the room. Freddie began to work up the nerve to tell Sam how he felt and finally, when he had it, he was about to say something when Sam said, "Well…this has been a rotten day." Freddie held his feelings about her for a moment and replied back to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, instead of spending my day enjoying a smoothie and hanging out with Carly, I'm stuck in this stupid closet with you, dipwad." Freddie rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Do you really think I want to be here, either?" he replied back to her. She punched his shoulder.

"This has to be better than whatever your psycho of a mother had planned for you," she snarled back at him. He wanted to yell; she could be so frustrating at times. And yet…he would look at her and her pretty blue eyes and realized how much he cared for her. Yes, she was a blonde-haired demon at times…but he still had feelings for her. He was silent, not knowing how to respond. "Yo, Freddork! You going to come back at me with one of your lame comebacks?" He didn't reply. "Hey, Freddalina! Did you hear me? I called your mother a psycho! A psycho that gives you tick baths! …Carly isn't going to ever be in love with you! …Oh come on! Will you say something please?" Freddie remained quiet still, while Sam just shivered for a moment. "Who turned on the A.C.?" she asked. Freddie didn't notice it at first, but it did indeed just become slightly cooler in the room.

"Here," he said, offering his jacket. Sam just stared at Freddie as he did this.

"…Your mom made you dress in layers again, huh?" she asked with a smirk. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"No, actually I managed to talk her down from…wait, never mind! That's not important!" Sam giggled at the reply.

Oh dear god…did you just giggle, Sam Puckett? Great…the dork isn't going to let me live this one down. She sighed mentally to herself. Argh! All I wanted was a stupid smoothie! Was that so much to ask for?

"Will you just take the jacket?" Sam just stared at him a moment or two, then slipped on the warm jacket.

"Thanks," she muttered under her breath. Hmmm…it smells like him, she thought to herself.

Freddie just gave her a half smile. "You're welcome," he replied. They just sat there again, silence overtaking them both once more. Well, Freddie began to himself, it's now or never. What's the worst that can happen? She says laughs at you and calls you a dork? He grinned to himself as he thought about that, but then his mind went to a second outcome - What if the worst is she beats the crap out of me and kills me? No…I need to do this. I tell her once…then maybe you can be put into the witness protection program until she forgets that I told her that I liked her. He took a small breath and then muttered, "Sam?"

"Yeah dork?"

"…I like you," hoping that maybe she wouldn't have heard him.

"…You like me?" she asked in response. Freddie just looked up at her, their eyes staring into one another's, and nodded.

"Yeah…I like you Sam. I like you a lot. And…I always find myself thinking about our kiss and how I want to really do it again…"

"You…you want to kiss again?" She replied, looking annoyed.

"And…if you want to beat me up or kill me for it…then I can accept that," he said. He was rather pleased with himself for saying that, but once more prepared himself for Sam's response.

"You really are a dork," she replied. He was crestfallen, and looked away from her. "…But…you're my dork," she added with a sigh. He looked back over at her, and she smiled. "You're my dork…no one else's." He leaned in close to her, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. She could feel his lips get close to hers, and then, they touched like before. It was just as wonderful the first time they did it, out on the fire escape, if not even better. She ran a hand through his hair and after a moment or two, they parted, looking at one another. "That…was good," she replied, breathlessly.

"Yeah," he added. There was more silence, and then he spoke up, "So…what does this mean for us, exactly?" She frowned at him for a moment and rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to ask stupid questions, or are you going to just savor this moment, Freddie?" He smiled at her.

"Sorry," he muttered sheepishly. That got another eye roll.

"And you don't need to say you're sorry. Just enjoy this right now for what it is."

"You know what? You're right!" he said, and began to pull her up onto his lap. He was warm. Probably from all those extra layers his mother made him wear, but Sam didn't really care at that moment. So there they sat, embracing one another, and she sitting on his lap. He, a dork and she, the one the dork belonged to. They kissed again, just enjoying the moment. Freddie put his hand on Sam's back, without even thinking about it and began to rub it gently.

"…Watch the hand, Benson," she whispered. He grinned at her, but he knew she was serious.

"I won't do anything like that, Sam. I promise," he whispered back to her. He kissed her again, tasting her lip gloss on his own lips.

"Why? Did your psycho of a mother make you sign a contract or something?"

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "I'm really not ready for that sort of thing. That…and I like to take it slow with you…or in our case, very slow." Sam nodded.

"Agreed, since this is something I'm going to have to get used to," she said

"So…does this mean the beatings, the wedgies, the names…are they going to stop?"

"No, that's not gonna be happening," she quickly replied

"Still didn't think so," he quickly added back. They shared another kiss and didn't seem to notice when the door opened, and a very shocked and surprised Carly came in the closet.

"Guys! You're never going to…aww!" she said upon seeing the couple. Sam broke off the kiss momentarily and without even turning to her best friend, calmly spoke to her.

"Hey Carls…can ya give me a minute or two here? I'm kinda in the middle of something right now," she asked.

"Well, I would, except…it's all gone!" she cried. Both Sam and Freddie turned to Carly.

"Whaddya mean it's all gone? What's all gone?" Sam asked her.

"The office, the receptionist, the old guy…all of it!" Sam and Freddie looked at one another, and then stood up and walked out of the closet. Instead of seeing the carpeted floor of the office, they saw a tiled floor and bare walls. There were no doors at all in the structure, and it was just sheetrock and molding. There were caution signs everywhere, as well as construction tools, paint and the like. A man wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with a nametag "Robert" written on it came over to them.

"Hey! What are you kids doing here?" he shouted at them.

"Where's the old guy?" Sam asked. Robert scratched his head.

"What old man? Why are you kids in this building?"

"We were in here since eleven-thirty," Freddie began. "We were all talking to this old guy who was here, helping us with our problems-"

"I was promised ham!" Sam shouted. Carly patted her on the shoulder.

"It'll be all right, Sam," she whispered to her friend. Freddie just squeezed Sam's hand, who squeezed back in response. "Umm…we're looking for an old man? Wears a blue Armani suit?"

"Likes to listen to Sinatra?" Freddie added.

"He promised me ham!" Sam added again. Robert shook his head.

"Look…I don't know how you kids got in here in the first place, but you need to leave. This building is going to be renovated into a new department store. We've still got quite a bit of work to do on it before we're finished." The trio was confused by this turn of events.

"…C'mon," Freddie began, "let's get out of here and get a smoothie."

"You're buying me food, Freddork," Sam added.

"But I never agreed to-" he began to whine, but Sam merely gave him a kiss on his cheek. "…Umm…" his face burned a bright crimson. "What…what was I saying again?"

"Oh, you are so the girl in this relationship, Benson!" Sam teased him.

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Well...did they just imagine all that? The place looked like it was being redone...and what about the old guy? Was he just a figment of their imaginations? Does this mean that Sam and Freddie are together? Well...find out the answer to some of these questions in the next chapter! Until then!