Author's Note: Last chapter. I had to finish this story! I'm so sorry it took this long. The ex is named Brent not Brett, I don't know why I messed that up. Sorry for any confusion that caused (thanks to the reviewer that caught that!). Enjoy my little Creddieness here!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

Freddie couldn't wait until the next day to follow Spencer's advice. When he woke up the next morning, he immediately reached for his phone. 7:30 am. He bounced the idea of her being up this early back and forth in his head and then finally gave up, figuring she would still be asleep.

He got up to get dressed. "Nothing too classy but nothing too ordinary. This is a special day." He told himself as he sorted through his clothes trying to find the perfect combination. Then he realized it was all a waste of time because Carly would be focusing on what he was saying, not what he was wearing. He went up to the mirror and promptly started rehearsing.

"I love you Carly. I've always loved you. No no that won't work. There is no limit to the amount of my love for you. Ok wow! That's bad." He smacked himself on the forehead. "Come on Freddie! Think!"

Meanwhile, Carly was having somewhat of the same problem. "He's just going to turn you down. Taco truck incident is done and over with. Time to move on. That kiss was a…weakness." She frowned, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. Staring at herself in the mirror in her bathroom, she put her head in her hands and whispered. "I'm doomed."

Carly decided against her better judgment to give Freddie a call. After the way she treated him last night, she needed to give him an apology. The phone kept ringing until she heard the familiar 'Hey. You've reached Freddie. Leave a message after the tone.' She sighed and just hung up. Perhaps she would call back in a few hours. Hopefully she hadn't lost a friend.

Freddie stopped 'rehearsing' when he was finally so frustrated at not having anything to say that made any sense. He picked up his phone on his bed and saw a missed call from Carly. Biting his tongue, he decided not to call her back but to just go their apartment instead. He had no idea what he was going to say but it was a start in the right direction at the very least.

Spencer let him in immediately and winked at him. "Good luck." Freddie nodded and walked up the stairs to Carly's room.

Her door was closed but hopefully not locked this time. He knocked on the door and heard a muffled "come in". The doorknob turned and the door opened much to his relief and he walked right in. Carly didn't even look to see who had come in. She most likely assumed he was Spencer at the moment.

"I don't want anything right now," she said, her back facing him.

"Not even talking to me?" Carly turned around quickly, her eyes wide open.

"Freddie? What are you doing here?"

"Well hello to you too Carly." He smiled a little and she smirked at him. "I need to talk to you."

"That's pretty vague." She said, patting the bed and he sat down next to her. Freddie looked at her for a moment and couldn't seem to say anything. She was just waiting for his next words and he felt so much pressure. Then he looked at her bed stand and that picture of Brent was gone. He remembered how she had thrown it and left their picture by her bed now. Carly was smiling at him in that picture.

"Ok here's the thing. You said yesterday that I did nothing. That I wanted you, and I did nothing." Carly froze at these words. She immediately felt guilty for saying them too.

"Look Freddie, I'm sorry—"

"No you're right. You are 100 percent right Carly." He stopped and took her hand in his. She looked at him with a confused expression on her face. "I wanted you so badly. But I did nothing because I wanted you to choose me. It was stupid really and I should have spoken up but I didn't."

"What kept you silent then?"

"Your happiness. When you dated those other guys you were so happy with them…well at first. I mean, Brent treated you great when you first got together much to my dismay. I thought that maybe just being your friend and staying behind would make things better but it didn't." Freddie squeezed her hand a little with his. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel like I didn't want you."

Carly stayed quiet for a couple of minutes then smiled at Freddie. "Brent didn't like you."

"What?" Freddie was completely thrown off track.

"Brent thought you were too close of a friend. He didn't like you."

"Too close of a friend huh?" Freddie smiled, knowing that was the truth. They were too close to be 'friends'.

"Yup. At first I told him he was being silly. He had nothing to worry about." She paused and bit her bottom lip. "He had everything in the world to worry about. Freddie, I love you."

A small smile slowly started to cover Freddie's face. Carly had beat him to it. "I love you too, Carly." He leaned in and kissed her gently on her lips, letting go of her hand just to put his hand around her waist and pull her in closer. Carly responded fully, wrapping her arms around his neck and scooting as close as possible to him on the bed.

"Carly Shay, will you be my girlfriend?" The answer he already knew and she giggled because of that. Rolling her eyes, she simply replied, "I suppose that would be ok."

"You suppose?" He pretended to be hurt and pulled away just a little. "Then I suppose I will just have to start a tickle war!" And with that he tackled her on the bed, tickling her and then finally kissing her once more.