Sorry this is kinda late. I got total writer's block, but now I think I've got it. Enjoy!

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DON'T OWN

SAM POV

"I'm really craving fried chicken right now. With greasy bread fried coating…Mmm." We're strolling around the White House halls, not going into any rooms. Just exploring. Talking.

"I want fried chicken!" Freddie tells me.

"Wait. I didn't even have breakfast today!" I exclaim. Carly and I had eaten around 12:30, and I hadn't realized that I had missed it.

"Aw. My poor Sammy," The nub grins.

"Whoa, Fredhair. It's Sam." I turn around to look at him.

"Oh, so you get to call me something, but I can't have a nickname for you? And what does Fredhair mean?" He said. He does have a point, though. We stop by a large painting.

"You know you like my nicknames," I said. He grins at me. "And I like your hair. So Fredhair," I said, gesturing towards his head. It's all soft and brown and neat, and it makes me want to reach out and muss it up.

"Really? I didn't know that you liked my hair." He said, brushing my face with his thumb.

"Now you do," I said as he leaned down for a kiss.

When he breaks it I look up at him. Emphasis on "look up". "I've never noticed how tall you were," I told him.

"Now you do," Benson said, copying me. He leans down for another kiss, and I laugh.

"Let's go get something to eat, Princess Puckett." I laugh again, but this time to myself. Because I know that I do like one of Freddie's nicknames. Princess Puckett.

FREDDIE POV
The fried chicken that Brooke made was incredible. Sam told her the exact thing she wanted, and she got it. I watched Sam eat. She wolfed it down, trying to make up for her "missed" breakfast.

I slowly took a little piece from her. Before, when we weren't dating, she was like a ravenous dog, protective of her food. Now she watches me eat the bite, a little protectively, but she doesn't bite me or anything. I smile, and she smiles back. I know Sam loves her food, and even though we are going out she probably wouldn't ask if I wanted to share. But if I ask, she'll accept. And I can understand that.

"Do you know when the iCarly rehearsal is?" I ask her.

"Wiizonzzearthwhuzzinoo?" she says, mouth full of bread and sauce. What?

She swallows and says, "Why on earth would I know?"

"Touché."

CARLY POV
Dylan and I left Seddie and went to a lounge. There was a TV and a few comfy couches and chairs. Dylan sank into one and I sat on one across from him. I was nervous and excited because Dylan likes me! He might ask me out! Ahhhh!

I casually put my hand to my hair. It feels gross and messy. I gasp. I must look like an idiot.

"Uh, Dylan?" He looks up. "I'm going to go… clean up."

"OK," he replies. I practically run out of the room and up to my bedroom. I fling open the glass shower and jump in turning on the hot water and lathering myself in Glittergloss body wash. I need to get downstairs soon, but I need to look presentable! I furiously scrub my hair with Japanese Cherryblossom shampoo while rinsing off the rest of my body.

When I'm clean I jump out of the shower. There's a little nook in the wall that you can put your head into, and it will blow dry your hair for you. I dry my hair as I get dressed: a navy vintage dress, with a big blue stripe down the middle, and lacey tights. I have a brown braided belt and brown leather boots. I quickly do my makeup, style my already dry hair, and put on some perfume. Whew. The clock reveals I only took up 25 minutes getting ready. That's almost a record!

I walk downstairs and peer around the door of the lounge. Empty. Where did Dylan go? And I have no idea where Sam and Freddie are... Hmm.

Maybe he's in the game room again. I walk down the hall to look, but it's empty, too. I turn a corner and walk straight into Freddie, who grabs my shoulders to stop me from running fully into him. I scream slightly.

"Oh, jeez. Sorry Freddie," I apologize. Sam is behind him.

"Where did your boyfriend go?" She asks, emphasizing on the word boyfriend. Freddie widens his eyes and is about to speak, but I cut him off.

"Sam! Dylan isn't my boyfriend." I pause and say mischievously, "Yet." Freddie's face stops looking so surprised. "In fact, I have no idea where he is."

"Where that boy gone to? He s'pposed to ask out my Carls," Sam complains.

"Maybe he's going to ask you later," Freddie suggested.

"Yeah, but Carly wants Dylan to ask her now."

"Guys, what am I going to do? He can't ask me if he doesn't know where I am," I sigh.

"Let's go find him!" Sam said determinedly. "Then I can beat him up for disappearing." Freddie chuckles at this.

"OK, let's go find him. But no beating. And please don't make him ask me out. I want him to ask me out on his own terms." Sam sighs, and me and Freddie laughed.

"Let's go, guys!" Freddie urges. He seemed excited by the adventure. I did, too.

We decide to go up to the top floor, the fourth floor. We would walk around that floor, then go down to the next floor, sweeping the whole house.

Dylan was nowhere on the top floor. When we find the third floor empty of Dylan, Sam starts to complain. Freddie nudges her. Ugh where is he?

We do, however, find Bailey and Spence on the third floor, watching a movie.

"Hey kiddos. Whatcha up to?" Spencer calls to us as he notices us in the doorway.

"Do you guys know where Dylan is?" I ask. Spence shakes his head.

"He might be in his room," Bailey said. "It's on the second floor; take the right hallway when you go down the stairs."

Finally! We tramp downstairs and go down the corridor. We hear familiar music coming from a room on the left, and realized it was our Random Dancing music from iCarly. Why is Dylan playing that?

I knock on the door, but Sam brushes past me and opens the door. "I want a piece of this kid," she mutters. Me and Freddie follow.

As we walk in our eyes focus on a computer that was on the iCarly website. Dylan was watching iCarly? Now? When he had the real life iCarly people at his house? He notices us come in and immediately pauses the video, with the screen stopping on Sam dancing. He closed the laptop quickly. What is going on?

"Where have you been?" Sam reprimands him. He shrugs, and acts like we didn't just see what was on his computer screen.

"Just in here. I couldn't find Carly (at this I blushed for some reason) and I came down here." Well, OK. I could believe that. I was going to ask why he was watching iCarly, but Freddie started to talk.

"Dude, is this the new Pear computer! I really want that one!" Freddie was starting to babble.

"Yeah. It even has the iStorm processor and the OS X," Dylan replied.

"Awww, nerd bonding!" Sam cooed. I laughed, and the boys rolled their eyes.

The iCarly webshow is coming up! Please review. I will loooove you forever.

Hey I just figures out this is the tenth chapter! YAY! IMPORTANT MILESTONE!