Exhibit

"Please?"

"No! For the millionth time, no!"

"What are you fighting about now?" Carly asked as Sam and Freddie stormed into her apartment, no doubt coming to her to settle yet another argument. Honestly, she might as well put a couple's counseling sign on her door and be done with it.

"Freddie's trying to drag me to some train exhibit tonight," Sam said. "And I obviously don't want to go."

"You'll have fun!" Freddie said.

"How can I possibly have fun if I'm too busy dying of boredom?"

"Carly, can't you talk to her?" Freddie pleaded to his friend. "Tell that it's important for her to take a part in my interests or something like that?"

"I dunno, Freddie," Carly shrugged. "I mean, Sam's either going to sit there and pout the whole time or wind up rigging one of the trains on exhibit to go up in flames or something."

"Exactly!" Sam nodded. "It would be better for everyone if I just don't go."

"Why can't you just go to the train exhibit thing by yourself or with one of your guy friends?" Carly asked.

"First of all," Freddie said. "My 'guy friends' consist of Gibby and Brad. Oh, and I guess Spencer. But Brad's at some bake off with his grandma, Spencer's at the Mexican ballet, and Gibby has some sort of phobia with trains. He thinks they're all out to kill him."

"Then go by yourself," Carly replied. "Have a little Freddie time."

"No!" Freddie exclaimed. "The main reason I want to go to this exhibit is because of this." He pulled out a pamphlet from his pocket and showed it to the girls.

"The love train?" Carly read.

"Oh my God," Sam said. "That cannot be a real thing."

"It's on exhibit for the first time ever," Freddie explained. "It's the train where this Russian princess went on her first public outing with the Russian prince. We could actually sit in the seat where they were sitting! It's supposed to bring good luck to any other couple who sits there."

"Wow, that actually sounds sort of sweet," Carly said. She turned to Sam. "Doesn't it sound sweet?"

"Isn't Russia the place with all the guys with long beards?"

"I guess," Freddie shrugged. "So?"

"I'm not really a fan of beards."

"What's that have to do with anything? It's not like I'm going to all of the sudden spurt a beard when we go."

Sam sighed. "You really want to go? Just to sit in this love train or whatever?"

"How many guys get to say they've taken the most beautiful girl to the most romantic train in existence?"

"Aw!" Carly cried. "Sam, you go with him or I'll singe handedly drag you there with him myself!"

"Get a grip," Sam said, shaking her head at her best friend, though a small blush was creeping onto her chin. She turned back to Freddie. "I'm assuming there's food at this thing, right?"

"Of course."

"Well," she said. "I guess if this place ends up being completely lame I'll at least get some food out of it."

"So you'll go?" Freddie grinned.

"Yeah, I'll go," Sam sighed.

"Yes!" Carly cheered.

Sam and Freddie looked at her.

"What? You know I'm a sucker for romance."

…..

It was past midnight and Carly was just about to head to bed. She flicked off the T.V. and got up just as there was a knock at the door.

"Sam?" Carly frowned, looking through the peephole and opening the door. "What are you doing here? Did you have fun at that train exhibit with Freddie?"

"Yeah, I did," Sam grinned.

"See? Now aren't you glad you went?"

"Uh-huh," Sam said. "Really glad." She held out her hand. On her ring finger was a sparkling diamond ring.

"Oh my God!" Carly exclaimed. "Is that-? Did he-? Are you-?'

"Uh-huh," Sam nodded excitedly. "I'm getting married! He proposed in that love train!"