AN- Another sequel! This one is a continuation of the last chapter where Carly walks in on the newly-formed couple. Hope you like it!

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How

Carly grunted as she heaved a large box down the eighth floor hallway of Bushwell Plaza. She had just gotten back from her date (which considering the boy had shown up half an hour late with a large mustard stain on his shirt and insisted on calling her Carly-Barly the whole date, hadn't gone well), and was greeted with a large box of sculpture materials that Spencer must've ordered in the lobby. Of course the elevator had picked today to be out of service and Lewbert had insisted that the box be removed from his lobby at once, so poor Carly had no choice but to drag it up eight flights of stairs.

When she finally reached her apartment door she sighed in relief and got her key out of her pocket. She then saw that the door was already open.

Well, that means either a dangerous criminal is waiting in there to murder me, Carly thought. Or Sam or Freddie is camped out in there.

Deciding that the second option was far more probable, Carly opened up her apartment door. The lights were dimmed, so she could barely see.

"Hey, I'm home, whoever's here!" she said. "Come help me bring in this box of-Ah!"

Carly had just flipped the lights on and saw Sam and Freddie cuddled together, making out.

"Oh, hey," Sam nodded to her.

"You-but-wha-?"

"What's in the box?" Freddie asked, his arms still wrapped around Sam.

Carly just continued to stare at her two friends, completely flabbergasted. "I-I-what's going on here?"

"I was kissing Freddie," Sam replied in a casual tone. "And he was kissing me back."

"Yup, pretty much," Freddie nodded.

"Well yeah, I got that!" Carly exclaimed. "But-but you two were broken up!"

"We got back together," Sam shrugged.

"When?"

"About twenty minutes ago," Freddie said, looking at his watch.

Carly's eyes widened. "Twenty minutes?" She grabbed Sam's wrist and dragged her over to the kitchen.

"What'd you do that for?" Sam asked.

"How?"

"How what?"

"How what? How did you and Freddie happen? Again!"

"Oh you know, we were just talking and one thing led to another," Sam said simply.

"One thing led to another?" Carly repeated. "That's the explanation I'm getting here?" She turned to Freddie. "Is that your story too, pal?"

"Um, yeah?" Freddie nodded.

"Unbelievable!" Carly exclaimed. "You two are impossible!"

"Why are we impossible?" Carly asked.

"Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for this?" Carly said. "A long time!"

"That's just a little creepy," Sam pointed out.

"I wanted details!" Carly continued, ignoring Sam. "I mean come on, this is as close to a relationship as I've had in months!"

"I'm guessing your date didn't go too well then?" Freddie said, getting up and joining the girls in the kitchen.

"No, it was terrible, the guy-Hey, wait a minute!" she said. "Don't change the subject, this isn't about me!"

She sighed and crossed her arms. "You remember we were all tied up after those escaped prisoners came out of Spencer's giant pants? We promised we wouldn't keep things from each other. I mean you guys already kept the fact that you kissed at the lock-in last year."

Sam and Freddie looked at each other.

"Alright," Freddie said. "Why don't we all go out to dinner and I promise, me and Sam will tell you everything."

"E-Everything?" Carly asked.

"Everything," Sam nodded.

"You guys won't be upset that I'll be intruding on your first date as a couple again?"

"Nah," Sam assured her. "Freddie will take me out tomorrow for that, won't you baby?"

"You know it," Freddie grinned, putting his arm around her shoulder. "So lets go. Tomato Garden good with everyone?"

"Oh, they have the best breadsticks!" Carly said excitedly.

"I know, right?" Sam agreed. "Hurry up. Now my mouth's watering…"