AN-Hey, again, for whoever sent in this request, I tried my best with it, but I was a little confused by what you meant when you said Sam wanted Freddie to say he enjoyed their activities. Anyway, I hope you like how it turned out!

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Wind

"Oh man, I'm freaking out!" Carly said, anxiously running a brush through her hair.

"Why are you freaking out?" Freddie frowned. Him and Sam were sitting on the loveseat in Carly's room, his arm around his girlfriend.

"It's her fourth date with Josh," Sam explained.

"I still don't know what dress to wear, whether to go with lipstick or lip gloss, and where the heck is my eyelash curler?" Carly exclaimed.

"You lent it to Gibby, remember?" Sam told her.

"Aw man! How am I supposed to rock this date with uncurled eyelashes?" Carly moaned.

"Chill, I think I have one in my bag," Sam said, getting to her feet so she could look through her backpack on Carly's bed.

"You own an eyelash curler?" Freddie said.

"Eh, Melanie gave it to me for our birthday last year," Sam shrugged, tossing the curler to Carly.

"Alright, well that's one catastrophe avoided," Carly sighed. "But I still have the…other thing, to worry about."

"What other thing?" Sam asked, sitting back down by Freddie.

"Well, maybe you two can help me with this, you're way past your fourth date," Carly said, sitting down in the chair across from them.

"Sure," Freddie nodded. "Shoot."

"Okay," Carly began. "Well, on our last few dates, Josh and I have just been, you know, at that 'hand-holding level'. He'll kiss me when he picks me up and when he drops me off, we'll sort of flirt with each other during the actual date, but that's really it. And I've been fine with that, but now that we're on our fourth date, and things look like they're going to work out between me and Josh, I'd like to…get past the hand-holding level. And I realized that I sort of have the reputation as like this innocent girl, so Josh is probably a little hesitant to do anything, so it's gonna have to be me who starts things."

"Wait, Carly?" Sam frowned. "Do you mean-"

"No! Sam, if I wanted to talk about doing that I would've kicked Freddie out!" Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh thank God," Freddie said, relieved.

"I just want to kind of make our dates to be a little more…spontaneous," Carly continued. "So I was wondering, what do you guys do? I mean do you play footsies? Do you whisper in each other ear? How often do you kiss each other? I don't want to do it too much and have him think I'm some freak, but I don't want to do it just twice a night either."

"Well, well, well," Sam grinned. "Looks like we're officially the relationship experts in this group, baby."

"Ah how the tables have turned," Freddie laughed as he gave Sam a high-five, followed by a kiss.

"Are you guys gonna help me out here or not?" Carly asked.

"Of course we'll help you kid, we'd be happy to impart our wisdom onto you," Sam said. She turned to Freddie. "Did I use 'impart' right?"

"Yes you did."

"Sweet!"

"Um, not to rush you, but Josh is gonna be here soon," Carly said. "Freddie, turn the other way so I can get dressed while you talk."

"Well, when Fredbutt and I go out on our dates," Sam told Carly as Freddie turned around. "Right before we go into the restaurant or movie theatre or wherever, I take him aside and we-"

"Make-out? Yeah, I know," Carly nodded. "Spencer and I saw you one time outside Pink Bunny. Okay, so pull him aside before we go into the restaurant, got it. And I just make out with him there?"

"Well I always sort of play with Freddie's hair while we're doing it," Sam shrugged. "And Josh has better hair than Freddie, so you should have fun with that."

"Hey!" Freddie said indignantly.

"Well then tell your mom to stop buying you that disgusting anti-tick shampoo," Sam retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, what else?" Carly asked desperately as she pulled on her dress. "What about during dinner?"

"Um…okay, you're going to Pini's, right?" Sam said.

"Right."

"Alright, well you know how the couple booths have the seats around three sides of the table? So you can either sit across from your date or right next to each other?" Sam explained.

"Uh-huh," Carly nodded. "We usually sit across from each other."

"Sit next to him tonight," Sam told her. "Because that way, your knees will keep accidently knocking into each other, and also you can casually scoot right next to him, which is the universal invitation that you want him to put your arm around him."

"I never knew that," Carly said, fascinated. "All these years of reading dating tips out of magazines…I thought I was the date guru!"

"Hey, sometimes you've just got to get the experience," Sam said modestly.

"And that really works?" Carly asked.

"It does with this one, right Fredbag?"

"Yup," Freddie nodded, still facing away from them.

"And we're gonna go to the movies after dinner," Carly said, sliding on her heels. "What do I do there?"

"Well, first thing, you don't want to eat the entire bucket of popcorn before the movie starts," Sam said. "Because apparently when the guy buys that, he has 'the intention of sharing it between the two of you for the entire duration of the movie'."

"Hey, movie popcorn's expensive!" Freddie defended.

"Um, well, strangely enough I did know that," Carly chuckled. "But come on, impart more wisdom on me!"

"What movie are you going to see?" Sam asked.

"That new one that's supposed to have action, comedy, horror, and romance," Carly replied. "Um…Mike and Melinda's Kwanza Getaway. It's supposed to be the perfect date night movie."

"Ugh, sounds terrible," Sam cringed. "But whatever. Anytime the couple in that movie kisses or does something coupley, just sort of roll your eyes and whisper, 'wow, that's so fake', and then he'll whisper back-"

"We should show them how it's done!" Freddie cried. "You-I-I feel so played!"

"Whoa, that's-that's brilliant!" Carly said. "Wow, Sam. You're-You're actually really good at this! I'm so proud of you!" She ran over and hugged her best friend.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said, patting Carly on the back. "Just have fun tonight."

"Carly!" Spencer called from downstairs. "Josh is here!"

"Oh, yay!" Carly grinned. "Thanks so much you two. Freddie? Any pointers you have for me?"

"Um, nope, I think Sam covered everything," Freddie said. "Good luck on your date, Carls."

Carly grabbed her purse and ran out of her room, leaving Sam and Freddie alone.

"Um, hey, baby?" Sam asked. "Can I ask you something?"

"What's up?" Freddie asked.

"Well, it's just…when I was telling Carly all that stuff," she sighed. "You were kind of quiet."

"I was?"

"Yeah," she said, looking down. "I-I mean, do you like when I do all that stuff when we're together?"

"What? Of course I do!" Freddie nodded.

"Oh," Sam said, still looking down.

"Why wouldn't you think I wouldn't like them?" Freddie asked.

"Well you've never exactly said that you do," Sam mumbled. "I-I've always just assumed. I just wanted to make sure…"

"Sam, I enjoy every second of it," Freddie told her earnestly, tilting her chin up to kiss her.

"Good," Sam smiled when they pulled apart. "'Cause I enjoy it too." She leaned up to kiss him again.

"Wait a minute though," Freddie frowned when they broke. "Last week, when we were at the park and it was really windy…were you actually cold, or did you just want an excuse for me to give you my jacket?"

"Pfft, I can't give away all my secrets, Fredward!" Sam said. "But let's just say…you won't be getting that jacket back anytime soon."

"Huh, I never knew my girlfriend was so clever," Freddie laughed, wrapping his arms around her.