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"What do you think about this one?" Freddie asked, showing Sam the tenth wallpaper sample.

"Ugly," Sam said, barely even looking at the sample.

"Well what about this one?"

"Hideous."

"Okay, to say that I think you have to actually look at it first," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"We've been at this for an hour!" Sam groaned.

"Its been twenty minutes!"

"Well it feels like and hour," Sam mumbled. "Why do we even need to look at wallpaper samples anyway?"

"Because, don't you want our first place together to look nice?" Freddie asked.

"It does look nice, baby!" Sam said. "The walls are painted, so why do we need to cover it up with stupid wallpaper?"

"Because it adds a nice touch," Freddie said. "Now, what about this one? You like this one?"

"Eh, I guess it's fine," Sam sighed. "Minus the stupid stripe thing it has going on there."

"The stripes are the whole thing, Sam," Freddie said.

"Oh…well then it's gross too."

"Well then what kind of wallpaper do you want?" Freddie asked her.

"I don't know!" Sam exclaimed. "No one cares this much about wallpaper, Fredward."

"I do," Freddie said stubbornly. "And if you don't want to have any input in the official wallpaper of our home, that's fine. But I'm not leaving this spot until I find it."

Sam smirked. "Really?"

"Really," Freddie said firmly.

Sam moved closer to him. "So absolutely nothing's gonna get you to put down those wallpaper samples for even a few minutes?"

"That's right," Freddie nodded.

"Nothing?" Sam repeated, moving so close to him that she was breathing in his ear. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Freddie asked slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked innocently, gently placing a few kisses on his neck.

"Sam…I-I know what you're up to," Freddie said weakly. "It's not gonna work."

"It's not?"

"N-No," Freddie said, his heartbeat increasing as Sam moved herself onto his lap, still kissing at his neck.

"You know," Sam said, whispering in his ear. "Wallpaper's one way to really break in our new place…but maybe there's other ways too…"

"Other ways?" Freddie squeaked.

"But," Sam said, pulling away from him. "I guess if you want to stick to wallpaper, then I'll just-"

"Forget the wallpaper," Freddie said, quickly tossing the book of samples aside.

"But I thought nothing was going to make you put those down," Sam laughed.

"Yeah, well," Freddie said, pushing her down on the sofa, making her emit a girly, un-Samish squeal. "I'm a hypocrite, what can I say?"

He leaned down and began kissing her deeply.

As the couple's kisses deepened, they began to go further, neither one of them paying any attention to anything besides the other.

"Hey, you guys!" Carly said, letting herself into the house. "Freddie texted me that you guys were having trouble picking out wallpaper, so I picked up some samples from-Oh my God!"

"Carly?" Sam yelled as her and Freddie quickly pulled apart.

"What are you doing here?" Freddie exclaimed as him and Sam quickly…made themselves presentable.

"I'm sorry!" Carly said, her eyes tightly shut. "I didn't know you guys were…busy."

"Well we have this crazy thing called a doorbell outside our door," Freddie said, yanking his shirt back on.

"Well after the thousands of times you guys have just burst into my place, I figured we had an open door policy between us!" Carly retorted.

"Yeah, but it's not like you have guys over that often," Sam mumbled.

"Okay…that was a low blow," Carly said.

"Sorry," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "It's just-What do you need Carls? Not that we're not, er, thrilled to see you."

"I was just gonna drop off these wallpaper samples for Freddie," Carly said, handing Freddie a book.

"Oh…well thanks," Freddie said, his face still red.

"Way to go nub, your stupid wallpaper really knows how to kill the mood," Sam said, thumping the back of his head.

"Look, I'm sorry I just barged in, Freddie's right; I should rung the doorbell," Carly said.

"It's fine," Sam sighed. "I mean, when have any of us ever knocked…I guess this was bound to happen to one of us eventually."

"I guess," Carly chuckled. "But um…maybe we really should at least start locking our doors before we engage in any…activities."

"Sounds like a plan," Freddie said. "Anyway, thanks for stopping by, Carls! We'll catch up later, bye!"

"Yeah, yeah," Carly said, rolling her eyes as she headed towards the door. "Have fun 'picking our wallpaper'."

"Now then," Freddie said, locking the door behind Carly, wrapping his arms around Sam. "Where were we?"