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"So then you sprinkle the chocolate chips over the pepperoni slices," Sam explained, taking a handful of chocolate chips and pouring it onto her pizza. "Then you top this baby off with canned ham, animal crackers and tortilla chips. And voilà! You have a Sam Puckett Original Pizza."

"She used to put graham crackers on it before she thought of the animal crackers," Cat said. "Wait, Sam! You forgot the whipped cream!"

"Oh, good catch, Cat," Sam said, grabbing the can of whipped cream and spraying it all over the snack.

"Wow, baby, that looks so…appetizing," Freddie said, holding back a grimace as he watched his girlfriend chow down.

"That's nothing," Carly chuckled, taking a slice of plain cheese pizza. "When we were in the fifth grade, Sam used to make this one sandwich with ham, bacon, strawberry syrup, ketchup and cheese balls."

"Ew," Cat giggled.

"Oh yeah, the Sam Supreme," Sam grinned.

"You have the strangest eating habits," Freddie said, putting an arm around her.

"Well you'll have to learn to deal with them, nub," Sam smirked.

"I guess I will," Freddie chuckled, giving her a quick kiss.

Sam and Cat had come to Seattle from L.A. earlier that week to visit Carly and Freddie and take a break from the hustle and bustle of the babysitting service.

"So what do you guys want to do tonight?" Carly asked. "We could watch a movie or something."

"Yeah! I brought my favorite DVD with me!" Cat exclaimed, grabbing her bag and pulling out a DVD case with a giraffe on it.

"No!" Sam said loudly. "Not that stupid giraffe movie again!"

"But I love the giraffe!"

"You put on that giraffe movie and you see what happens to your little purple giraffe," Sam said.

Cat squeaked and covered her mouth with her hands.

"So…no movie then," Carly said slowly. "Hey, I have an idea! I have a ton of old magazines up in my room. Wouldn't it be fun to take all of those little quizzes in the back of them?"

"I love those!" Cat cried. "They're so accurate. One time I took a quiz that told me that I was going to find my soul creature behind a dumpster and it would give me back the purse that my brother stole for his 'experiment'."

"Was it right?" Sam frowned.

"Not completely, but I found half a cheese sandwich behind the dumpster, so it was kind of right," Cat replied.

The other three stared blankly at her.

"My soul animal is a monkey. Monkeys love cheese sandwiches!" Cat said as if it was obvious.

"They do not," Sam said, amused.

"Do too! Haven't you ever wondered why all the fancy cheese I buy always goes missing at our place?"

"Um…okay, so about those quizzes?" Sam said quickly, turning back to Carly.

Carly let out a small laugh. "I'll go run upstairs and grab them."

"Well, hopefully no one will ask what I did this Saturday night," Freddie said as Carly hurried up the steps. "Otherwise I'll have to say I spent the night taking quizzes out of fashion magazines."

"You could just say you spent Saturday with your hot girlfriend," Sam smirked, thumping the back of his head.

"Hmm, that does sound slightly less-lame," Freddie grinned.

"Yeah, and it's not like you need to add anymore lameness to yourself, baby," Sam said.

"Hey, Sam?" Cat asked. "How come you always insult Freddie when you're together, but when we're back in L.A. you always say how much you miss him and say how great he is?"

"Cat!" Sam hissed as Freddie grinned triumphantly. "What part of the phrase 'this doesn't leave the apartment' do you not understand? You're not supposed to repeat what I say about the nub!"

"Oh, I thought you said 'this doesn't leave an apartment," Cat said. "I thought I was allowed to say it because we're in this apartment."

"Why would I say an apartment?" Sam exclaimed. "That doesn't even make any sense!"

"You're the one who said it," Cat shrugged.

"I didn't say it!"

"Sam, calm down," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "It's not that big of a deal. So you apparently swoon over me while you're in L.A-"

"Watch it, Fredbug," Sam warned him.

"Alright, I'm back!" Carly said cheerfully, coming back into the room with an armful of magazines. "Which quiz should we take first?"

"Whichever one floats your boat, kid," Sam said.

"Hey, this one seems interesting," Carly said, flipping through the pages of one of the magazines. "It's a quiz to see how well you know one of your friends. Why don't Cat and I take it to see how well we know Sam? That would be pretty cool, don't you think, Cat?"

"Yeah!" Cat nodded.

"Hey, what about me?" Freddie frowned. "Don't I at least get to be included in these quizzes?"

"This is for girls only," Carly explained. "You would need to take this quiz right here: How well does your guy know you? And you'd obviously get them all right. They're all stupid questions like what's Sam's favorite color and when her birthday is. Besides, we need someone to ask the questions for Cat and I."

"Okay," Freddie sighed, taking the magazine from Carly.

"It's not like you'd be doing anything else right now," Sam said, smiling up at her boyfriend.

"Insult me all you want, Puckett, Cat already told me how much you love me," Freddie said simply.

"Wait, what?" Carly frowned.

"Can we get on with the test?" Sam snapped as Carly handed Cat a pad of paper and a pen.

"Okay, okay," Freddie said. "Question number one, what is Sam's biggest fear?"

"Pfft, easy," Carly chuckled, scribbling down her answer.

"Alright, question two," Freddie continued. "If Sam could have any animal in the world as a pet, what would it be?"

"Wow, and this test was supposed to be super hard," Carly said, shaking her head as her and Cat wrote their responses.

"Number three," Freddie said. "What is Sam's favorite legal hobby?"

"It does not say legal," Sam scoffed, looking over Freddie's shoulder.

"I know, but I don't think it's a good idea to have your questionable hobbies written down on paper," Freddie said. "Could leave a trail."

"Aw, baby, I've trained you well," Sam grinned.

"Can we get on with the test please?" Carly asked just as Sam was about kiss Freddie. "We all know you're a young couple in love and blah, blah, blah."

"Fine," Freddie sighed. "Question four: What is Sam's absolute favorite food? And for the record, 'all of them' is not an acceptable answer."

"It's accurate, though," Sam shrugged.

"And the last question," Freddie announced, ignoring Sam's comment. "Who is Sam's celebrity crush?"

"Done," Carly said, tossing her pad of paper to Freddie. "That was a piece of cake."

"You done Cat?" Freddie asked.

"Uh-huh," Cat said brightly, handing her paper to Freddie.

"Okay, and now Sam will answer these questions herself, and I'll check and see if you got them right," Freddie explained. "Okay Sam, what is your biggest fear?"

"Hmm, my biggest fear is…accidently locking my motorcycle keys in a pickle jar and not being able to get them out."

"What?" Freddie frowned. "Has that happened?"

"Maybe," Sam said.

"Alrighty then," Freddie said, shaking his head. "Let's see if Cat and Carly got that. Carly put…finding one of Gibby's back hairs in your food."

"Oh, that was a close second," Sam said, giving a visible shudder.

"Why do you not have normal fears?" Freddie asked, amused. "Like spiders or sharks or something? Anyway, Cat put…losing your motorcycle keys in a pickle jar."

"Boo-yah!" Cat said excitedly, pumping her fist in the air. "Hey, if you ever lose your keys in there again, Sam, we can always do what we did last time to get them out."

"Oh yeah," Sam laughed. "But I don't think Dice would forgive us this time. I still owe him a new toothbrush and a pack of gummy worms."

"But-But don't you remember how scarred you were when you found three of Gibby's back hairs in your potato salad last year?" Carly frowned. "You didn't eat for almost five hours after that!"

"Trust me, Carls, that's nowhere near the horror of thinking you'll never get to ride your motorcycle because the keys for it are slowly soaking away in brine," Sam said.

"Um, alright, question two," Freddie said quickly. "Sam, if you could have any animal, what would it be?"

"Easy," Sam replied at once. "A hippopotamus."

"And let's see what Carly said," Freddie said, looking through the papers. "She said a pig."

"Yeah, haven't you always talked about starting a pig farm so you could always have a supply of bacon and ham and sausage?" Carly said.

"I know, but how am I supposed to eat the pigs after living with them?" Sam pointed out. "That could totally ruin my love of meat!"

"And we wouldn't want that," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Well, Cat got this question right too. She put hippopotamus."

"He-he, isn't that fun to say?" Cat asked happily. "Hippopotamus. Hip-po-pot-a-mus. Hip-Hip-Hippo! Hip-"

"Enough hipping!" Sam said, throwing a pillow at the redhead.

"Onto the next question," Freddie went on. "Baby, what's your favorite hobby?"

"Guess I'm gonna have to go with speed texting," Sam answered.

"Speed texting?" Carly exclaimed. "What the heck is that?"

"Oh see, it's actually this really cool competition thing that-"

"Yay! I got that one right!" Cat cheered.

"So moving on," Freddie said as Carly pursed her lips. "You're favorite food, Sam?"

"Cat's Nona's meatballs," Sam answered at once. "Man, I knew I should've brought more of those up here with me!"

"But-But what about Fat Cakes?" Carly asked. "I've seen you practically burry yourself in those things!"

"Yeah, but those meatballs…" Sam said dreamily. "They've got a ton of flavor, just like Fat Cakes do, but more meaty and saucy."

"Well, um, Cat got that one too," Freddie said. "So now the last question! Who is your celebrity crush?"

"Oh! That one guy who used to be on That's a Drag," Sam said. "Philip Grey!"

"Philip Grey?" Freddie scoffed. "That guy's stupid."

"Jealous?" Sam smirked.

"No!" Freddie said. "Not even a little."

"Sure," Sam chuckled. "So did either of them get that one right?"

"Let's see…Cat did," Freddie nodded. "Carly put-"

"Luke Anderson," Carly finished for him. "You know, the drummer from Cuddlefish! I though you were totally into him! You used to have his picture in your locker and everything."

"Yeah, but then he grew that weird beard thing," Sam cringed. "Totally ruined it for me."

"Well, looks like Cat wins that round," Freddie said.

"Yeah! Whoo!" Cat cried, jumping up and wrapping her arms around Sam. "Roommate power!"

"I told you I was never going to say that," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "And what did we agree about the hugging?"

"You said five times a year, and I've only done it three times," Cat said.

"Fine," Sam sighed, hugging the girl back.

"Um, I-I think I'm going to run back up to my room and grab a blanket," Carly mumbled. "It's a little chilly down here."

"Well now that that's done," Freddie said as Sam and Cat pulled away. "What are we going to do next? Oh! How about I go get my chess set from across the hall and we have a tournament."

"Is chess the one with the ladders and slides?" Cat asked.

"No!" Sam said. She turned back to Freddie. "And even if that sounded remotely entertaining, Carly and I have a whole season of America Sings to catch up on."

"Ugh, I hate that show," Freddie moaned.

"We know, that's why we're watching it tonight," Sam replied simply.

"My brother tried to get on that show when he was sixteen," Cat spoke up. "But he knocked over all of the judges' Moca Cola and tried to get them to sniff his rash."

"Your brother sounds really…interesting," Freddie commented.

"No, he's just weird," Cat giggled.

"Hey, what's taking Carly so long?" Sam frowned. "She's been up there for five minutes. I thought she was just grabbing a blanket."

"I dunno," Freddie shrugged. "She probably stopped at the bathroom or something."

Sam bit her lip. "Maybe..." Then she lowered her voice so only Freddie could hear her. "Hey, was it just me, or did Carly seem a little…off during that whole quiz thing?"

"Actually, yeah, it looked like she was upset about something," Freddie nodded. "Should we go up and see if she's okay?"

"Yeah," Sam said. She looked over at Cat. "Hey Cat, Fredweiner and I are gonna run upstairs for a second. We'll be back in a sec."

"Kay kay!" Cat chirped.

Sam and Freddie left Cat and headed upstairs to Carly's room.

Carly was sitting on her bed, her chin in her hand, playing with her phone, looking very distracted.

"Carls?" Sam said as her and Freddie walked in.

"Huh? Oh, um, I-I'm coming down," Carly said, jumping to her feet and grabbing a blanket off of her bed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," Carly said quickly.

"Come on, Carly, you seemed a little…upset down there," Freddie said.

"Yeah, so what's eating you, kid?" Sam asked.

"Look, it's nothing," Carly sighed. "It's stupid."

"Carly, I once tried to chug an entire Super Slurp from the gas station in under thirty seconds," Sam reminded her. "Nothing is stupider than that. So spill."

"Guys, seriously, it's nothing," Carly said, plastering a smile on her face.

"Shay…" Sam said knowingly.

"Okay, okay!" Carly said. "I just…I've lost my best friend status, okay?"

Sam and Freddie exchanged confused glances.

"What are you talking about?" Freddie frowned.

"Come on, you saw it down there," Carly sighed, sitting back down on her bed. "Cat totally annihilated me on that best friend quiz. She knew everything about Sam and I couldn't even answer one question."

"Wait, is that why you're wazzed off?" Sam laughed. "Dude! That's crazy!"

"It's not crazy!" Carly snapped. "I-I just didn't know that you and Cat were that close. I thought that you and I were still each others' best friend."

"You're still my best friend," Sam said.

"Not a very good one," Carly muttered.

"Carly, please," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Just because Cat beat you at one stupid magazine quiz doesn't make her my best friend. Sure, Cat and I are pretty close because we're roommates and we have that babysitting gig back in L.A. and yes, we're good friends, but she didn't replace you."

"But she knows practically everything about you after barely a year," Carly pointed out. "It's only a matter of time before she pushes me out."

"Carls, Cat doesn't know everything about me," Sam scoffed. "First of all, she still gets my last name wrong. She insists that it's Puckle. You knew how to spell my last name before I did!"

"Didn't you two meet in like the third grade?" Freddie asked.

"It's a tricky name, okay?" Sam defended. She turned back to Carly. "Look, Cat knows about things in my life now. She doesn't know anything about what I was like in high school or before iCarly or back in the third grade when we met. She doesn't know the important stuff. She doesn't know how I used to practically live here because I would always fight with my mom. She doesn't know that I've never even met my dad. She doesn't know I almost had to repeat the sixth grade or that I used to be a pageant girl or that I like to sing sometimes. That's stuff only a best friend would know."

"You know," Freddie said, sitting down next to the girls. "That test was kind of stupid. It only tested how well you knew Sam based on recent things. And you guys have been apart for a year. I bet if Sam took that same test about Carly with some girl she became friends with in Italy, the same thing would've happened."

"It's true," Sam nodded. "Heck, I brought you three pints of this amazing ice cream my friend, Dice, got from some guy in a back alley only to find out that you only eat gelato now. And you grew out your bangs even though you said you would never let that happen after your seventh grade picture day disaster and this morning I come downstairs and I see you underneath the kitchen sink fixing a pipe! Since when does Carly Shay know how to do anything with tools?"

"The plumbing was pretty bad in Italy," Carly mumbled. "I had to learn."

"See, you guys both don't know everything that's happened to each other the past year," Freddie said. "But that's only because you have been living in different countries! You're still best friends even if you don't know a few extra details. Besides, you have this whole week to catch up. I'm sure by the time Sam's ready to go back to L.A. and Carly's on her way back to Italy, you two will know every detail of each other's lives just like before."

Carly looked at Sam. "Your boyfriend may have a point."

"Jeez, Carls, don't tell him that, it'll go to his head," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

Carly laughed.

"So you feel better now?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Carly nodded. "It's just sort of weird, you know? Not hanging out with each other every day."

"I know," Sam agreed. "But hey, at least no one steals the food out of your fridge."

"True," Carly said. "And at least now no one stomps all over your fun, illegal ideas."

"That's right," Sam chuckled.

The two girls were silent for a moment, and then they both simultaneously threw their arms around each other.

"I missed you, Sam," Carly said.

"I missed you too, Carls," Sam replied.

Carly looked up over Sam's shoulder at Freddie. "Well? What are you waiting for, boy? Come here!"

Freddie grinned and put his arms around both of the girls, joining their embrace.