"Sam, I care!" Freddie yelled once they were in the hallway. Sam ignored him. She continued to walk down the stairs. "You're my best friend! I don't care if you hate me, I don't hate you! Please, just stop!"
"No! Go back to Carly, your real friend."
"What—are—you—talking—about?" Freddie finally caught Sam's arm in the lobby. She stayed where she was, and Freddie knew she could've dragged him if she wanted to.
"I love you, Sam."
"Shut up."
"I mean it, I love you. You're my best friend. Carly and I both love you."
"Gee, thanks. I definitely won't run away from home now, Daddy-O."
"Sam, I'm serious. We love you. What else can I do?"
Sam looked at the ground. She seemed to be thinking about it.
"Buy me a year supply of bacon?"
"You got it." Sam still didn't say anything. Freddie didn't know what else to do, so he did the only thing he thought of doing. He kissed her.
Sam didn't push him away. She didn't interact with his lips. It was okay, though. That wasn't what he did it for.
When he pulled away, Sam looked expressionless. However, this time was much less awkward then the last.
"Thanks." She mumbled.
"Sure."
Sam actually followed Freddie upstairs. She apologized to Carly, who hugged her and assured her in the same frantic way that Freddie had that they loved her and that they would always love her. Both girls started to cry a bit.
"I swear, this would be the ending to the corniest cheeseball movie on the planet." Sam stated. Carly laughed.
"Agreed!"
Freddie squeezed Sam's shoulder, then held out his hand to her.
"Friends?" Sam smiled and decided to pull Freddie into a hug.
"Sure. Friends." However, she wasn't near finished. She reached down into Freddie's pants and tried to yank his underwear as far as his shoulders, and it's safe to say that she almost succeeded.
Freddie squealed. "Gah! Sam!" Sam pulled away and smirked.
"What kind of person would I be if I didn't give you a wedgie out of love?" Freddie snorted. "You wouldn't be Sam. That's for sure."