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"Freddie, I need to speak with Spencer about his lack of babysitting skills, and his inability to control you. Unfortunately, since I can no longer trust you to remain here by yourself; you will have to accompany me to his apartment," Marissa informed him as she finished polishing his shoes.

"Ok," Freddie quickly agreed. Going over to Spencer's apartment meant that he'd get to see Sam. She had been staying over there ever since the night he and Spencer had "rescued" her from the junkyard. It drove him absolutely crazy that he was literally right across the hall from her, but couldn't see her. His mother had grounded him for the remainder of the summer, and it was going to prove to be an extremely long summer without Sam. Strangely enough, he could never remember feeling this annoyed when he was grounded and it was Carly he was unable to see. Perhaps, over the summer they really had become a great deal closer than he had ever realized.

Freddie slipped on his ugly new shoes, and waited patiently for his mother to unlock the door. As she mother fumbled with the key he remembered that Sam had actually thanked him for getting her out of the junkyard. Of course she only did that after he had begged for nearly 20 minutes. Besides, Sam had mentioned the latest gossip in her texts. That being that, Mackenzie and Thomas were on the rocks all because Thomas liked Sam, and Mackenzie missed Freddie.

Freddie didn't even care that Mackenzie missed him; even if that had been the entire point of this whole charade. He was too busy being upset that Thomas liked Sam! Sam didn't need someone like Thomas to lead her on and break her heart. She needed a good, smart, supportive guy who could handle her; one that would let her be in charge, but stop her from doing something extremely stupid. Of course he would have to know how to have fun, and go along with her crazy schemes. He should know what kind of bacon changed you, (Bolivian) and understand that no matter what was going on at her home; she would only talk about it when she was good and ready. Sam needed someone who would take care or her, but could without her knowing it. Most importantly he would have to love her forever, because a girl like Sam, someone who was moody, dangerous, exciting, funny, insane, loud, and beautiful all at the same time, should never end up with a broken heart.

Of course Sam wouldn't and didn't know any better, he mused as his mother unlocked the lock to their apartment. She wanted someone who was dangerous, exciting, and "hot as bacon". A "bad boy", the total opposite of what she needed, and what Freddie thought she secretly might like. He absentmindedly wondered how many jerks she'd go through before realizing she could get a nice, decent guy that she deserved. His mother knocked sharply three times exactly, bringing Freddie out of his head and back to reality where he would be able to see Sam. His mother always knocked exactly three times. In her mind that was the perfect number. It let someone know they had guests, but it was not enough to be considered rude. At least that's what she thought. Of course his mother thought a lot of really stupid things; like thinking Sam were a bad person.

His mother opened the door and quickly walked in, only to suddenly stop short. Freddie had been right behind her and bumped into her as a result of her sudden action; causing him to stumble backward into the door they had just exited. He slowly peered around his mother wondering why she had stopped so suddenly.

Replacing the normal setup of couch and TV sat an elaborate series of colorful plastic tubes. They were reminiscent of those you would find in the play area of McDonald's or Burger King. Faintly, he could hear Spencer and Sam laughing from somewhere inside the structure that went all the way from the floor to the roof, and even extended as far as the kitchen.

"Spencer?" called his mom looking fairly distressed.

In a flash Spencer was tumbling out from a bright orange slide-shaped tube with Sam right behind him, both of them landing just to the left of Freddie and his mom.

"Freddoritto!" Sam grinned and hopped to her feet; while Spencer tried touse the edge of a purple tube to help him stand up.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Spencer asked as he yanked himself up, and leaned onto his latest masterpiece.

"That is not why I'm here. Is there someplace that we can sit?" his mother asked briskly, ignoring both Sam and the sculpture/invention/playground.

"Sure we'll have to sit in the kitchen, Sam and me moved the couch into my room."

"Sam and I," his mother corrected following Spencer into the dining room.

"You and Sam what?" he asked blankly.

Freddie watched as his mom sat down at the half of the kitchen table that wasn't being covered by a gigantic plastic tube, before glaring at Spencer until he sat on the floor.

"So how's my fake girlfriend?" Freddie asked quietly as they walked to the edge of the living room.

Ignoring his question, Sam pulled herself up onto a bight blue tube that made a 90-degree angle by the hallway toward Spencer's room. Strangely, she kept her eyes trained on his shoes the entire time.

"Your shoes look like my grandpa threw up on them."

"Your butt's still shaped like a ham," Freddie shot back grinning.

"And you're still wearing loser shoes."

"Some things never change."

"Like how ugly your face is."

"Sam."

She raised her eyebrows at him and shrugged. For half a second Freddie felt sorry for her future boyfriend. Not everyone was as used to Sam's teasing and insults as he was. Secretly, he sometimes even liked it, and he was sure that he was the only guy on the planet who ever would.

"Come on, I have something to show you," she whispered quietly, changing the subject. Slowly she slid off the blue tube and crawled into a lime green one, motioning for Freddie to do the same.

They crawled around inside the small space until Sam stopped as sharply as his mother had minutes ago. Freddie narrowly avoided running into her denim-covered butt, something that would have cost him at the very least his arm if he hadn't stopped in time.

Sam shifted around till she was kneeling and started to pull at a thin line in the yellow tube. Freddie watched with eager anticipation as she revealed a hidden secret compartment. He peeked inside, noticing that the only things inside were a couple pieces of paper with Sam's messy writing on them and his pen that wrote in 5 different colors.

"Hey, that's my pen."

"Part of the deal, I get the pen."

"I didn't give it too you!"

"I went through your room once, while you were sleeping."

"Saaaammm," he whined.

"Why do you have that picture of us, where I'm laughing at you?" she suddenly asked turning her head away as she asked.

Freddie felt his heart stop. The picture had just been returned to its proper place in his room. It had been taken by Carly of them. It had taken place just after the horrible window-washer incident. The next day Carly had brought her camera to school in order to get some pictures of the reunited iCarly gang. It had taken all day and a great deal of forcing and bribing on Carly's part to get Sam into the same picture as him.

Carly had taken the picture right after Sam had stomped on his foot. The final product was a pretty funny picture, where he was holding his foot in pain and Sam had her head thrown backing laughing. She looked really nice in the picture too. The sunlight caught her hair making seem like pure spun gold. The blue sky behind her matched her bunny hug (hoodie). After that picture had been taken Freddie had permanently changed his favorite color to blue.

Of course Sam had found it weird that he had that picture! She probably didn't even remember it being taken. Let alone why he had framed it. Not to mention the fact that he had always kept it close to him, even when he had been dating Mackenzie.

He desperately racked his brain for any excuse that she would believe. Why couldn't he lie like she could! There was absolutely no way her could tell her that every time he looked at the picture it made him smile or how it showed her in one of her true moments of happiness. That sights like that should be treasured forever.

Luckily for Freddie, as if someone was looking out for him, Spencer's voice drifted through the plastic walls of the tube distracting Sam. She crawled up toward the small bubble window to get a better look with Freddie following closely behind.

"Look at this Mrs. Benson! I have this giant balloon. See?" Spencer exclaimed as he held up a large blue balloon that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Then I take this balloon and rub it on someone's hair…let's try yours!" Before she could protest Spencer rubbed the balloon all over Mrs. Benson's hair, while her mouth formed a perfect "O" with her hair sticking up in different directions chaotically.

"Lastly, I stick it to the play-tube-crawl thing," Spencer pulled the balloon off her head and stuck it to a tube that went in front of the elevator, not far from where Freddie and Sam where.

Immediately it burst into flames.

"Oh shit!" Sam choked out, already coughing at the smoke. Sam took a turn just down from the current position. She ended up sliding down a purple slide, yanking Freddie down by his shirt. A very good thing since he was sort of in shock, and just numbly fell down the slide landing directly on top of her.

Freddie shook his head trying to understand what was going on while his mother screamed. The sound of Spencer dosing the fire with the fire extinguisher could be heard throughout the room.

"Ouch," Sam muttered from directly underneath Freddie's body.

"Oops, sorry," Freddie hopped up, holding out his hand to Sam. Surprisingly, she took it, and he pulled her up.

"Fire's out!" Spencer announced as he came around the corner of the tubes completely oblivious to the fact that both teens had been inside his creation when it caught on fire. Freddie realized he still had his hand wrapped tightly around Sam's, their fingers intertwined. He had also pulled her close to his side in the rush of things. He quickly dropped her hand, and took a step back before his mother came around the corner and spotted them.

"Spencer, we are finishing this discussion!" Mrs. Benson commanded, before she dragged Spencer into the dining room. Still completely unaware her little boy had almost burned to death.

"So, are you coming to the party?" Sam asked, already over the fact that Spencer had managed to once again catch something else on fire.

Freddie hesitated. Bad things could happen at a party like that. Plus, there would be beer, dirty dancing, and total make out sessions. Not really his scene.

"I think that I'll pass. Thanks."

"You're so lame Frednubs. I guess I'll just chill with Thomas or someone…."

Freddie stiffened at the name, and continued to glare at his old man shoes in frustration.

"Freddie it is time to go!" His mother announced, walking past the burnt play structure to where he and Sam now stood. Apparently, she'd given up lecturing Spencer for the time being.

"Yes mother," he muttered as he turned to follow her, who was already out the door and opening theirs. Just as he was about to walk out the door Sam grabbed his arm stopping him.

"Here, just in case you change your mind." Sam whispered, slipping a piece of paper into his pocket.

He turned quickly and followed his mom into their apartment, like the good little boy he was.

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