"I hate you!"
"I hate you too!"
"Urg! You're so annoying!"
"Back at ya!"
"Why do I even talk to you?"
"I could ask you the same thing!"
"That was perfect! EVERYONE TAKE FIVE!" The director called. Freddie smiled at Kayce before going over to Carly and Sam.
"Good work, Freddo." Carly said. "It's strange how much Mitch and Zaurus are like you two!" She said, referring to Sam and Freddie.
"They are not like us." Sam denied.
"They are, all you two do is arguing!"
"I know that, but these two freaks end up together. Freddie and I will never be together."

"We'll be back in about an hour. Try not to kill each other!" Carly warned, before walking out the door, Spencer at her heel.
"Okay, what's up dude?" Sam asked, turning to Freddie. "You've been acting all awkward since rehearsal this morning."
"Nothing. I'm fine." Freddie said, as he ran his hand through his hair.
"No, it's not, Fredhead! You're acting strange!"
"Why do you care, anyway?"
"I don't." Sam said shortly. "I just didn't want it to affect your acting tomorrow. You know you have the kiss- Oh! Is that what this is about?"
"No! I just…"
"You're scared about kissing Kayce, aren't you?" Sam teased.
"Not scared." Freddie thought for a moment. "Just nervous."
"Why?" Sam asked, sitting next to him on the sofa.
"I don't know how much experience she has had, you know. She could have a boyfriend back home. I'm dreading it." Freddie sighed. "I'm super nervous about the make-out – but that's another day's battle."
"Well, you've had a lot of… you know….experience…" Sam said awkwardly.
"I've only had you and Carly." Freddie ran his hand through his hair again. "And in the script I've got to make the first move. It's got to be long, as well, 15 seconds."
"Well..." Sam had no idea what to say. "I am sure you'll be fine."
"But what if I'm not?" Freddie Fretted. "What if I mess it up? Then we'll have to do the scene again…."
"You could practice?" Sam said before she could stop herself.
"With Kayce? No thanks."
"What about…." No. Sam thought. Fredlumps and I do not need to kiss again. "Your pillow?" She smirked.
"Sam. I'm being serious here."
"Well… You could… you know… practice with me…" She looked down, hiding her face down in embarrassed. I told you not to say that, Puckett. "Strictly for acting purposes, of course."
"You'd do that?"
"Yeah… We'd only need to do it a few times… just to make sure you're prepared…" Sam had never felt so awkward.
"Thanks…"
"SO, shall you lean? That's what you need for the movie…"
Freddie looked into Sam's eyes, and could tell that she was nervous too. "Here we go…." He whispered, before pressing his lips to hers.
Sam, this time, closed her eyes immediately. She was trying to make it as real as possible for Freddie, but after two seconds, all of these thoughts were blown away. She was kissing Freddie Benson, again.
Freddie was in exactly the same state. Why had he agreed to this? He had only just got rid of the dreams from the last kiss!
He had no idea how long the kiss was lasting – he was defiantly too distracted.
It was Sam that finally pulled back from Freddie. "I think you kiss fine." She said, before getting up and swiftly and going to her bedroom, leaving a lonely and confused Freddie.

"Hey guys!" Carly said as she walked into her hotel room, returning from the shopping trip. She stopped when she noticed Freddie, alone, head in his hands. "What happened?"
"Nothing." Freddie said.
"What have you done to Sam?"
"I don't know…" He admitted.
"Where is she?" Carly asked.
"She went into the bedroom. I kind of guessed I wasn't allowed in there." Freddie said.
"Did anything… you know… happen?"
"I have no idea what happened." Freddie groaned, before placing his head back into his hands.
"I'll go talk to her…" Carly said, taking one last look at the depressed Freddie. She knocked on the door lightly before inviting herself in. She opened the door to find Sam sprawled out on her bed, eyes closed. "Sam?"
Sam opened her eyes and turned to Carly. "Hey, Carls." She groaned.
"What happened?" Carly asked softly. "Did you and Freddie have a fight?"
"No…" Sam trailed off. Do I tell her? She asked herself. Or is this another kiss to be kept a secret? But then Carly would be really angry when she finds out… "Freddie was really nervous about his kiss with Kayce tomorrow, fretting that he wasn't a good enough kisser. So, being the good little enemy I am, I suggested he 'practiced' on me." Sam sighed.
Carly gasped. "You kissed Freddie? Again?"
"Yeah… It was to make sure he wasn't nervous for tomorrow. But I think it's just made me more nervous."
"What are you nervous about, Sam?" Carly asked, with an almost motherly voice.
"That kiss."
"But you've already kissed him. There's nothing to be nervous about now."
"There is." Sam sighed. "It felt… strange… but in a good way… if you know what I mean?"
"You like Freddie?" Carly asked excitedly.
"NO! I do not. I don't know why it did…"
"Maybe you just like kissing people?" Carly suggested with a smile.
"I sure hope that's the reason."
"So there's a little bit of hope that you like Freddie?"
"NO!"