"I can't believe you're mine now." He picks me back up and holds out his elbow. I take it and he leads me to the table. He pulls out the chair and helps me push it back in. "Thank you." I say before a small smile.

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I exit the elevator and we're greeted by Carly. "Carly…" Freddie says bitterly.

"Hello, Carly." I say kind of complacently.

"Freddie, Brooke…" She flips her hair and walks off to the elevator. We shake our heads and enter the apartment. "Hello, Mrs. Benson! Thank you for letting me coming over."

"Oh, it's no problem. So…how about it? Are you two going steady yet?"

"He just asked me over dinner. I said yes."

"But she was…hesitant? Can I put it that way? She said that she would've only said yes if I danced with her. We cut a pretty good rug out there, mom."

"I'm glad you chose her over Carly, Freddie." I become curious at her statement.

"What's wrong with Carly?"

"She seems like such a manipulative twit. She gives off an uningnorable arrogant air. She dresses nicely, but a little too nicely. Now, this is totally the opposite of you. You have a good head on your shoulders from what I've gathered over the months. Your hair threw me off a little, but you have everything my son needs in a relationship." I smile.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Benson! You know…you should meet my mother. I'm sure you'll get along famously!"

"Maybe I will meet her someday. Now…how about something to drink?"

"Do you have any hot chocolate?"

"Yes, I believe we do." She rummages through the cupboards and pulls out a giant can of hot chocolate powder. "Please relax while I make it." I nod and sit on the couch next to Freddie who is watching the news. The reporter begins to speak with a picture of Carly and Sam next to her head (A/N: Reporter is in italics). Disaster for local web show hosts? Tonight, the very popular, live web show, "iCarly", turned into a disaster zone when the camera man/techie, Freddie Benson, did not show up. The two hosts, Carly Shay and Samantha Puckett, made a huge mockery of themselves while trying to work the camera and special effects themselves. Carly, who is the main host, was left for dead when Samantha walked out on her. She commented on how Carly ruined everything by driving Freddie away.

"Are you serious? I haven't been doing iCarly for six months!"

We found Sam for an exclusive interview. Here's her take on the whole incident. It cuts to an interview with Sam. We are still trying to locate Freddie Benson for an interview. The TV turns off.

"I…am so sorry"

"No, don't be. I guess it just…fell apart tonight. I've been keeping tabs on the show and I, not to be conceited, pretty much was the best thing to happen to that show. Without me, obviously, they're nothing. I wanna see how long it takes Carly to ask, no, beg me to come back." I chuckle and pat his knee.

"Good luck, hon."

"Since when do we have pet names?"

"I call everyone that." He smirks

"So, I don't get a special nickname?"

"What…do you want one?" He shrugs. "I can call you…Panda Bear!"

"Panda Bear?" He asks as though he's expecting something more. The door emits a knock and we walk to the door to answer. "Hi, I'm Bryan from Chan-…"

"I know. You want an interview." Freddie moves aside so the man can come in. "Don't you need a camera?"

"It's in my bag." He looks up to see me. "Well…who's this?" He says in a flirting manner. Freddie looks up from the newspaper to look at me, then him, and then he looks back at the paper to say "My girlfriend, Brooke Hayes." Very nonchalantly. It's almost…hot the way he says it. "She's pretty much the reason Carly's show did so bad. But, I'll divulge more later."

"I'll have to interview her too then." I nod and the interviews commence. They don't take very long, so he's out of the house before I realize it.