A/N – Sorry I took so long, but I'm home from Wales now so I should be able to update quicker! Thanks for all of the reviews, and I see people keep asking for Seddie to happen. Don't worry – it will! I'm just trying to drag it out because I don't want this story to end! (And I love writing pre-Seddie. It makes me happy.)

Carly, Gibby, Sam and Freddie spent the rest of the day catching up and making Carly feel better. By 6pm, they were all lounging on the couch, watching TV, and eating ice cream; just like old times. A few minutes later, Cat, Robbie and Benji walked in. "Daddy!" Benji ran to the couch and hugged his dad.
"Sam!" He smiled and then hugged her too.
"And you're… you're…" Benji thought for a moment. "Carly! Hi Carly!"
"Hello, Benji." She laughed.
"Are you my mummy?" Benji asked, as he remembered why Carly was here.
"No, I'm not, sweetie." Carly said. "But I know your mummy is out there somewhere, and she loves you."
"And hello…" Benji turned to Gibby. "I don't know you."
"I'm Gibby."
"Gibby." Benji repeated. "That's a funny name!" He giggled.
"How was your day with Cat and Robbie then?" Freddie asked.
"Amazing! We went to the park, and a restraunt called Bots, and we also went for ice cream!"
"That sounds great, Benj." Sam smiled.
"Was he good?" Freddie asked Cat and Robbie.
"As good as cheese." Robbie said back.
"Robbie!" Cat giggled. "You don't describe a child's good-ness on a scale of cheese!"
"You can do." Robbie smiled back. "And I think you're the most orange, fluffy and desirable cheese in the world."
"Awww, Robbie." They rubbed noses and then kissed.
"Guys!" Sam groaned. "What have I told you about PDA?"
"It's not really PDA, Sam, we're in our house!"
"But I don't like it!"
"Sam, you tell us off in the kitchen, our bedroom, your bedroom, in public and in our living room. Where are we allowed to kiss?"
Carly was watching them all with a smile on her face, she realised she was a lot happier here than she would ever be in Italy; here, she was with friends.
Sam didn't answer the question. "Benji is too young for that kind of stuff!"
"And he's not too young for you and Freddie's constant flirting?"
"We do not flirt!"
"'Oh, Freddork, please get me a pizza'." Cat imitated in what she thought was Sam's voice. "'Oh, Fredward, you're really good with children'."
"I have never said them things."
"Yeah, you have!
Sam moved closer to Freddie. "We do NOT flirt. If anything, we're frenemies." Benji moved closer to Carly, playing on the PearPad.
"Oh, really Sam, we've gone back to stage one?" Freddie spoke up for the first time. "I see how it is."
"Shut up Freddie! You're not needed in this conversation." She slapped him on his arm.
"I think you're more like stage four." Carly joined in.
"What's with these stages?" Robbie asked, confused.
"Well, stage one is enemies." Carly explained. "Stage two is frenemies – you know, when they're in-denial about being friends, even though they really are. Stage three is where they admit they're friends. Stage four is when the flirting starts and you can tell they like each other." Carly received a glare from Sam. "Stage five is the obvious flirting, and stage six is the actual dating."
"Ah, so they're at stage four…" Cat said in realisation.
"No!" Sam and Freddie denied.
"When did you even come up with these 'stages'?" Sam asked.
"I spent my whole teenage years observing your relationship."
"I think I've had enough of this." Sam said. "Freddison, we're going to bed."
Sam grabbed Freddie's hand and dragged him to their bedroom.
"Yep." Carly said.
"They're totally in-denial." Cat smiled.
"Carly?" Benji looked up to Carly. "Do you think daddy and Sam like each other?"
"I do." Carly smiled. "I really do."
Cat and Robbie put Benji to bed, tucking him in. He read some pirate stories before falling fast asleep.
"So, where are we going to sleep tonight?" Gibby asked as Cat and Robbie returned.
"Erm, I don't know." Cat said. "We haven't sorted that out yet."
"I can sleep on the couch." Gibby offered.
"It's uncomfortable." Robbie said.
"I've spent the last three years of my life sleeping on the floor of my basement." Gibby thought. "Nothing's uncomfortable to me."
"Why?"
"My mum wanted me to move out, so I moved to the basement."
"Maybe you could sleep in Sam's bed." Cat suggested to Carly. "She won't mind."
"But where will Sam sleep?"
"With Freddie in his bed. She won't mind – trust me."
"They've shared it before?"
"Many a time." Cat laughed.
"When will they admit it?" Carly sighed.
"I'm hoping soon." Cat giggled. "I've had enough of it, and Freddie hasn't been here that long!"
"I don't know how I survived my teenage years." Carly laughed.