Just like I promised, I went to sleep at a normal time that night. 10. I woke up at a normal time. 9. I took a shower, got dressed, and stared at myself in the mirror. Suddenly caring so much about my appearance was killing me. I didn't understand why I needed to care, apparently he loves me already. I remembered all the makeup lessons Carly gave me though, and girlified my face. It made me feel better. I walked to Carly's apartment to help her set up for Wendy's party. She had texted me saying that the party was going to be that night, and her and Freddie took care of things. I appreciated her not forcing me to do things I didn't want to- she knew I probably wouldn't do anything anyway, even if she asked me to.

When I walked in, I saw Spencer sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking soda. "Hey Sam."

"Hey Spencer." I sat next to him, "Where's Carly?"

"She's at Party City getting some balloons and stuff."

"And Freddie?"

He looked at me and smiled slightly, "he's still at his place. Did you put on makeup?"

"Yeah, I did. Does it look bad?" I frowned, "Shit, fuck, it looks like crap doesn't it?"

"No, you look great. Freddie will love it." He laughed, "Want anything to drink?"

"Um, no." I felt my cheeks get hot, then I heard a knock at the door. "Is that Freddie?"

"I don't know, go answer it." A huge smile played on his face, "What's gotten into you suddenly? You're not acting yourself."

"I am so sick of hearing that, I have my damn period, okay?" I shoved him lightly, then stood up to get the door. I opened it and Freddie and I froze, staring at each other.

"Hey, Sam." He mumbled.

"Hi Fredwich." I smiled, "Whatcha got there, some… streamers?"

"Yeah. Carly asked me to bring them over. Is she here?"

"Nope." I shrugged, "Are you gonna leave now… because she's not here?"

"No, I'll stay, and wait for her to get back." He walked past me and sat next to Spencer. Spencer nudged him a couple times, then walked to his room.

We stared at each other again.

"Sam, I need to tell you something," he began, "It's important."

My heart raced. "Um, okay."

Then Carly walked in, "Oh, hi guys!"

Freddie cringed, "hey Carly."

"Hey Carls." I mumbled, "Got balloons?"

"Yup, and pretty napkins, plates, forks, knives, spoons, cups, and confetti!" She chirped, "Let's start decorating!"

The three of us decorated the entire apartment. I blew up a few balloons, Carly hung up the streamers, and Freddie started pouring the chips into bowls. Spencer came out and helped me get a pizza ready for the oven.

Gibby rang the doorbell, and Freddie let him in, along with Tasha. Gibby had made a play list on his Pear Pod for the party after doing some research in Wendy's taste in music.

"Okay, guys, everyone else will start showing up in about an hour, and Wendy will be coming here in about two hours because she thinks I'm going to give her some props for an upcoming iCarly bit." Carly said, "someone needs to pick up the cake from the bakery!"

"I'll go!" Freddie and I both shouted at once. I said it because I wanted to get away from him. I could only assume he did the same.

"Alright, you can both go." Carly motioned for us to leave the apartment. I groaned, following him outside.

"So… what'd you want to tell me before?" I asked, knowing what it was already. I was nervous. But we had to get this over with. It was killing me inside.

"Uh, never mind. Nothing." He smiled at me. The most fake smile I'd ever seen.

"Oh." I mumbled, as we walked down the street. "Okay."

He could tell something was even more up with me than the day before, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I returned a fake smile.

It was silent most of the entire walk to the bakery and back. Right outside of Carly's apartment, I stopped walking. He looked back at me before opening the door.

"Are you coming inside…?" He asked, confused.

"Yeah." I held the cake in my hands awkwardly, "Look, Freddie, I overheard you and Spencer talking yesterday at the park."

Freddie stared at me. He didn't say anything, and I couldn't read his expression. It was completely blank. He didn't ask any questions, he didn't admit to loving me. He just stared. I stared right back, with not a clue what to say. I wished I could just take it all back.

Carly opened the door, "Oh you guys are back, come on inside. Wendy will be here soon."

Freddie walked right inside. I nearly dropped the cake. I wasn't sure if that was like, rejection, or shock. I followed him inside, put the cake on the kitchen table, and looked around the apartment full of people to find him. He'd disappeared so quickly. I leaned against the wall eating potato chips until Wendy got there.

When she came in, everyone shouted "Surprise!" and she was super shocked. It reminded me of when they threw me a birthday party. As everyone crowded around Wendy, I stayed against the wall. Gibby started blasting music and everyone started dancing. I walked upstairs. I sat down in one of the beanbags and closed my eyes. I listened to the music, relaxing, getting my thoughts together.

"Sam." Freddie, of course, was in the back of the studio, and now walking up to me.

"Ugh," I smacked my own head, "I came up here to try to forget about us."

"So did I." He laughed, "Get up." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, then put his hands on my waist. "This is your favorite song."

I listened closer. It was. "Yes." I put my arms around his neck loosely, then rested my head on his shoulder as we began to slow dance.

"So what did you overhear us talking about?" He asked.

"…about how much we're in love, and stuff." I whispered. He laughed.

"So it's true?" He played with my hair a bit, "I didn't believe him."

"Mhm." I pulled him into a hug.

"I love you, Sam." He said, "A lot."

"I love you too, Fredweird." I looked into his eyes and melted. He leaned in to kiss me, and I closed my eyes as our lips touched.

"You're going to need to make up some different nicknames for me now, you know." He touched my cheek, kissing me again.

"But I like calling you Freddork and Freddifer and stuff. Freddiebear just doesn't sound right. Wait. Nevermind… It does. It's like teddy bear… But Freddiebear. That's even better than Freducation and Freddie-o, and Fredduccini." I hugged him tighter than I ever had before, "I love you so much."

"Do you feel better now?" He asked.

"A lot better." I laughed.

He took my hand, "come on." He lead me down the stairs, through the crowd of people, and into the hall. He opened his apartment's door, looked around for his mom, then brought me to his room.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching him walk over to his bed.

"It felt really nice to hold you the other night. So I figure now that we've told each other how we feel, it'll feel even better. You don't have to, if you don't want to…" He shrugged. I ran up to him and hugged him, and we fell into his bed. He kissed me passionately as I wrapped my arms around him, his hands running up and down my back. We stopped kissing, gazed into each others eyes, and I suddenly felt sleepy.

"This does feel nice." I said, resting my head on his chest. "Can I sleep over more often?"

"Any time you want." He kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and he pulled the blanket over us.

"Will you be my Freddiebear forever?" I asked.

"Forever and ever, Sam." He smiled.