:'( Tis the last chapter. It may be bad because I suck at ending stories.

And I would like to thank all of you who have enjoyed the story. It makes me feel all special.

12:00 AM

"How goes it?" Sam said when she and Freddie walked back in. They were soaking wet and covered in mud.

"You two have fun?" Carly asked with a smirk.

Sam shrugged. "It was OK."

"Excuse me?" Freddie said. "You sure didn't act like it was just OK."

Sam punched his shoulder. "Can I take a quick shower to get all the mud off?"

Gibby nodded. "You can use the one in the master bedroom. Um. There are some clothes in the drawers. Shirts and pajama pants."

Sam nodded and went to go shower.

"Is there another one I can use?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah. Down the hall."

When Freddie was gone, Carly and Gibby started laughing.

"Freddie's mom is gonna kill him when she sees all those hickeys," Carly said.

"Sam had a lot too," Gibby added.

Carly was smiling. She was happy her friends were finally together.

"Wanna clean up the mud on the floor?" Carly asked Gibby.

He nodded.

Once they were finished, Sam came into the living room. She was wearing some flannel pajama pants and...

"Is that the black button down Freddie wore to the club?" Carly asked.

"Yup," Sam said. "It was there, it looked comfortable, and I put it on. No big deal."

"Uh-huh."

Freddie came in. He was wearing the shirt and jeans he had worn to the club since his clothes from earlier were soaked.

"I put my clothes-and Sam's-into some plastic bags I found. Is that my shirt?"

"Jesus. Why is everyone going on about the shirt?" Sam said. "I only put it on because it looked comfortable."

"And is it?" Freddie asked.

"Don't push your luck, boy."

"OK. We gotta get going," Carly said.

"I'll drive," Freddie told Gibby.

They gathered all their things and ran to the car.

...

"Carly and Gibby are asleep," Sam said. "We've only been driving for five minutes."

Freddie chuckled. "They were tired." He didn't say anything for a moment, but felt Sam's eyes on him. "You wanna talk?" he finally asked.

"Do you?"

Freddie sighed. "Well, what are we gonna do next?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On what you want to do."

"Is Sam Puckett afraid to voice her opinion?"

"Shut up, Fredstein. Nothing like this has happened to me before."

"Making out with a guy?"

Sam punched him. "No. I just never experienced something so... passionate." She had mumbled the last part.

Freddie smirked cockily. "Oh? It was passionate?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Don't get all full of yourself."

"You wanna give being a couple a try?" Freddie asked.

"After we come up with some conditions."

Freddie snorted. "You would. What conditions?"

"Don't expect me to treat you any differently."

"You wouldn't be Sam if you treated me differently."

"You always pay when we go out."

"I already do."

"No celebrating stupid weekly or monthly anniversaries. Well, except the six month anniversary."

Freddie smiled. "I like that you have faith in us."

"Shut it. You better kiss like you did earlier all the time."

"Only if you do the same."

"Perv. On that note, we only go as far physically as I want to. If you pressure me, I kill you."

"How often have you thought about dating me?"

"None of your business."

Freddie laughed. "OK."

"So you agree to these conditions?"

"Only if you agree to mine."

"Shit," Sam grumbled. "What are they?"

"You're going to have to tolerate my mother to a certain extent."

"Ew."

"We announce it on iCarly."

"Uh, why?"

Freddie blushed. "I kinda want people to know you're my girl."

"I'm thinking you're my girl."

"Ha-ha," Freddie said flatly. "Sometimes you have to let me pick what we do on dates."

"Yeah. You're the girl."

Freddie ignored that comment. "And you have to be cool with public displays of affection."

"Mama likes PDA."

"I'm also referring to hand holding and stuff, you know," Freddie said. He was aware that Sam was thinking of other things.

Sam shrugged. "I can deal with non-lip action PDA."

"So. You agree to my conditions?"

"Sure. You agree to mine?"

"Yup."

"So are we, like, official now or whatever?"

"Huh. I think we're still just Sam and Freddie, but with a new element."

"But you're gonna call me your girlfriend."

"Well, duh."

Sam shook her head and laughed. "You're such a nub." They stopped at a red light. She turned his head and gave him a quick kiss.

"I could get used to that," Freddie said with a happy sigh.

...

Sam smacked Gibby awake. His scream woke Carly up.

"We're here," Freddie said.

"Awesome," Carly said. She looked out the window. "It stopped raining."

Sam chuckled. "Great observation skills. Can I spend the night?"

"Don't you always? You can stay too, Gibby."

"OK," Gibby said with a yawn.

"Can I stay as well?" Freddie asked. "I don't feel like dealing with my mom right now."

Carly laughed. "Sure. We'll all have a place to sleep in my room. Meaning, Sam will sleep in my bed with me and you boys will get the couches."

"I didn't expect it any other way," Sam said.

They all got out of the car and walked into Bushwell Plaza. Sam and Freddie had linked their hands.

"So," Gibby said when they stepped into the elevator, "you two a thing now?"

"Yes," Freddie said happily, while Sam said, "I guess," in a bored voice.

The elevator opened into Carly's apartment. Spencer practically flew off the couch when he heard them. He ran over and hugged Carly.

"I'm so glad you're not dead!" he cried happily.

"But you knew I was fine," Carly said.

"Yeah, but-" Spencer paused when he saw Sam and Freddie. "Why is Freddie's arm around Sam? And... are those hickeys?"

"They're kind of a couple now," Gibby told Spencer.

"Since when?"

"Since they made out on top of Freddie's car in the pouring rain," Carly said with a smile.

Spencer's mouth fell open. "What happened these past-"

"Almost twenty-four hours," Freddie said.

"We had an adventure," Sam informed Spencer.

"An epic adventure," Carly added. "It was so much fun."

"Yeah. Thanks, Sam," Gibby said.

"You feel better about the break up?" Sam asked.

"Much better."

"Good. Well, I want some food before bed time." Sam went into the kitchen.

"I'll go to sleep," Spencer said. "I need to absorb this whole Sam and Freddie thing." Spencer went to his room.

"You guys go upstairs," Carly said to Gibby and Freddie. "I'll keep Sam company. Stop pouting, Freddie."

The boys left and Carly joined Sam in the kitchen.

"I kissed Gibby," Carly said.

Sam gasped and pulled her head out of the fridge. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"How was it?"

"Wonderful."

"That's so weird. Are you two a thing now?"

Carly sighed. "No. It's too soon after the break up."

"Good point."

"So, how was your kiss with Freddie?"

Sam smiled. "Fucking amazing." She went back into the fridge and got out some left over chicken.

"Details," Carly pressed on.

"Well, he did his little confession thing by having me close my eyes, then he gave me a tiny kiss."

"Aw!"

Sam rolled her eyes. "I was a little flabbergasted at first. I kept repeating the fact that he kissed me in the rain. He told me to say something else, so I kissed him instead of talking. How'd your kiss with Gibby happen?"

"He told me he likes me, I like him back, so I kissed him," Carly said with a shrug.

Sam ate some kitchen. "We're so beast. Getting boys to want us and all."

...

"Carly kissed me," Gibby told Freddie.

"Holy chiz! When?"

"You and Sam were playing in the rain. I told her how I feel. At first, I thought she was gonna reject me. Then, her lips were on mine."

"Go, Gibby." Freddie high-fived him. "So what's gonna happen between you two?"

"We're gonna wait until before trying to get together."

"Sounds like a good plan. With the recent break up and all."

Gibby nodded.

Carly and Sam walked in. Sam sat on the couch next to Freddie so she could finish her chicken.

"Can I have some?" Freddie asked.

"Hell, no."

"We should go to sleep now," Carly said. "We had a busy twenty-four hours after all."

Sam was done her chicken. "OK. Mama's ready to sleep."

Carly crawled into her bed and Gibby laid on one of the couches.

"Wait," Freddie said to Sam before she could get into bed.

"What?" He cupped her face and gave her a kiss.

"Good night," he said.

"Aw!"

Sam snapped her head in Carly's direction. "Quiet, Shay." She turned to Freddie. "'Night, Fredward."

Freddie plopped onto the couch and Sam got in Carly's bed.

All four of the fell asleep when the clock struck one.

THE END

Yeah... There was a lot of dialogue in this...

I hope you all liked it! :D