Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly... or Seddie... or any other things resembling upcoming or previous iCarly episodes. *she says with a downcast face*

I sat on the now familiar bed of Troubled Waters Mental Hospital, eating my ham and cheese sandwich. For crazy people food, it wasn't too bad. Caleb was shouting outside my door about the future and what it held for us.

"SHUT UP CALEB!" I yelled.

"Don't deny the future, Sam!" he yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and went back to eating my sandwich. I looked around my room a little bit. There was a large desk in the corner that was cluttered with art supplies and paintings. A little bit away from the desk was a rolling art supply cart filled with more art supplies, and on the other side of the bed was a painting that I had started working on since I checked in here.

A knock came at my door.

"What?" I yelled.

"Sam, its Freddie, can I come in?"

I sighed.

"Sure." I finally said, but then added under my breath, "I'm already crazy."

He opened the door and then came in. "Hey."

"Hey Benson, how's life?" I said, still picking at my sandwich.

"Okay." He said with a shrug.

"How about them Cobras?" I tried.

"Well they're pretty good this season and-," he started. "Okay no, can we talk about the kiss?"

He walked around to the side of the bed and I looked up from my sandwich.

"What?" I said.

"Why'd you do it?" he asked simply. "And why are you in this crazy hut where my mother belongs?"

"Your whole mood app thing already showed you why I did it. And I'm in the crazy hut, for obvious reasons. I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy, Sam." He said. "Abusive maybe… but not crazy."

"Abusive is a form of crazy you diphthong." I said, giving him a look.

"That's not the point." He said.

"Then what is the point?" I said, putting down my sandwich and rolling over to the other side of the bed and standing up. "Can you just leave already?"

"I'm not leaving until we work things out." He said, walking around so that we faced each other.

"What is there to work out, Benson?" I yelled. "That's right, there's nothing to work out. So leave, Benson. And get out of my crazy hut."

"For the last time, Sam, you're not crazy!" he yelled back, grabbing my arms. "You're perfectly fine."

"Then why am I in here?" I retorted. "Got an answer to that one?"

"Because you put yourself in here." He said, still holding onto my arms.

"Let go of my arms, Benson." I struggled.

"No, Sam. I won't. I care about you and you don't belong in here!" he said quickly. He released his grip suddenly and stepped back.

"You care about me?"

"You may be a blond-headed demon, Sam, but you're still one of my best friends. And I think that you want more then that."

"Well you're wrong." I said, giving a dramatic shrug.

"Am I?" he asked.

"Yeah, Benson you are."

"That's cool, then." He said, walking towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'll pick you up at eight." He said with a smirk. "Oh and Sam?"

"W-what?" I found myself stuttering.

He smiled. "Love you too."

"Wait, Benson!" I called as he left the room. "Freddie, we are so not done talking about this! Since when do you walk away from ME?"

But he was already gone, and I was yelling at the closed brown door. A date? With Fredison Benson, nonetheless? And then he cares about me, and tells me he loves me? What the chizz was this all about? But wasn't this what I've been wanting? What I had been working for throughout the whole lock-in?

I slapped my forehead and stood there in the middle of the room, pacing when the door opened again.

"Sam?"

"Thanks for knocking, Carls." I said.

"You never knock on my door when you come to my house." She said with a raised eyebrow. "You seem kinda… chizzy."

"I am chizzy." I snapped back.

"Okay… calm down." She said. "What happened?"

"Freddie was just here and we had this argument and now… now we're going on a date."

"Date?" she said her eyes getting big.

"Yeah… tomorrow."

She blinked a few times and then started shouting, "SAM LOVES FREDDIE! SAM LOVES FREDDIE!"

I lunged at her and tried to calm her down but she kept yelling it. "SAM LOVES FREDDIE! SAM LOVES FREDDIE!" I slapped my hand across her mouth and she kept trying to yell it, but it only came out as mumbled words.

"Stop saying that!" I said. "People will hear!"

She broke free of my grasp, "So you DO love him!"

"No, I don't love Freddie." I tried reasoning. "I don't love him."

"But the app…" she said. "And I saw you two kiss!"

"That doesn't matter!" I said pushing past her and then going out the door.

"Sam! Sam!" Carly said, following me. "Sam! Come on!"

She chased me all the way down to the main lobby where other mental patients lingered with one another doing other arts and crafts and eating.

"You so love him!" Carly yelled. "Just admit that you love Freddie Benson!"

"I don't!" I said adamantly.

"Sam, I told you this once before when I thought you were in love with Brad. He's a good guy. He's polite, he's nice, you're going on a date with him…"

"We had our first kiss together…" I found myself adding.

She looked at me with a face that clearly said, "DUH!"

"Arghh!" I yelled. "Have I lost my mind?"

And then I stalked away.