Disclaimer: Sometimes I pretend I own iCarly. I won it when I entered a game show and won the grand prize. I also won Ariana Grande's hair. Oh, sorry, side tracked. I don't own iCarly.

iLove The Cookie Monster

My girlfriend is like… The cookie monster. You know that she could eat you alive, but you can't help but love her. She just wants to have fun. She makes disturbing noises when she eats, too. But you wanna know my favorite thing about Sam? Her ability to catch on to things quickly. And her ability to get a point across easily.

She took her head off my lap and sat up. She stood and walked to the Shay's coat rack, swinging her hoodie over her shoulder. She opened the door and took a first step into the hallway.

"Where are you going?" I called out.

She looked at me on the couch and kept a straight face. "Your place."

She left the Shay's door wide open and did the same with mine as she entered the apartment across the hall.

I looked over in Carly's direction, who was smirking while washing dishes.

"Apparently I'm leaving now," I told her and walked towards the door.

I exited the apartment while hearing my best friend's last words of wisdom: "Have fun."

I entered the place I called my home and threw my jacket over the back of the couch. Sam was laid out on the futon in the corner, already trying to fall asleep.

I kneeled down on the floor beside her and pushed some hair behind her ear, out of her face. She reached out her small hand and lightly slapped my face.

"You can't make me go away, Sam. This is my house," I smiled.

"Apartment," she corrected, opening her eyes to look into mine.

"It matters," I sarcastically joked.

She grinned and sat up, patting the spot next to her.

"You really came over here to do the exact same thing you were doing over there," I said, more as a statement than a question.

I sat next to her, though, and wrapped my arms around her.

"No," she responded. "I wanted to be alone with you."

"Any particular reason?" I questioned.

She tilted her head up against my chest to look into my eyes. "No. Just wanted to be with you."

"Hmm," I mumbled, pressing my lips against her head.

I could feel the calmness overtaking us – The same calmness we felt whenever Running Away comes on the radio – So in synch. It feels good, it feels right. It feels perfect. It feels like all the heartache and pain that we went through before this – All contributed towards this perfect moment.

She repositioned herself she could easily see me eye-to-eye. "What's your name?" she asked.

Totally not weird at all.

"My name?" I repeated, amused.

"Mm-hmm. You never told me your middle name," she clarified.

"William," I answered.

She nodded her head. Something was about to happen. I could sense it. She was about to bombard me with questions.

"What's your favorite color?" she continued.

And I was right.

"Blue," I answered.

"Why?" she asked. In disgust, actually.

I pushed the hair back behind her ear. "What's wrong with blue?"

"Blue's such a depressing color," she explained.

I looked into her blue eyes. They both were like deep wishing wells you couldn't help but look at. "I don't think we're talking about the same blue, Sam."

I heard her breath hitch in her throat as she attempted to talk.

"I love blue," I stated simply.

I kissed her grinning lips. I felt a moan escape her throat, for which I pulled away and smiled at her.

"You like me," I joked.

"Maybe a little," she played along.

I don't know why she chose me. She could have had anyone she wanted to, and she knew it. Yet, she chose me. All I've done for her is hug and talk up the color blue. She didn't even know my middle name, but she loved me anyways.

"I love you," I confessed, though I've done so plenty of times before.

I love this girl and I'm not taking a moment for granted.