Booty is a good friend.

"Okay. Talk." Indicating for her to begin.

"Well Sam did apologize." She starts.

"But..." He drones in a bored manner.

"She apologized to me." Freddie seems confused. "She was sorry I had to listen to you complain."

"Oh well that's nice! Gee, thanks for coming all this way to tell me. I feel loads better!" He stands up in a huff. Carly reaches over and pushes him back into his seat. "Calm down. You know Sam. It's hard for her to say what she really is feeling. I'm sure she's sorry about the shoes. How about she and I replace them for you?" 'Thanks for making me waste my money here, Sam' she thinks.

"Nah... it's okay. It's not really about the shoes." He says in a more calmed voice.

"It's not?"

"Yeah, I mean. They're just shoes. I have other pairs anyway. Crummy ones though..." He mutters under his breath. "Hopefully 'Booty' will fix them up."

Carly laughs inappropriately. "Booty." She reiterates.

"To get back to my point... It's that she bothered to do this. I don't mind her pushing me around, but I just want my things left alone. Just for her to give me that one peace of mind."

"I guess so." She says unsurely.

"Don't you think it's the least she can do for me? I know she hates me but... I'm not really going anywhere. I'm part of the iCarly team. And I like you. I just have to put up with her because she's your friend." He says definitively.

"She's your friend too." Carly states.

"Sometimes I wonder." His tone is grumpy.

"Okay look. I don't really know what's going on with this whole date business. Sam said it was something about blackmail." She remembered.

"You know?" He says shocked.

"I don't know anything, really! But I don't care. All I know is it'll probably make you both pair things up if you go to the movies or something. You won't even have to talk or look at each other."

"The movies? Do I need to do dinner again too?"

"No." She says tiredly. "Just the movies. Nothing else."

"As long as it's not a chick flick I'm up for it. I just hope she is."

- Next scene back at Carly's place.

"No! No no no and did I say? No!" Sam stomps around the room defiantly. She had been waiting around for Carly in her apartment, but now she wishes she hadn't bothered coming.

"It's just the movies! What's the big deal?"

"Because I'd be going out with Fred-ward! I see enough of him already." She says in disgust.

"It's dark in the theaters. You don't have to look at him. Just look at the screen and don't talk. You can do that can't you?"

"Why is this so important to you anyway?" She questions, turning to Carly.

"Because I want my friends back!" She walks up to Sam and bumps into something.

"Whoa, watch my body! I'm rushing here! Only got a couple days left to go." Spencer exclaims from atop his foot stool. He needs it because his creation is getting quite large.

"Watch your body?" Carly holds in a laugh.

Spencer motions to his body creation of furniture pieces. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do." She chuckles. She looks back to Sam who is at the door. "Where are you going?"

"Out. I just... need some time alone. I'll see you later." Sam leaves.

Spencer steps off his foot stool and goes over to Carly. "Aw, I'm sorry Carls."

She looks ready to cry. "I was just giving a suggestion. I didn't mean for things to go this bad."

"Aw come on. You guys have been through worse, right?" Carly just shrugs in response. Spencer purses his lips in thought. "Wanna help me?"

Carly's eyes go up to his slowly. "Uh... no?"

"Yeah, didn't think so." He looks dejected.

"Sorry, I just need a break. I'm emotionally exhausted." Carly heads to the door.

"Where are you going?" Spencer asks her.

"I don't know. I'll be back soon." Carly walks out feeling out of sorts.