Author's Note: This popped in my head while I was at Walmart the other day. Don't ask why, I don't even know. This is my first attempt at writing in second person, I think in second person all the time and thought it would be interesting to write that way. I don't know if all the chapters will be that way though. Also I have never been drunk or had a hangover so I'm not 100% sure it's accurate.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. It would be on Teenick only so it could show more teen issues if I did.

Sam's POV

You were sound asleep. Sleep was so comfortable, but you can hear your name being called from somewhere.

"Sam? Sam wake up! wake up!" you hear your best friend Carly call for you as she shakes you desperately to wake you up. You mumble incoherently about wanting to sleep and that it was way to bright in the room. You turn your head into the pillow so you can open your eyes and wake yourself up. Finally after a minute you turn your head to look at Carly, distracted at first by a splitting headache and the blinding light. Then your head clears and you see her looking at you with a look of pure horror on her face.

"What's wrong Carls?" you ask concerned before groaning and grabbing your head

"Look down at yourself." She whispers nervously. You obey, lifting up your blanket to a surprising sight. You are naked. You look at Carly confused and you see that she is covered by the blanket and nothing else as well.

"Oh my God." you say as what must've Happened dawns on you. "Did... We...?" you trail off suggestively

"I think we might have." she says in shame

"What the hell happened last night?" you ask scared

"I have no idea. I can't remember a single detail after I went to bed Friday night."

"Same here." you reply "There was probably alcohol involved"

"That would explain the headache and blinding sun."

You nod your head embarrassed. "So somewhere between going to bed on Friday and waking up on Sunday we both ended up in your bed, naked."

"Now, that we have the obvious stuff out of the way, how do we find out the details?"

"it's the 16th if it's Sunday right?" you ask for clarification

"Maybe it's Saturday and we got up and got drunk overnight." Carly suggests

"If it's Saturday then prom is tonight. Why would we get drunk the day before prom?" you ask rhetorically

"Touche" Carly says before collapsing back on the bed "I feel like I got hit by a damn truck."

"Me too." you grumble "Let's get up and see what everyone else, you know Gibby, Freddie, Wendy, and Shane are doing and maybe we can piece it all back together."

"Alright, let's do that." Carls agreed

"But... We should probably get dressed first."

"Agreed" Carly nods her head in embarrassment

She goes into the bathroom and you dress yourself in her room, still feeling awkward and of course sick. Eventually she comes out and you can't look at her. Damn tension. You think to yourself, then you both go downstairs to try and figure out what happened.

I know it sounds like a cam romance right now, I swear it is not! Please no flames! All will be answered by the end of the story, it won't end how you think! Please review!