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Chapter 01

Sam shifted in her bed more groggy than usual. She had a headache. She felt dizzy, sick and weird but didn't know why? Oh yes she remembered why, stupid Greg O'Brien decided to throw a big birthday party at a fancy hotel. They served alcohol there as long as you were over 21. Sam's fake ID said exactly that. So she obviously drank. Who can say No to free alcohol?

"I am never drinking again" Sam mumbled.

"Me neither" Said a faint sleepy voice besides her.

She shot up from her bed like a rock out of a slingshot only to see shirtless Freddie mumbling in his sleep.

She gaped at him for like 5 minutes not knowing how to react. Did they really do what she think they did?

"NO NO NO this cannot be happening."

She hoped that he is not totally naked under those sheets. it took her a few minutes before she looked at her own body only to have her worst fears confirmed.

"Oh God, what was I thinking?"

Oh yes, she wasn't thinking. She was drunk.

Turns out calling Freddie a wimp, questioning his masculinity and challenging him to drink if he is a real man was not a good idea either.

well looks like he proved his masculinity after all. Not that she remembered anything.

'Was the nub even any good?' She wondered.

"What the hell am I even thinking about?" She scolded herself. Even if she remembered it's not like she had anything to compare it with. Besides she has bigger problems to worry about.

Should she wake him up? Or should she leave like nothing ever happened? If she left, would he remember what happened confront her and call her a coward. Probably not. But he would definitely be hurt by her actions.

" why did I have to wake up before Freddie?" Sam whined. Wait, since when does she whine? and in what world did Sam Puckett wake up before Freddie Benson?

'Just get dressed' said a voice inside her head.' you don't want him to wake up and see you naked. Do you? That will make things even more awkward'

Finally, her brain had said something sensible. so she grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom. She quickly showered and got dressed.

After a huge debate with herself, she finally decided to leave everything up to destiny. that is to say that if he isn't up when she gets out of the bathroom she will leave.

"Don't be an idiot sam" said another voice inside her head. Weirdly enough that sounded a bit like Carly.

Of course she would say that. She is such a goody goody and if she cares about him so much why didn't she date him.

"she wouldn't just leave like you if she did date him." Said that really annoying voice in her head. "This is your friend, your ex-boyfriend, the dork you love"

Sam couldn't take it anymore. She has never been this confused in her life. usually her world was black and white. Making decisions was easy.

"Shut up brain" she shouted. Loud enough to wake up Freddie.

"If that didn't wake him up I am going," she thought opening the bathroom door. She was hundred percent sure that he would be awake. No one could sleep through that. And yet there he was sleeping like a baby with this super cute smile on his face.

Sam felt disappointed. She stood there staring at him while her heart tried to reach out and run her hands through his hair. She forced herself to come to her senses and stop being such a sap.

'There is no way Freddie would remember this when you can't' there was that voice again.

'This was his first time drinking and you know that he drank as much as you did because you were having a drinking competition. You have much more experience with alcohol so if you can't remember there is no way that he will. Really sam it's safe to leave'

Well, the brain did make a very good point. But why does that feel so wrong?

'Staying is only going to make things awkward between you two. Do you really want to make things awkward between the two of you?'

Another great point. Maybe I can leave a note.

'Don't be an idiot he will recognise your handwriting.'

I can disguise it. Yes, I will disguise my handwriting to look different. How hard can it be?

She couldn't find a pen or paper. Who Carries them nowadays anyway? She will have to go down and get one from the reception.

She looked around and thought 'At least my first time was in a nice hotel with the guy I love.' It could have been better. she could have not been drunk but if she wasn't drunk It wouldn't have been with Freddie.

"Maybe this was for the best," She thought. It's not like she had any luck with finding the right guy. At the rate she was going it would have probably been with some random dude who she doesn't have feelings for in some dump she wouldn't even want to think about to you know just get it over with.

Finding the right guy had been harder than she ever thought. Turns out any decent guy could not either keep up with her or had nothing in common or wasn't at all interesting or attractive. She did have fun with bad boys, but it didn't last. And she kept feeling that something was missing.

With Freddie everything seemed perfect until carly encouraged them to spend more time together and participate in each others activities.

"Stupid Carly," she thought. Surprisingly the Carly in her head answered back.

"Well now you have a chance to make things right. Just wake him up or get in bed and pretend to sleep until he wakes up."

"That's not a bad idea" thought Sam "but Carly is right if we can't get along when we are not making out eventually we'll just break up and next time we'll be in too deep to just be okay with breaking up. We will probably end up hating each other."

Sam sighed knowing what she had to do. It was for the best. She walked to the door took one last look at Freddie and walked out. She was doing the right thing but why did it feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life? And what was with the tears pouring out of her eyes?

A/N: Well, that is the first chapter. In the next chapter Freddie will wake up to an empty bed. Will he remember? Please review.