A/N there was a mix-up, and as you can see, I have successfully fixed it. *Yay!*

"Seriously Carls, Mulan? A Disney movie? What, are we like, 12?" Sam said through clenched teeth. I knew she was only angry for one reason, and it wasn't that she had to sit through two hours of Donny Osmond-induced goodness.

And that reason was because only two hours earlier I made her confess to, drum roll here, kissing Freddie. MY Freddie, the one who was in love with ME. Even though I never had feelings like his, it was still comforting to know there was always the boy next door to fall upon.

"Carly?" She said, a hint of worry lacing her voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I replied, still not 100% focused on our conversation.

"Is Freddie coming for movie night? Not that I care or anything, just, is he?" Sam said quickly. I rolled my eyes discretely and replied with a non-committal shrug.

"Text him. Call him. For heavens sake, girl, just go knock on his door." I said. I was getting a bit irritated with her, as she kept interrupting my thoughts. I flashed back to my "confrontation" with Freddie up in the studio.

I remembered his deer-in-the-headlights eyes and how he tried to run away from me. He and Sam were exactly the same in that way. Someday I am going to sit them down and tell them running is never the answer.

I remembered his worried expression when he realized he broke his promise to Sam. I really do think he cares for her. Its kind of depressing, actually.

I remembered Sam's expression when I blurted out the offending sentence. And when Freddie walked in.

I silently laughed to myself and made myself focus on the movie. Mulan had just joined the army and apparently Freddie had let himself in and sat down on the side closest to the kitchen. Sam was laying on my feet and had her back leaning against Freddie as she looked at the TV screen.

I thought it was amazing that the two people who I thought hated each other, had gotten along long enough for a smooch-fest! Its also kind of amazing that she is still so comfortable around him. For heaven's sake, she is practically laying on him.

I could sense Sam starting to fall asleep. I heard a plunk and looked over to find her yet again, asleep, but this time she had slipped off of Freddie's shoulder and landed on his lap. I quickly looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction. I was startled to see a kind of...adoration in his eyes. He pulled his feet up on the couch and started stroking her hair.

Its like he doesn't even realize I am here! I thought angrily. Maybe its because I was spacing out for the first half of the movie... I was jerked away from those thoughts when Sam unconsciously started stirring. She moved her feet so they were on my lap and she was laying on her back. Her face was slightly turned to Freddie. I sighed and reached for my pear phone to take a picture of the happy couple. My abrupt movement caught Freddie's attention.

"Oh hey, Carly. I thought you were asleep.," He said nervously. He looked down at Sam and started gesturing wildly, "She just fell asleep again and-"

"Wait-she's done this before?" I whispered to him over Sam's sleeping body.

"Well, um, yeah, and she usually wakes up in like a half an hour, but once she didn't so I had to stay here for like, 3 hours and my mom got all worried and stuff-" he stopped his rambling when he noticed my pear phone in my hand. "Oh, Carly, you do not want to take a picture. Last time Spencer took one she broke his phone and threatened to take him in his sleep to Omaha, Nebraska!"

"So that's why his phone was smashed!" I thought out loud. Apparently I thought this too loud and Sam began to stir.

"Aw, Carly! You woke her up!" Freddie whined, but fortunately she didn't wake up, but snuggled closer to Freddie, who in turn sighed and began stroking her hair again.

"Please don't tell her. When she wakes up on me, I usually just pretend I am asleep otherwise I get a beating. For some reason she thinks I have 'Unhonorable intentions' towards her when she sleeps. Just pretend it didn't happen." He said in a rushed whisper. I didn't catch most of it because all I was thinking about where those cameras Sam installed when Freddie had his date with Valerie. And how she never unplugged it.

"Fine…but if she beats you up anyway, don't come crying to me." I said as I laid her feet down behind me as I scooted off the couch.

"She didn't last time." I faintly heard as I tip-toed up to the studio to find out just how many times this had happened before.