Title: The Sleepover

Fandom: Popular, pre-series

Pairing: Sam/Harrison, friendshippy

Rating: G

Word Count: 500

Summary: Carmen has a sleepover for her thirteenth birthday. For promptinabox round 2, prompt #46 "You're insane."

"Did you see April Tuna today?" Carmen giggled. "She was following Brooke McQueen, as usual, but then she fell down the stairs and took Brooke down with her!"

Sam and Lily joined in with Carmen's laughter. The picture of the perfect Brooke McQueen falling down the stairs was a priceless image in their minds.

"How did we miss that?!" Sam gasped between bouts of laughter.

A knock on the door curbed their giggles only the slightest bit. "Hey squirts," Carmen's older brother stuck his head in the room, "keep it down in here. Some of us have to work in the morning."

"Sorry," the three girls chorused, not sounding the least bit apologetic. Their laughter resumed as soon as the door shut and continued into the early hours of the morning.

Lily went to sleep first, quickly followed by Carmen. Sam, however, lay awake in her sleeping bag, staring at the blank wall. The door opened quietly, just far enough to allow someone to enter, before it shut just as softly. Muffled footsteps crossed the room and walked around the bed to where Sam was laying

Harrison grinned when he lay down next to his best friend, cuddling up close to her so they could share the pillow. "Hey Sammy," he whispered so he wouldn't wake their sleeping friends.

"It took you longer than usual tonight," Sam teased the boy next to her. "What'd you do, get stuck in a tree?"

"Sorta," Harrison confided, thankful for the darkness to hide the fact that he was blushing. However, the close proximity to Sam alerted her to the warmth spreading across his face and neck from embarrassment.

"I was kidding," she muffled her laughter by snuggling up as close to him as the sleeping bag would allow. "What were you doing in a tree? Don't you usually get in through the garage?"

Harrison wrapped his arms around Sam's small frame to hold her close. "Carmen's dad must have changed the locks… I couldn't pick it. And the only window that isn't alarmed is the one in the upstairs bathroom," he shivered as his body began to warm from the numb feeling he'd gotten from being outside for so long.

"You're insane," Sam informed him, pushing him away to break the embrace so she could unzip the sleeping bag.

Crawling into the sleeping bag with her, Harrison had to agree with her statement, "So I've been told. But what else was I going to do on a Friday night, since all of my friends were here?"

"Watch TV like a normal person?" she teased, cuddling up against his t-shirt clad chest that was no longer separated by the stuffed sleeping bag.

"But where's the fun in that?" Harrison wondered, wrapping his arms around her warm body. She was like his own personal space heater warming him up.

"Mmmm…" Sam mumbled against his neck. He could feel her breathing slow against his goose-bumped flesh. Cuddling her close, he waited for sleep to overtake him.