Freddie sat on the couch, his lap top warming the tops of his thighs as he clacked away on the keyboard, typing up a new html for the iCarly website. Sam sat to his right, remote in hand, as her eyes slowly fell closed. Next to her, lay Carly, who was snoring contently against her armrest. Freddie wasn't tired, or so he told himself as he rubbed at his dry eyes, poking at the bags that hung beneath them. He had been having trouble sleeping lately, tossing and turning every night for a week, and when he did fall asleep, he had very unsettling dreams. He was attacked by pieces of ham and other meat products, and loud, obnoxious laughter that surrounded him. It was enough to make him sneak behind his mother's back and make pots of coffee for the last five nights, risking the lecture he would have received. It was much better that being slapped with a ham in dream form. But all of the missed sleep was beginning to catch up with him, and his head dropped to fall on top of Sam's head, which had mysteriously fallen against his shoulder in the past minute, and his eyes closed.

Freddie was walking in a park, surrounded by bright sunlight, peaceful as the birds chirped around him. He came to a stop in front of a park bench, upon which Sam sat, kicking her legs at the air in front of her. He stared at her oddly, cocking his head to the side as she grinned up at him. She opened her mouth, as if she was about to utter something of great importance, but at that moment, Freddie awoke with a start, sitting up right and shifting the real Sam a bit. She groaned in her sleep, said something along the lines of "Freddie, don't be such a nub, lie still," and raised her hand to pull Freddie's shoulder back into its original position, a soft smile on her face. He adjusted to the feeling of moderate wakefulness and smirked, thinking how ironic it was that Sam and he would be dreaming about each other. He didn't have long to ponder this, however as he fell back asleep soon after.

Sam was rudely woken that morning as beads of light filled the room, falling delicately upon her face, right over her eye lids. She moaned desperately as she twisted her face into the curve of Freddie's neck, and promptly fell back asleep. Carly was up already, always the early riser, and was wandering around the kitchen, gathering tools to whip up breakfast for her two slumbering friends. She paused in her breakfast hunt to grab her PearPhone and take a picture of the two, when she noticed the position they were lying in. Freddie was sitting face forward on the couch, his arm wrapped around Sam's midsection and his head was resting on Sam's head, which was buried in Freddie's neck as her shoulder was twisted towards the warmth that Freddie's chest provided. Carly grinned to herself, knowing that it was only a matter of time before her friends' subconscious desires were made conscious, but for now, it was nice to have photographic proof.

A little while later, when the scent of frying bacon wafted from the kitchen to the couch, Sam groaned, knowing that in order to get food, she would have to get up and leave the warm heater that she apparently fell asleep on. She opened her eyes, and sat up a bit, noticing that the heater happened to be Freddie. She bit back a yelp, and thought to herself, "I am not touching that with a thirty foot pole," and slid off the couch, trying not to wake him. She paused, watching him shift and mutter in his sleep as he turned to the space that she used to occupy. She smirked a little bit, and sleepily shuffled into the kitchen to grab some bacon out of the frying pan.

"What was that all about?" Carly asked as whacked Sam's hand with the neon green plastic spatula she was using to push the bacon round the pan.

"What was what all about?" Sam replied, munching on her toasty bacon.

"You and Freddie being all snuggly on the couch," Carly inquired, a thick tone of smugness in her voice.

"Freddie and I were not all snuggly, now stop talking about it before he wakes up!" She whispered angrily.

"But Sam-"

"Stop it Carly. We were sleeping next to each other, he was warm, and I was cold. There is nothing to talk about. Now, shush!" Sam commanded, blowing spit as she shushed her friend angrily.

"Hey Guys," said Freddie sleepily as he walked over to the kitchen island, placing his lap top on the counter. "What were you guys just talking about? You woke me up with your creepy whispers,"

"Nothing," Sam replied hurriedly, stuffing the piece of bacon that she was holding into her mouth.

"Yeah… nothing," answered Carly, pushing the crispy bacon onto a serving plate.

"Suuuure," said Freddie, waggling his eyebrows at the two girls as they walked over and sat down at the table. Sam wished she could wag her eyebrows, and then attempted to do so, making an adorably scrunched up face as she willed her eyebrows into submission. Or, at least, Freddie thought the face she made was adorable. Carly thought it was ridiculous. They sat down and began to eat, not bothering to wait for Spencer.