Okay, just so you know, I originally planned for this whole story to be from Freddie's point of view, so unless I say otherwise, it's him who's talking. :)

It's surprising how long a person can just think.

Just think and do nothing else. That's what I did for an hour straight. The only thing that snapped me out of it was my mother's scream. I jumped and ran to the direction it came from. She was standing on a chair, just shrieking like a maniac.

"Mom! What's wrong?"

"C-c-c….." She pointed and I looked to see a big fat cockroach twitching its little antennae by a dropped piece of cracker.

"Gross." I said, and went into the closet, emerging with a shoe I grew out of, and smooshed the thing.

"Freddie!" My mom shouted. I ignored her and began to wipe up the mess.

"I'll call the exterminator." She said, and ran off to grab her cell phone.

-Break-

Turns out we've got a roach infestation on our hands. Awesome.

"I think it's best that we fumigate your house. You will want to cover all of your furniture in plastic and take anything you need with you to go stay somewhere temporarily." The burly man told us. (A/N: I haven't ever heard of an apartment being fumigated, but just go with it please.)

"…Yes sir." My mother said.

I sighed and anxiously entered our apartment. I was extremely paranoid. You know that feeling when you see a huge bug in your room but then it flies away and you don't know where it went? Yeah, that feeling.

I packed up a suitcase of clothes, toiletries (A/N: I hate that word.), my laptop, my iPod, and any other personal items I felt I should bring.

I left my suitcases outside of my apartment, and while my mom discussed the cost with the man while they helped each other cover things in plastic, I went over to Carly's.

"Hey guys." I said.

"You seem glum." Said Spencer. I smiled. Who uses the word glum?

"Yeah… My house is getting fumigated."

"What?" Sam said, popping her head out from the kitchen, Carly following suit.

"Yep."

"Where are you going to stay?" Carly asked.

"I don't know. Probably some hotel. Just wanted to let you guys know."

"'Cause we totally care and all." Sam retorted.

"Aw, I'll miss you too Sam." I said sarcastically.

"Nyeh."

"Nyeh!"

"Well why don't you stay here?" Spencer asked.

"What?" Sam said, disbelieving.

"Yeah, you and your mom could stay-"

"Nnnnnnn." Said Carly at the mention of my mom.

"What? She has to work anyway; she won't be here all the time." Spencer said.

Carly seemed to be mulling over, while Sam glared at me.

"Are you seriously considering letting this nub stay here? Where I practically live?"

"Sam, he's here all the time too. It won't be much different." Carly said.

"Okay, then it's settled. You should go let your mom know." Said Spencer.

"Okay. Thanks guys!" I said, winking at Sam, who looked like she wanted to rip me apart chunk by chunk.

I let my mom know, and she was more than happy to stay somewhere so close to home and somewhere that was free.

-Break-

School was uneventful. Sam got detention again for shouting profanity at Ms. Briggs; Mr. Howard assigned a killer amount of homework, a quiz in Miss Ackerman's class, and all that jazz.

When we got home, I got my mom and went ahead and moved into Carly's place.

Once we got everything we needed into Carly's place, I told my mom to go to work before she was late, and that I would unpack her stuff for her. She wouldn't leave without delivering a crushing hug, much to Sam's pleasure and my mortification.

Once she was gone, Spencer helped me carry our bags up to the iCarly studio where my mom would be sleeping and set up her mattress and sheets and all that. We were just going to keep our clothes in the suit cases, and I was sleeping on the couch.

I slumped into a beanbag once Spencer left. Why was all of this happening to me? It didn't make any sense. Was last night just a dream? A very vivid dream? I have had one before, but never that… convincing. Weren't you not supposed to be able to feel pain in a dream?

No one remembered. Or maybe, there was nothing to remember. Yeah. Just a dream. Okay Freddie, chill out, it was a dream.

I felt my phone buzz and looked at it to see I had an incoming call from Sam.

"Hello?"

"Dinner's ready." Click.

I stood up and walked down the stairs, not surprised to see spaghetti and taco shells on the counter.

"There's enough for your mom. Is she coming home before nighttime?" Spencer asked.

"No. But thanks anyway." I said, taking my seat across from Carly and next to Sam.

"Okay. Some for yeeew, some for yewww, and some for yewww." Spencer said as he served us all.

We quickly dug in, Sam eating like someone who hadn't stomached anything in days.

"Ravenous much, Sam?"

I felt a noodle hit my face, and sauce splash onto my nose. I removed the noodle and narrowed my eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out and carried on eating.

Then a noodle hit her in the face. She tensed, and then turned to look at me. She flung a handful of her spaghetti at me, and it hit me in the chest. My mom would kill me for getting my shirt dirty, but I didn't care.

Soon we were flinging handfuls after handfuls of the stuff onto one another from our tacos.

"Guys! Stop it!" Carly said. We both turned toward her and threw a heap of it onto her. The look on her face made us crack up, and soon the whole table was laughing.

"Alright Sam, you and Freddie clean up." Carly said half-heartedly.

"Meeehhh." Said Sam, but Carly had already left, and so had Spencer. I sighed, and started out by putting the dishes in the sink and washing them.

"C'mon Sam, you dry and I'll buy you a ham." I smirked as she perked up.

"Fine." She said, and began to dry and put away the dishes I handed her.

I bit my lip. I just had to talk to someone about it.

"…Hey Sam?"

"What do you want?"

"Have you ever had a really, and I mean really, realistic dream? So real that you were confused when you woke up, because you were positive it was real?"

She paused. "Is this about this morning, Benson?"

"Yeah, it is." I said.

"You seem real spooked."

"I am."

"Okay. Well, no, not particularly. I mean, I've had realistic dreams before, but when I wake up I always remember going to sleep the night before. Did you not remember?"

"Oh no, I remembered. But I didn't even go to sleep in my bed. I don't see when I could have fallen asleep because I wasn't lying down until then… until it had already happened… but no one knows what I'm talking about!"

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What did we do yesterday, Sam?" I asked.

"Well me, you, and Carly went to the Groovy Smoothie and then me and you came over here and hung out, rehearsed for iCarly, and then you went home. That's it."

"So you remember what we did before it happened then, huh."

"What happened in your dream anyway, Fredlumps?"

"After I came home from Carly's, I went to my house and my mom wanted to go to the drug store. So I decided to drive. All of the lights kept turning yellow, so I sped up, and then I looked at my mom and…" I swallowed and moved onto cleaning the spaghetti off of the floor. Sam did too.

"And we crashed. Then I went to the hospital, and woke up to find you guys there. I actually felt the pain from the injuries when I sat up. And my mom was… well, she was…. Dead." I said.

She looked a bit surprised at that.

"And then I basically freaked out, so the nurse had to knock me unconscious to sleep with a shot, and I fell asleep, and then I just…. Woke up in my own bed. It was so incredibly weird." I said.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Well, no matter how realistic it was, it had to be a dream. It just… wouldn't make sense for us to not remember and you be all better and your mom alive and all that chiz. So just let it go, Freddie."

I nodded slowly.

"You're right. I was being stupid. Funny. Sam Puckett helping me with my problems."

I got the skin on my arm twisted from that. Hard. But I laughed anyway.

"You know what? Thanks." I said. She smiled and slapped me on the back so forcefully, it could hardly be considered friendly.

"Don't get used to it, Fredbag."

I patted her head with my soapy hand, leaving a pile of foam on her blonde curls. She glared and threw bubbles at me from the bucket, snickering the whole time. This started a whole new fight, the unclear water sloshing everywhere until it was all gone and we were soaked down to the bone.

"Gahh!" Carly shouted, frustrated when she walked into the room and saw the mess.

We both pointed at each other in blame, which caused Carly to smile a bit.

She couldn't help but to forgive her two best friends.

-Break-

After helping to clean the kitchen again, and finishing my homework, Carly, Sam, and I stated a movie with popcorn and pepi-cola for everyone. Everyone was pretty tired, considering it was 11:00 P.M. and we had gotten up at six in the morning.

With all of the pillows strewn across the floor, Carly went ahead and got comfy in my lap, and fell asleep right there. Sam, already asleep, fell onto my shoulder about five minutes after, but she seemed comfortable enough to not stir.

I should've felt so lucky, having two beautiful (yes, okay, I can't deny Sam's good looks, but she's still a demon who tortures me) girls lying on me, but really, it was average. This sort of thing happened all the time.

You'd think I'd be so ecstatic to have Carly leaning on me. But… I just didn't have that much of an interest in her anymore. I didn't know why. She was just… like a sister. You always grow out of your first love, right?

And then, Sam. Two years ago, I had shrugged Sam off my shoulder while watching dancing videos. But that was a very long time ago and, I don't know, I guess we've gotten closer. We still "hated" each other, but we both knew that we were friends, and showed it quite often.

I was really drowsy myself, and the girls' body heat provided sort of a blanket. Slowly, I felt myself drifting off, the television's dim light glowing behind my closed eyelids, the murmurs from the movie like a lullaby, harmonizing with my friends' soft snores. And then I submerged into a lethargic state of sleep…

Once I woke up in the morning, I was in my own bed again.

A/N: Review and subscribe please! Sorry there's not much detail in them going to school. I completely forgot they had it, so I had to go back and add it in. ^-^ Thanks for reading!