Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.

Sam's P.O.V:

I watched Freddie, as he methodically got ready for bed. We have to share the same bathroom, and it was thoroughly awkward. I noticed how routine Freddie was. He probably got ready the same, exact way every night. He brushed his teeth, setting it up a certain way, then washed his face. To be honest, it was quite mesmerizing. I tried to focus on running a brush through my hair, but it was seemingly impossible. Finally, Freddie finished; I could get ready for bed in peace.

I then finished, and walked out into the bedroom. Freddie was lying on a quilt, on the floor. He looked uncomfortable, turned on his side. Then, I noticed he was reading a book. I checked out the title. It was A Walk to Remember, by Nicholas Sparks. I had to choke back a laugh. Freddie Benson read Nichols Sparks?

"Hey Freddo. You're such a girl." I said, smiling playfully.

He flinched, as if taken by surprise. I guess he thought I was still in the bathroom. "Huh?" he asked. He was still kind of absorbed in a book- reading world. I knew what it felt like, because all those years ago, after Freddie challenged me to a bet, about reading a whole book, I had developed a weird love of reading. And most surprisingly, I liked romance novels. I know what you're thinking, Sam Puckett reads and likes romance novels? I still have a hard time believing it myself, once in a while…

"You're reading Nicholas Sparks?" I asked, again smiling.

Freddie nodded, and a blush flamed across his cheeks. "Yeah, this isn't really my style of book, but…" he trailed off.

I just nodded. "Don't worry, I get it." I sat down on the edge of the pink-covered bed, looking down at the brunette-boy.

Freddie raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Sam Puckett's not giving me a hard time? Especially about this?" he said, pointing to the book in his hand.

"No, I like Nicholas Sparks too." I said, again smiling.

Freddie grinned. "Don't tell anyone about this."

"I promise I won't." I said, genuinely. I haven't forgotten the last time I spilled one of Freddie's secrets.

"Good." Freddie said, trying to settle into his uncomfortable bed on the floor.

I plopped myself down on the soft mattress, and stole another glance at Freddork. He was rolled over on his side, and he didn't look like he could get much sleep lying that way. I sighed. Was I feeling sorry for him? I finally gave in.

"Freddie, you can sleep up here. If you want?" I said, quietly.

Freddie looked up at me in shock. "Really?" he asked.

I nodded, and Freddie slowly got up, and climbed up into the bed. I scooted over, and he got comfortable beside me. I thought it would be awkward, but it wasn't. I reached over and turned my lamp off, and Freddie turned his off. We both fell asleep, to the peaceful rhythm of each other's breathing.

OoooooooooooooooooooooooO

My eyes fluttered open the next morning, and sunshine was streaming through the window. I felt a weight beside me, and turned to see what it was. I almost gasped, when I saw Freddie, but then remembered I told him he cold sleep up here last night.

He looked so peaceful, while he was sleeping. Then, I realized how close we were. Freddie had his arm draped across my waist, and our legs were intertwined. It freaked me out a little bit. Was I snuggling with Fredward Benson? The thought was so foreign to me.

Then, Freddie started to stir in his sleep. I quickly closed my eyes, because for some reason, I didn't want him to know I was awake.

"Sam?" Freddie finally asked, after a few minutes. He nudged me softly. I acted like I was waking up.

I slowly opened my eyes. "Oh, hey Fredwina." I added.

"Good morning, Princess Puckett." Freddie said, a smirk crossing his features. I couldn't help but notice how chiseled his jaw looked. I wasn't going to deny it. Freddie doesn't look like a nub anymore.

"Morning, Benson." I said, with a smile. Freddie grinned back, and then at the same time we both realized his arm was still draped around my waist, and we were snuggling, and we were both awake this time. Freddie cleared his throat awkwardly, and I rolled over, blushing.

OoooooooooooooooooooooooO

I hopped into the passenger seat of Freddie's truck, and Freddie started the car. I turned the radio on, and Freddie and I both settled back into our seats. We were going to keep driving down Highway 101, until we saw something cool.

I looked over at Freddie. He was concentrating on the road, he brown eyes looking thoughtful. I wonder what he was thinking about? He had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand dangling out the window. I looked away quickly, realizing what I was doing. This is Fredward Benson we're talking about. There's no way I was just checking him out… right?

A/N: I hope Sam and Freddie don't seem to OOC… Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review!