A/N: OUCH me and my best friend (practically my sister - we're like twins!) just got our nose's pierced, I flinched so mine hurt A LOT!

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Disclaimer: Dan owns iCarly...my names Jacqueline, not Dan :'(

6. The first nights sleep.

Freddie's P.O.V

I'm dreading this. Really, I am. Not only does my gentlemanly self force me to share my bed with Sam, but I'm going to put up with her kicking me in the night. I'm dreading it. Although, Sam doesn't seem too bothered, in fact she seems to be enjoying the idea of inflicting pain on me whilst asleep. She would enjoy that.

It's midnight now, three minutes past to be exact. My eyelids are heavy and my body is slumped up against the living room wall. I'm trying to avoid sleeping in that bed with her for as long as I possibly can. It's hard. The buzzing of some stupid drama show is faintly tainting my ears, we're watching the T.V I brought from my old room, It's not very big; It will do.

Sam is tired also. So tired that her head is starting to droop onto my shoulder. Reluctantly, I sigh and switch the T.V off by remote. It's time for bed. I stand and pick Sam up with me. I carry her in my arms bridal style. My zombie-like state seems to think this is reasonable, her zombie-like state doesn't seem to care what's happening at all at this moment; she just wants to sleep.

I carried her into the bedroom and gently lay her down on the bed. We're not wearing pyjamas. I sigh, this is going to be awkward, I don't want her getting too hot in the night, sweating all over me and all. So I lift her shirt up a little to reveal a tiny part of her lower tummy. Luckily, she seems to be wearing a tank top underneath her t-shirt. I remove her t-shirt and throw it into the corner of our room. Next, I take off her socks, simple enough. Now she's left in a tank top, leggings and a skirt. I quickly take off her skirt, thinking that she'll be more comfortable in just the leggings and tank-top, basically pj's. Then I slip her under the blankets, the whole time her eyes were closing and re-opening as she drifted in and out of consciousness, the events didn't bother her much. Thank the lord.

I removed my own clothing and quickly put on some sweats, checking that Sam was already asleep and not witnessing my change. I decided not to wear a top, It's too hot and I was obviously not thinking straight. Just thinking 'sleep...now'.

I climbed under the covers and immediately drifted into easy sleep.

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1:27am

Sam started kicking me, which woke me up from my dreamless sleep. She started by nudging my shin with her big toe gently, whilst murmuring incoherent things under her breath. Then as her dream got more vivid, and her words more clear, she started kicking me harder. Surprisingly, she didn't wake through my constant groans and flinching - or at least she didn't seem awake. I wonder if she's awake and just doing this to bug me? I lift one of her eyelids up to check her consciousness. sure as ever her eyes are dilated and rolled to the back of her head. Sleeping.

"MINE!" She now shouts as she punches my shoulder. I flinch and turn to see her pained face. I wonder what she's dreaming...

"No, no, NOOO" Another blow to my stomach and I grab her wrists, holding them still. She kicks me. "If I have to break your arm to get fried chicken; I WILL" Ahh-ha, someone's got her food. The kicks keep coming and her fists struggle in my grasp. When she winds me for the third time tonight with her foot in my chest; I do what I can to stop her.

When my breath is finally found, I intertwine our legs together and pull her into my chest, hugging her closely to me. She struggles a little but she is trapped in my hold, her sleeping form gives up and gets comfortable, snuggling up to my chest.

I sigh, maybe now I can get some sleep, weird snuggling with Sam sleep, but some sleep.

Sam's P.O.V

Okay, what is going on. Did I somehow cuddle up to Fredlumps in my sleep? Really? No...Not even in my sleep would I be stupid enough to get even closer to a dork. He did this to me. I struggle to get out of his grip, his brow furrows in his sleep and he pulls me in closer.

"Ughh" I groan. I pull back as far (and what seems to be as little) as I can. I catch sight of his body for the first time. He's not wearing a top. And I won't lie, the view isn't as nubby as I would have expected. Then I see the bruises, on his shoulders, chest, tummy...everywhere visible really. Heck, I bet there's even bruises on his legs under his sweat pants. I did this to him. I feel bad. I didn't wanna bruise him, especially now that I see his body would look awesome on a poster. It's ruining my view.

I cast my eyes downwards, inspecting myself. He must have removed half of my clothes because I'm sure I didn't. Why?- I don't know. But I ain't worried, He wouldn't do anything inappropriate. pffft...priss.

A/N: woo. okay, I'm still working on chapter 8, I don't wanna say I've got writer's block...maybe I'm just tired? Well...maybe some more detailed reviews would help...seriously I want everything you can offer, criticism, what you loved, hated...world domination? HAHA xx