Sorry in advance for the language, if you don't like cursing, please don't read!);

Anyway! Sorry it took so long for the update. Recently, my great grandma passed and I've been on a really bad writer's block since then.

But, I tried my best to squeeze a chapter out for you guys! Love you!

-Kim

(Sam's POV)

HOLY SHIT BRO SERIOUSLY I ALMOST JUST KISSED YOU AND YOU'RE JUST SITTING THERE BEING ALL FREAKED OUT ABOUT A FUCKING STORM OMG,

SERIOUSLY?

"Freddie, you okay?"

"Yeah, you? God, this ship is unstable,"

"Tell me about it," I say, awkwardly standing and walking over to him, then sitting down against the front of my bed.

"I'm sorry for busting here like this, but God, to be honest? I'm so fucking scared out of my mind," Freddie says, laughing at himself.

"Nah, it's cool. Just come chill in here when there's a storm, I don't care,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem, we all have fears,"

"Not everyone,"

"What?"

"You're fearless, Sam. I can't ever remember once seeing you scared,"

"Well, you're wrong,"

"Whattt? What could Sam Puckett be scared about?"

"I'm, um, no. No way I'm telling you,"

"Awhh! Come on!"

I stared at him for a minute, debating on whether to tell him or not. I guess I can trust him, after all he did for me with that Missy crap, so, sure. I guess he can know.

"I'm terrified of telling anyone I love them, okay?"

"What? You tell Carly and Spencer you love them all the time!"

"No, no, kid. Like, I've never told anyone that I love-love them,"

I see him get nervous at this sudden confession, and I turn away from staring at him. I look down at my feet and twiddle with toes.

"Well, that's no big deal. I've never told a girl I'm in love with them, either, so don't worry about it,"

"Oh, so not true! You told Carly you were in love with her, like eighty times, bro,"

"But I was really just trying to convince myself, I think, not her. I really didn't love Carly. I was in puppy-love with Carly. Not the real, ugly, complicated but completely worth it REAL love,"

"Hmmm. I guess I never thought of love like that. 'Ugly',"

"I think love's beautiful and ugly. It has a lot of sides,"

"I agree,"

"Hey, Sam,"

"Yeah, dumbchiz?"

"Wowww. Way to kill the moment,"

"Well, that's just how Mama rolls,"

"Anyway, can I ask you something but you not totally freak out?"

"Sure,"

"Can I sleep with you?"

"WHAT?"

"NO, NO NO NO NO. Not like that, you idiot! Like, sleep in the same room with you so if I get scared, you'll be there,"

"Oh, SHIT, god. Of course you can. Freaking scared me there,"

"Sorryy,"

"God, I'm tired,"

"Me too, goodnight," He says, as we both get off of the floor and crawl into the huge bed.

"Freddie,"

"Yeah, Sam,"

"Come near me, and I'll kill you,"

"Got it, Sam,"

"Goodnight,"

"Night,"

I roll over onto my side, facing away from him. God, why am I freaking out like this? It's no big deal. I've fallen asleep next to him at Carly's place at least a dozen times, so why is this so different? God, this is nerve racking. But I'm freaking freezing, like not even kidding.

"Freddie?"

No reply.

"Dorkwad?"

No reply.

I sit up, and look over at him, sleeping like a baby. His face is peaceful but a little scared (I'm guessing because of the storm?) and his hair is sprawled out in messy fashion. I like it that way. Look at his face, God, could anyone resist? Before I can stop myself, or think about what I'm doing, I scooch in closer to him and lay back down. No, we're not like spooning or anything, I'm just not on the farthest possible point away from him on the bed. I know I won't sleep very well, so I begin to count sheep, like I've always done.

1 sheep, 2 sheep, 3 sheep, 4 sheep.

"Goodnight, Freddie,"

5 sheep, 6 sheep...7 shee-

Freddie. Sam.

In a bed,

snuggling.

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