Not my best chapter, but I wanted to get this up while it's fresh in my mind. I might have time to write 6b tomorrow morning, but it may have to wait until the evening. Keep the comments and reviews coming :D

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1:37 PM

Sam's POV

We were on our way back to Bushwell. I was sitting in the back seat with Freddie. Carly was up front, fiddling with the radio.

"I'm tired..." He said, drooping his head. If there's one thing I learned from his mom it was that after a head injury, you should not fall asleep. Bad things happen...

"Nononono, you can't go to sleep, Fredmunch."I grabbed his head and lifted it up. He looked over at me. He looks so helpless. I need to help him. He tried to help me, so the least I could do was return the favor.

I unbuckled his seat belt and signaled he scoot to the middle seat. He did and I eased him down so he was laying on my lap. "I'll let you lay down, but if you start to fall asleep, I'm gonna smack ya." I didn't wanna hit him on his birthday, but I was serious.

"Yeah, no that's cool. I can't sleep. It's against the ruuuuules." He puckered his lips has he said rules. I snickered. That was adorable. I stroked his head and looked out the window. He was mine to take care of. My wittle Fweddie. I smiled.

We rode in silence for the most part. I looked down every once in a while to make sure he was still alive and every time he was sitting there, staring at the roof. Finally I poked my head in front of his vision. "Whatcha thinkin' about Fredifer?"

"Oh nothing. Just... trying to get my head straight still." He was doing more than that. I could tell. He had this look like he was trying to figure something out. The look he had when he did a math test in school. It was a look I had seen so many times before, but I never really embraced it. What's going on in your head, Freddie?

We went over a bump and Freddie whacked his head against my lap. Thank god I'm a woman. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head and then put his seat belt back on. That wasn't his seat belt, that was the middle one. He's staying in the middle! Next to me! EEEE!

Sam... that's pathetic.

I looked over at him. He was looking at the radio to check the time. Might as well take a shot. I yawned, "I'm tired." I leaned toward the right, toward the window. Come on Freddie, pull me close to you. You know you wa- oh that's nice. He didn't listen to my thoughts. Instead, he started rubbing my back with his hand. So... nice...

"Don't worry Sam, we're almost there."

I smiled and curled up in a ball. I imagined what he looked like. Smiling at me, moving his hand up and down and up and woah. I flinched. That was a bit close to something, Freddie... I may have found a soft spot for a geek, but he wasn't allowed to go there...

He kept rubbing, but now he stayed near the top of my back. Smart move. Before I knew it, we were parked out front of Carly's apartment building. We grabbed our stuff and headed into the building. I carried Freddie's bag so he didn't have to worry about it.

We got to Carly's apartment and Spencer unlocked the door. We all walked in and Spencer muttered something about how he needed to go to his room. He was so... Spencer. We looked around.

"Soooo, what do you guys wanna do? We could watch a movie, go play a game in the studio, anything!" Carly wanted to get us going.

Hmm, I want to be close to Freddie. Well, a movie would do that. A game would be fun though... I could see what happens there... oh screw it, a movie is a sure shot.

"Movie" I said. That was odd. I looked over at Freddie who had said the exact same thing as me and the exact same time. He looked confused. He thought what I thought. I smiled. He's smiling.

Perfect.