I'm surprised none of you had noticed that I haven't put it in Sam's P.O.V. yet. Hah.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I want to though, so give me it. now.

Freddie's P.O.V.

I woke up to the smell of strawberries, and the feeling of soft hair tickling my nose. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the blonde-beauty in front of me. I wondered why I was here, sleeping with her. Oh, that's right, she's afraid of storms. Her hair was so straight, since she only curled it when she was going out. Her hair was naturally straight. I ran my fingers through it, enjoying the smooth feeling on my skin.

Face it Freddie, you do like Sam. A voice in my head said.

… I know., I replied. I continued staring at Sam, and stroked her cheek. I gently placed a kiss on her forehead and hugged her to me closer. I saw a small smile creep onto her face, and I saw a hint of pink in her cheeks. She's awake? All of a sudden, the smile and her blushing faded, and she tensed up. She probably thought that I was going to catch her actually enjoying this moment. She pretended to wake up. "Good morning, Princess Puckett." I smiled.

"Hey Freddork." She said, not moving a bit from my grip.

"How are you today?" I asked, chuckling a bit. It was stupid to ask that question, but you know. She and I still feel a little awkward about last night.

"I'm doing fine." She said, smiling. "Hey, Fredweina, isn't the new furniture going to come in today?" Sam asked me.

I nodded. "Yep, so we better get—" Diiing! The door bell rang. I took my hand off Sam's waist, swung my legs over to the side of my bed and stood up. "C'mon, Sam, let's go see who it is." I told her, smirking when she sighed in a frustrated manner.

"I don't want to get up." She complained, grabbing one of my pillows and dropping it on her face.

"Sam, we have to, c'mon, I'll make you bacon." I offered when I noticed she really wasn't going to get up.

"I'm up." She abruptly sat up and stood up. "Okay, I'll be waiting in the living room. Tell me when you're done cooking the bacon. And my ham."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "We only agreed on bacon!"

"But I want ham, too!" She groaned.

I chuckled. "Okay, I'll get you some ham. And bacon, alright?"

"Okay." She stood up and walked into the living room while I went to the door. I opened the door to find a man waiting patiently outside.

"Oh, hello, are you… Fredward Benson?" The man asked. I heard Sam laugh a bit. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Oh, your furniture is coming up the stairs right now." The man told me. I nodded, and he made me sign something. "Thank you." He said before leaving. Soon, the doorbell rang again and in came the furniture we bought a few days ago.

"Sam, can I see your phone?" I asked Sam, and her hand shot out to give me her phone. "Thanks."

"Make me the bacon and ham." She commanded. I just chuckled and went over to the stove to cook the bacon and ham she wanted, while I saved a text message that said, 'Your voice is like music to my ears. 2 more days. (;' I finished making Sam's bacon and ham, and set it out on a plate in front of her. She smiled when I handed her the plate, and she devoured it quickly. "Sam, we need to go buy a CD for Chelsea."

"Whut kand?" She asked, her mouth full of bacon. She meant to say, 'What kind?' She nodded, "Tif if rearry gurd baycun." She meant to say, 'This is really good bacon.'

"Thank you, and I don't know, she seems to like a lot of Lady GaGa." I told her.

"Then go buy one." Sam finished her plate, and so she set it in the sink.

"Come with me, please?" I pleaded. "I have no music taste."

She nodded and chuckled. "You got that right. Okay, just give me some time to change." She was about to go to her room, when she stopped and turned around. "Look, Freddie," she took a deep breath. "If you ever tell anyone about last night, I will murder you in your sleep. Got it?" She scowled at me.

I chuckled. "Got it."

"Here it is. Lady Gaga Born this Way album." I told Sam, who was currently looking at the other CDs. I grabbed the CD and went over to Sam. "Whatcha lookin' at?" I asked in a little tune.

"Music CDs." She replied in the same way I did.

"What band? Or singer?" I interrogated.

"Oh, it's just a mix of different songs. See, look." She picked up the CD she was looking at and held it up to my face. "But it's 10 dollars, and I barely have enough."

Suddenly feeling bad for Sam because she really wanted this CD, I took it from her hands, went to the cashier, and paid for it. I went back over to her as soon as I was down. "Let's go." We walked back to my car and I handed her the CD when we sat down in the seats. "Here you go, I bought it for you."

She nodded. "Yeah, I can tell. You just snatched this CD right out my hands before I could say anything. "

"You don't have to pay me back, you know." I started up the car and started reversing.

"Are you sure?" She asked me.

"Positive." I replied, driving back home. When we arrived, I called Mark and he took care of the rest, yeah you already know all that chizz. Then, we got down to business. Sam and I grabbed the edges of the loveseat, lifted it off the ground, and set it on the floor where our old couch used to be at. We then went into Sam's room and arranged where her desk and lamp was supposed to be at. And I gotta say, it turned out good.

Ehhh, not my best chapter, but hey, I'm writing this at like, 2 a.m., so dontchu go blamin meee. Sorry for the shortness. hah. Oh, and I have a favor to ask you guys: I know some of you are fanfic writers, so do you have any completed stories that I could read? Cous, honestly, I need to read something right now, hah.

REVIEW!&& tell me what you guys think. Tell me if you want the next chapter to be in Sam's or Freddie's P.O.V. thanks! But I think it's better if I put it in Sam's, but not sure!

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