A/N: Yes! I got this chapter up on schedule! Now if only I can keep this up...hope you readers like this. I think the beginning is kind of weird, but I love the ending! So you have to read the whole chapter to get to the really really good part. Thank you everyone who's reviewed, it'd be awesome if you reviewed again and if more people reviewed that'd be double awesome! So enjoy! Oh, but something completely off topic, I can't wait until the new episode! It has to be amazing! Even my little brother believes Seddie will happen! Okay, that's really it. Hope you like the new chapter :)

The Nap

"So what do you think of this movie?" Sam asked as she pointed to the TV screen with her remote. She fought to keep her eyes opened as she waited for Freddie's answer.

"It's all right." Freddie mumbled. Freddie was trying to stay awake as well.

"Mmm…that's nice." Sam let her eyes close and her head slowly fell to the side.

When it fell to the side, it just so happened to fall onto Freddie's shoulder. Freddie's mind woke up when her head made contact with his shoulder. It felt pretty nice to have her head resting there, but he knew that if she woke up there would be a one-man riot. "Sam, I think we should be getting to bed now."
Sam mumbled incoherently and moved closer to Freddie.

Freddie gulped. This was wrong. This was Sam. He had to wake her up or at least move her. "Come on, Sam. You're going to slobber all over my shirt." He gave her a small shove.

Sam groaned as she sat up and scowled at Freddie. "Why'd you do that for?"

"Because you should really fall asleep on your own bed."

Sam rubbed her eyes as she turned to look at the time. "Crap, it's eight in the morning already."

Freddie stood up and helped Sam up. "Which is why we should be getting some sleep while we still can."

"Fine. Night Freddie."

Freddie smiled a little. "Morning Sam."

Sam glared at him again before they made their way down the hallway and into their own separate rooms.

Sam collapsed on the bed and crawled under the warm covers. Even in her sleep deprived state of mind, she couldn't believe she had stayed up the entire night watching movies and talking with Freddie. But nothing happened and nothing was 'revealed' so it was okay.

As her eyes closed and her mind was about to shut off to sleep, someone turned on the light and jumped on her bed.

"Sam! Wake up! I have to tell you something!"

Sam muttered unintelligible language as she opened her eyes to see Melanie right in her face. "What do you want?" she growled.

Melanie's smile stretched from ear to ear. "You will never guess who called me last night."

"Was it the President of France?" Sam asked sarcastically.

Melanie rolled her eyes. "No, try again."

"Mel, I'm super tired right now. Can you just go away and let me sleep." Sam groaned as she closed her eyes again and hid under the covers.

"Come on, Sam! I really want to tell someone!"

"Then why don't you go talk to that skevy guy at deli across from Carly's place?"

"Sam!"

Sam groaned and forced herself to sit up. Knowing Melanie, she wasn't going to leave until she told Sam what happened. "What?" she snapped.

"Okay, so you know how there's a guy's boarding school across from my school and sometimes all the students get together for dances and stuff."

Sam nodded her head and tried to be patient. She knew it might take a while for Melanie to finally get to the point.

"Last week they had a dance before we left for Thanksgiving break. So me and my friends were hanging out by the punch bowl and just talking. Sometimes a guy would come up to us and ask one of us to dance-"

"Would you just tell me who called you last night?" Sam yelled.

Melanie frowned. "Goodness, Sam. I'm just making sure you know the whole story before I tell you."

Sam narrowed her eyes and began speaking through clenched teeth. "I don't want to know the whole freaking story, just tell me who called you last night."

Melanie ignored Sam's tone of voice. "His name is Greg. Greg Beasley. He is like the hottest, most popular guy at school. He called me last night and wanted to know if we could hang out when I got back!"

Sam frowned. Wasn't it only just yesterday that Melanie said she thought there was a chance Freddie could be 'the one'? And from what she understood, Melanie had been throwing herself at Freddie. She didn't want to ask, but she knew she had to. "What about Freddie?"

Melanie laughed. "Oh him? Yeah, I don't think it would work out between us. I mean, he's a great guy and everything, but to be honest I think he's got a thing for someone else." She had a smirk on her face as if she knew something Sam didn't know.

Sam rolled her eyes at Melanie's ability to go from guy to guy. "Whatever. You told me who called you last night so can you please go away so I can sleep."

Melanie got up. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

Sam wished Melanie would just leave or stop talking already. In fact, both would be nice. "No, Melanie. I stayed up the entire night watching movies and talking." Sam muttered as she buried herself under the covers again.

"With who?"

"Will you leave if I tell you?"

"Yup. I'll even turn off the light."

Sam sighed. She wondered if she told Melanie the truth, would she suspect something more going on. There really wasn't anything more going on. They were just friends. Really. "Freddie, now leave."

"Freddie? Are you serious? What were you talking about?"

"Melanie…"

"All right, I'll leave. But don't think I'm going to forget about this." She said in a singsong voice. She turned off the light and left, just as she promised.

Sam groaned as she closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. She was never going to hear the end of this from Melanie.

"Sam! What are you doing still in bed! Get up right now and go eat some left-overs or something." Pam came in the room nearly seconds after Melanie left and yelled. Sam was just about to start dreaming.

Sam's eyes shot opened and she muttered some curses as she sat up and stared at her mom.

Pam stared back at her with her arms crossed, but Sam noticed her eyes looked a little puffy and blood shoot. Even if she was half-asleep, she knew Pam's eyes weren't supposed to look like that.

"Are you okay?" she questioned quietly.

Pam narrowed her eyes but sniffled a little. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said softly. "Just get up already. It's time to get going."

Sam watched Pam walk out of the room with her shoulders slouched just a little bit.

It was obvious something happened last night, probably between her and Steven. Sam groaned inwardly. Whatever happened, it was bad.

Freddie slowly made his way to his bed and crawled under the covers. A content smile was on his face as he closed his eyes and started drifting off to sleep. His mind was winding down from the 'Sam on his shoulder' scare, just like he wanted it to.

"Freddie! What in the world are you doing still in bed? Do you know how late it is?"

Freddie's blood-shot eyes flew open when he heard his mom come in. She pulled open the blinds and Freddie's arm shot up to cover his eyes. "Mom, what are you doing in here?" Freddie whined.

"I'm waking you up. What else could I be doing?" Marissa said with a smile as she sat down on the bed. "Now pull away your arm and let me see that pretty face of yours."

"Mom!" Freddie groaned, rolling over to face his back towards her.

"Freddie, what's wrong? Are you feeling okay? Did you get enough sleep last night? Was your stomach hurting? I knew that turkey would mess up your stomach! I told you not to-"

Freddie, hearing enough of his mom, sat up, and yelled. "Stop! Just stop it, Mom!"

Marissa frowned, taken aback by his outburst. "I just want to be sure you're fine."

"I'll be perfectly fine once you leave my room."

Marissa pursed her lips and looked down. "This is about what happened last night…what was said about your father."

Freddie shook his head. "Mom, please. Just go."

Marissa stood up and gave Freddie a small kiss on the top of his head. "I love you, Freddie."

Freddie gave his mom a small smile, feeling she deserved at least that. "Yeah, Mom. I know you do."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" she asked from the doorway.

Freddie shook his head. "No, I talked with Sam about it." He mumbled, remembering what happened last night, or really a few hours ago.

"You talked with her?"

Freddie closed his eyes and groaned again. He didn't think she would hear him. "Yes, Mom. I talked with Sam."

"Oh really? And what kind of crack advice did she give you?" Marissa asked with her arms crossed.

Freddie narrowed his eyes. "She didn't give me any advice. She just listened and that's what I needed."

That's really all that Sam had done. She listened to him while he talked. Once he finished spilling his guts to her, she turned to the TV and commented on how tiny one of the actresses was. They had laughed and Freddie knew that was Sam's way of comforting him.

"Freddie, if she's like her mother-"

"Mom, don't. It's way too early in the morning and I just want to sleep. So please, can you just leave?"

"Okay…fine." Marissa said. "But I just want you to know that I'm really leaving."

"Okay. Good night." Freddie muttered as he laid back down and covered himself up.

"I'm leaving to the airport, my flight is leaving in an hour."

Freddie sat up and looked at his mom. "You're not staying for a little bit longer?"

"No. I actually don't think I should."

While Freddie did find his mom annoying and bossy and over-protective, he still loved her. He got up and gave her a hug. "I love you, Mom. Hope you get there safely."

Marissa smiled fondly as she rubbed the top of his head. "I love you too, Freddie. Behave for your father."

Freddie nodded his head and let go of her. She walked out of the door and Freddie followed after her.

Steven was already standing in the doorway, waiting for Marissa.

Freddie leaned against the wall as Marissa stood in front of Steven.

"Thank you for coming Marissa." Steven said in a harsh tone. "I hope you get home safely."

"Is Pam not going to say bye?"

Steven visibly narrowed his eyes. "No, you just missed her. She went upstairs a few minutes ago."

Marissa nodded her head and grabbed the handle to her suitcase. "Well then. I guess I'll be leaving. I expect Freddie to be well taken care of."

"I know. I don't need to be told twice."

Marissa scoffed. "If you'll excuse me, I think my cab is here."

Steven opened the door for her and sure enough, a cab was already waiting for her. Marissa grabbed her suitcase and carry-on bag and walked out of the house, not looking back once.

Steven shut the door and turned to look at Freddie. He did his best to smile, but it just faded away. "Freddie…about last night-"

Freddie shook his head. "I really don't want to hear it." The rude tone he used would've been corrected in any other situation, but not in this one.

Sam pushed the scrambled eggs around on her plate. She was too tired to eat and that was saying something. Melanie was in the chair next to her, eating her breakfast in delicate bites while texting, no doubt the guy that called her last night. Was it Gary?

Freddie came into the kitchen, looking just as miserable as Sam. "Morning," he mumbled as he headed to the counter and made himself some coffee.

Sam grunted in reply while Melanie gave a happy 'good morning'.

"So Freddie…how did you sleep last night?" Melanie asked with a mischievous smile. Her eyes darted towards Sam before settling back on Freddie.

"Fine." Freddie's reply sounded a bit snappy, but Melanie knew it was because he was just as sleepy as Sam.

"What's up, dipwad?" Sam might've been tired, but she was never too tired to call Freddie names.

Freddie stared at the table while answering. "My mom just left."

"Oh yeah, I saw her getting her bags together. I didn't think she would leave so soon." Melanie said.

"Well, she left already."

"I doubt she'll be making any surprise visits anytime soon." Sam said with a small smirk.

Freddie chuckled. "Yeah. That's probably a good thing."

Sam turned to Melanie. "When are you leaving?"

Melanie looked up from her phone with a blank look. It went away after a few seconds, though as her mind finally processed what Sam asked. "I've got to be back by tomorrow morning. So I'm taking a train tonight. I think it leaves around six."

"You couldn't get something sooner?" Sam grumbled.

Melanie glared at her. "I know you love me, Sam, so I'm just going to completely blow off that comment." She ended with a smile. She picked up her mess from the table and walked away, most likely heading to Sam's room to text in peace.

Freddie sipped the coffee and grimaced.

"So…" Sam said looking at the table. "Are you really okay?"

Freddie sighed. "Besides the fact that I'm super tired and I'm still trying to digest how my parents really split up? Yeah, I'm doing great."

Sam reached over and patted his hand. "Don't worry, Frederly. It'll get better."

Freddie smiled as he looked down at his hand being covered by Sam's. He suddenly frowned. She was touching him voluntarily now?

Sam shifted and quickly pulled her hand back. She started to pretend that didn't happen. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to go get some sleep. I don't care if my mom said it was time for me to get up, I'm tired. Later nub." Sam said as she got up and headed towards her room.

Freddie stared at the coffee in front of him. He hated the taste and it probably wasn't going to do him any good. Sleep sounded nice. He left the cup on the table and went to his own room.

"I can't wait to get back to school. I mean, this place is nice and everything, but I miss all my friends." Melanie said while she folded her shirts.

Sam covered her ears, but couldn't block out Melanie's voice. "Why did you even pack so much stuff? You knew you were only going to be here for a few days."

"I had to be prepared to every situation. Like what if an unexpected heat wave came in? I wouldn't have anything to wear but jeans and long sleeve shirts. I had to pack a few tank tops and shorts."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, like a heat wave now is even possible." She grumbled.

"Anyways, I'm pretty sure we're going to have to write a paper when school starts. I hope it's about the art of turkey farming. I've always wanted to study about that. But I don't want to study about those horrible turkey farms that most stores get their turkeys from. No, I want to study about the nice farms where they treat their turkeys nice and even give them massages! Wouldn't it be cool if-"

"Melanie, could you shut up!" Sam yelled from under the covers.

"Geez, Sam. You don't have to yell at me. I can hear you perfectly fine."

"Can't you pack later?"

"No, I want to finish packing now."

"Then turn off the light and shut up. I'm trying to take a nap."

"I need the light on Sam. If you really want to take a nap in peace, go somewhere else."

Sam felt her blood begin to boil, but she was too tired to care. She got up while grumbling under her breath and left the room. She walked down the hallway to a spare bedroom and opened the door. She sighed happily as she stared at the bed in front of her.

She closed the curtains before curling under the covers and finally falling asleep.

Freddie was nearly asleep when he faintly heard the door open.

"Freddie? What are you still doing in bed? You need to get up already."

Freddie rolled around and opened his eyes to stare at Steven. "I can't take a nap?"

"No. I don't want my son to grow up only to become lazy."

Freddie rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk to his dad at all. He turned back around and closed his eyes. His plan was to ignore Steven.

"Besides, the maid is here to deep clean your room."

Freddie sat up this time and shot Steven an incredulous look. "The maid? You don't have a maid."

"Yes I do. Whenever she comes, she just cleans certain rooms. Today she's cleaning your room and a few other rooms upstairs."

"Why don't I ever see her?"

"Because she only comes on Fridays when you're in school. Now get out because she's going to start here first."

Freddie glared at Steven, but did as he asked and left the room. Freddie wasn't going to let that stop him from taking a nap though. He headed down the hallway and walked into one of the spare bedrooms.

The curtains were closed, so it was relatively dark in the room. He saw the bed, but barely registered the large lump on the far left side of it. He climbed on the bed and laid down the right side, finally able to get the nap that he wanted.

Melanie slowly opened the door to one of the guest rooms. She had a question to ask Sam, but was having no luck in actually finding her. This would be her fifth room to look in.

"Sam?" she called out in a loud whisper. "Are you in here?" she was about to turn on the light when she saw movement on the bed. If she squinted her eyes, she could make out blonde hair splayed out on the pillow.

It was probably Sam. She finally found a spot to take a nap. Melanie was about to leave, but noticed something that was a little off. There was an arm hanging off the side of the bed, but it didn't belong to Sam.

Melanie took a few steps closer and almost burst into laughter. Sam was on the bed all right...with Freddie right next to her. Actually, Freddie had his arm wrapped around Sam's waist and Sam looked extremely comfortable. They were practically spooning!

Melanie couldn't let a moment like this pass her by. She pulled out her phone and quickly took a picture and sent the photo to the one person she knew would be highly amused with it.

Carly watched the TV with absolutely no interest. They were showing 'A Christmas Carol' for the fifth time in a row. She couldn't change the channel though because everything else was off-air. She hated Yakima.

"What you doing, kiddo?" Spencer asked as he sat next to her on the couch.

"Trying to figure out how to cure boredom." Carly replied.

Spencer chuckled. "You know when Dad would bring me here for vacation, I would get so bored that I would-"

"Oh that's interesting." Carly interrupted, still staring at the TV.

Spencer glared at Carly before giving her a shove. "I think you've been hanging around Sam too much."

Carly laughed and groaned at the same time, making a weird noise. "I miss Sam…and Freddie."

"Well why don't you…oh this is 'A Christmas Carol'! I love this movie!" Spencer exclaimed, making himself more comfortable on the couch.

Carly shook her head at Spencer's behavior. They kept watching TV for a while when Carly's phone buzzed. She looked at it and smiled.

"Who's it from?" Spencer asked, leaning over and trying to see what she received.

"It's from Melanie. It's a picture message."

"Sweet! Hurry up and open it!"

Carly waited for her phone to download the image and when it finally did, she nearly dropped it from shock.

"What? Was that…Sam…but Freddie?...How…? They're…spooning!" Spencer cried out.

Carly suddenly started laughing. "Oh man, I have to call Sam! I can't believe this is happening!"

Sam let out a soft groan when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Whoever was calling her, she was going to have to kill…unless it was Carly. She could forgive her. She sat up and answered her phone. "What?" she snapped.

"How could you not call me?"

Sam winced as Carly yelled at her. "Was I supposed to?"

"Duh! I thought we agreed you would tell me right away when something finally happened!"

"Carly, what are you talking about?"

"You and Freddie spooning!"

Sam frowned. What was Carly talking about? Sam slowly turned her head and looked to her right. All her breath left her as she made out the familiar form. "Freddie? What the heck are you doing?" she screamed and pushed him off the bed.