Ch. 37

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Carly woke up on Saturday at precisely 10:30 am. She was snuggled up on her side close to Sam, hugging Sam's arm. As she opened her eyes and removed her anti-snore mask, Carly remembered that Freddie had spent the night too. She hoped he could talk to his mom sometime today and at least figure out the reason for the crazy woman's panic.

Through the night, Sam had moved around enough that she'd pushed the blankets away from all three of them, towards their feet. Carly sat up and looked directly at her friends… and burst out into silent laughter. Carly was sure it had been an accident… the Freddie she knew would never…

Sam was on her back, and Freddie was on his side… and somehow, during the night, Freddie's hand had ended up perfectly placed, cupped over Sam's left breast. It looked as though he'd been fondling her intentionally. Carly was sure he'd done it on accident; he'd been asleep after all. Knowing that Sam would deck him in the chin if she woke up and found his hand there, Carly carefully grabbed his wrist and moved his hand down a few inches, resting it on Sam's stomach.

Crisis averted Carly thought, getting out of bed still silently chuckling to herself. She wanted to text Chad, take a shower, and check on Spencer before breakfast. Deciding to shower first, she grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top and entered her bathroom.

Freddie and Sam both began to stir at the sound of running water. "Good morning, Fredward," Sam said poking him on the forehead.

"Hey to you," he groaned with a smile. She looked so beautiful just lying there with her hair all over the place and her shirt pulled up exposing her belly button. He gave her bare stomach a little poke, causing her to flinch and giggle.

"Woah, Benson, don't you dare tickle me this early," she begged rolling away from him. He scooted after her and wrapped her in his arms, giving her a backwards hug. She smiled. "How'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Great, really, considering how mad I am at my mom," he said. "I love that this room is so cool all the time. My room is super hot at night, that's one of the reasons I usually sleep naked," he said. Sam's room had a similar problem.

"Let me help you get your mind off of your mom," Sam said. "How about I make you breakfast?"

"You don't have to make me breakfast," Freddie said, a bit surprised that Sam was being so pleasant so early in the morning. "I can get something for myself… Where'd Carly go?" he asked, trying to change the subject. He didn't want to bother her with the whole breakfast thing.

"She's in the bathroom… duh," Sam answered. The shower was running and the bathroom light was on. It was kind of obvious where Carly was. "Seriously, man, I wanna make you something. What do you want for breakfast?" Sam said again, rolling out of bed and heading for the door.

"I'm fine with bran flakes," he lied, not wanting to be any trouble.

"Okay, pancakes it is," she smiled grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

"You really don't have to—" Freddie said.

"It'll be ready in 15 minutes!" Sam called from the hall as she left the room.

Not wanting to move, Freddie rolled around on the bed for a few more minutes. By the time he got out of bed, Carly was coming out of her bathroom dressed now in her tank top and jeans.

"Where's Sam?" Carly asked going over to her desk mirror and brushing her hair.

"She's making breakfast," Freddie said heading for the door. "You hungry?"

"Starving! Let's go," she said bounding past him cheerfully.

When they arrived in the main room they found Sam vigorously stirring pancake batter. Bacon was on the stove, syrup was warming in the microwave, and bread was in the toaster. "Just a few more minutes," Sam smiled. "Go wake up Spencer."

Freddie laughed, thinking of the Wake Up Spencer videos they'd done years ago. Last night had been a perfect night to film another, except for the fact that Spencer had a girl over. Freddie sat at the computer and checked the feedback from last night's iCarly while Carly went and got Spencer. Apparently the woman had already left because he came out alone.

"Where's Michelle?" Carly asked as the siblings walked over to the kitchen together.

"I'm pretty sure she just wanted this to be a one-night thing," Spencer said, sounding only slightly disappointed. "She left when I was asleep and didn't leave her number."

"Oh, too bad," Carly said.

"Not really," Spencer smiled. "Michelle was super hot… but not really my type. What's gotten into you?" Spencer asked Sam, noticing for the first time that she was all over the kitchen. Already there were about 8 pancakes and 4 pieces of toast stacked on a plate by the stove.

"Well, I was kinda craving PEARHOP, but knew you guys already had all this stuff," Sam smiled, bringing over the plate and a hot bottle of Berry Surprise syrup. "Dig in!"

Sam returned to the stove and made four more pancakes while Spencer and Freddie happily grabbed their flapjacks. "Oh yeah, I was gonna text Chad," Carly said pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing out a message. She giggled when she suddenly realized that it was almost 11 am and everyone else was still in pajamas.

"Thanks Sam, this is awesome!" Freddie said. "Where'd you get this syrup?" Freddie asked Spencer. The Berry Surprise was awesome!

"I actually got it at the Amazing Glaze, the donut shop down the street," Spencer explained. "They don't just do donuts I guess…"

When Sam joined the others at the table, Carly had barely touched her food. She was texting Chad every 30 seconds. "Eat up, kiddo, before it gets cold," Sam instructed.

"Chad says he has a surprise for me tonight," Carly said putting the phone away a minute later and finally eating some toast.

"What's he planning?" Freddie asked curiously as Sam scarfed down piles of pancakes.

"I don't know. Didn't I just say it was a surprise?" Carly said.

"Boys are so stupid," Sam said jokingly. Automatically, Spencer and Freddie turned to one another… shrugged, and then nodded in agreement with Sam. Boys are stupid.

After breakfast, Carly insisted on doing the dishes telling the others they had to get dressed since it was almost noon. Spencer responded by going back to bed but Sam and Freddie headed back up to Carly's room.

"You know I wouldn't mind, but we probably shouldn't shower together here," Sam chuckled as she grabbed some clothes and entered Carly's bathroom. Freddie followed her in anyway.

"I'm just gonna brush my teeth and wash my face," he said approaching the sink as Sam pulled off her shirt then shut the door behind him.

"Don't lie, Benson, you're hoping for a show," Sam smirked as she removed her pajama bottoms too and started the shower water. Freddie, who had his overnight bag with him, got his toothbrush out and began brushing his teeth as he watched Sam getting into the shower.

Carly's shower had a glass door instead of a curtain to keep the water in, but the angle of the showerhead was just right that the door didn't have to be closed; water didn't splash out onto the floor… not much anyway. Knowing this, Sam didn't bother closing the door. She liked letting Freddie see her naked. As she rubbed soap on her body, Sam did a sexy little dance for Freddie.

He watched as she soaped up her body, rubbing it all over suggestively. "Lookin' good, Sammy," Freddie said realizing suddenly that he was pretty hard. He knew she was still on her period though, so he wasn't going to try anything, especially with Carly just downstairs.

He washed his face in the sink and watched Sam for a little while longer before he too removed his pajamas and put on his clothes for the day. No sooner had he pulled his boxers on, however, Freddie heard Carly's voice coming from her bedroom.

"Sam!" Carly called. "I'm coming in, I left my socks in there." Sam reacted instantly by closing the shower door. The moment it latched shut, Carly had let herself into the bathroom and found Freddie wearing almost nothing. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Freddie," Carly said turning around immediately. Freddie pulled on pants quickly. "I just wanted my socks…"

"I, uh… here," Freddie said grabbing them off the counter only feeling slightly embarrassed. "You can look now," he added.

"Why were you in here half naked while Sam was showering?" Carly wondered, finding this behavior quite curious.

"I, uh… after Sam got in the shower I came in to brush my teeth… then I got dressed," he explained.

Carly wanted to believe Freddie, but still felt that there was something he was leaving out. Freddie grabbed his shirt and walked past Carly into her room. She followed him, socks in hand.

"Hey, Chad's surprise tonight is a group date to the movies," Carly told him sitting on the bed and putting on her socks.

"That sounds fun," Freddie said pulling his shirt on.

"Yeah… it's just, I don't really know anyone else who's going," she said.

"I'll go," Freddie offered. "Sam could go too, I'm sure," he added.

"The thing is though, is sort of a couples thing, I think," she added sounding worried. "It would be great if you could come, but I think you're supposed to have a date.

"You don't feel comfortable going without a friend, do you," Freddie guessed. Carly nodded. "Well, I think I can fix that," he said going back over to the bathroom. The shower had stopped and Sam was drying off. He knocked then opened the door a crack so he could talk to her.

"Hey, do you wanna go on a date with me to the movies?" he called over the sound of the fan.

Sam hesitated. She had definitely heard him… but she was sure he couldn't have just asked that. "… what?..." she asked, needing to hear in again.

"Go on a date with me tonight," he said. It wasn't a request… more like a suggestion or almost a command. "We'll be going with Chad and Carly and some of Chad's friends."

Sam, who was getting dressed on the other side of the door, was getting excited. "That sounds fun," she said.

"Cool," Freddie called back through the crack in the door. "See you in a few minutes," he said, closing the door and returning to Carly. "There. We'll both go with you, and it's a date," Freddie said, putting some emphasis on the word 'date'. "Feel better?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" Carly said smiling. She was glad he hadn't hesitated to ask Sam and hadn't said anything close to "let's go just as friends." No, he'd made it clear it was a real date… but mostly Carly was just glad she didn't have to go hang out with a bunch of people she didn't know; she would have friends there too.

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