It was early Christmas morning, and every one was fast asleep. Sam, who was sleeping on Carly's couch, slowly began to open her eyes. Now, it wasn't like Sam to be the first one up, but she decided it was okay on Christmas morning. When she realized what time it was, she was ready to go back to bed, but the Christmas tree across the room jogged her memory. She instantly sat up. "It's Christmas!" She whispered to herself. She took another look at the clock. 8:30. Oh well. Her friends would have to wake up sometime. Her first stop was Carly's room. "Carly! Wake up!" Carly groaned and shook her head. "It's Christmas!"
Carly's eyes widened and she jumped out of bed. "It's Christmas!" Carly repeated to her friend.
"I know!" Sam squealed excitedly, which was not a very common thing for Sam to do. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas!" Carly squealed back. "Let's go wake up Freddie and Spencer!" Carly and Sam ran downstairs as fast as they could. Carly went to wake up Spencer, while Sam was in charge of Freddie. She ran across the hall to Freddie's appartment, picked the lock, and carefully tip-toed to Freddie's room, cautious not to wake the insane Mrs. Benson.
"Freddie?" She whispered, tapping him on the shoulder. "Freddie, wake up."
He groaned. "Mom?" He questioned, still in a daze.
She looked at him offended and punched him in the arm. "It's Sam, you nub!" She said angrilly, ignoring his yells of pain.
"Sam?" He muttered, waking up a little bit. "Why are you in my house?"
"Because I'm the Easter Bunny." She said sarcastically. "Freddie, it's Christmas!"
Freddie's jaw dropped and he pushed the covers off of himself. "Let's go." He said, before getting out of bed and accompaning Sam to the Shay apartment.
"Come on, Spencer!" They heard Carly complain. "Get out of bed!" Sam and Freddie shared an equally confused look before heading over to Spencer's room, where a very irritated looking Carly stood, trying to wake her older brother. "Hey, guys." She said to her two friends. "Sorry, I just can't wake up Spencer!"
"Did you say...Wake up Spencer?" Freddie asked.
"Umm...yeah." Carly confirmed.
Sam and Freddie shared a knowing glance. "Don't worry." Sam said, smiling. "Me and Freddie happen to be experts at this."
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Freddie and Sam eventually managed to wake up Spencer using Sam's sound effects remote, an ex-girlfriend of his and a fresh cabbage drizzled in peanut butter. Needless to say, it was a big effort, but they got it done. It was now time to open presents. Carly made Sam a necklace, and she got Carly the earings she had been eying for the past month. All of the kids had chipped in and got Spencer an automatic paint mixer, and Sam had gotten a striped shirt for Freddie so she could "hate him just a little bit more." Freddie then decided it was time to give Sam her present.
"Here, Sam." Freddie said, handing her the gift. "I think you'll like it."
Sam looked at him in disbelief. "Right. Like I would like anything you gave me." She said sarcastically. She was just about to rip the wrapping paper to shreds in order to get to her present when Freddie stopped her.
"Ah ah ah." He scolded. (A/N: You get what I mean when I say that, right? I'm just not sure how I would write it:| ) "Read the card first." He handed her a pink card.
She rolled her eyes. "You're such a dork."
"Just read."
Sam rolled her eyes again. As she opened the card, something fell out. It was a photograph. A photo of her holding the music box.
"What's that?" Carly asked.
"A picture of me...when I was six." She said, and instantly her confusion turned into anger. "Freddie, where the hell did you get these?!"
"Just read." He repeated.
"Dear Sam," She read. "Merry Christmas. I know you're probably why that picture is there. Well, I went to your house a while ago, and your mom told me about the music box. I know how you broke it, and I know how it was your dream gift. Well, if that's still the case, you're really gonna love this present." Sam looked up from the card. "You didn't." She said, staring at Freddie in disbelief. He simply smirked, and she ripped open the present as fast as she could. She stared at the pretty pink box for a minute before slowly opening it. Just as she suspected, there lay her beautiful pink music box. The soft, simple melody filled the room, and she watched the ballerina spin around and around.
Sam stared at Freddie. She was happier than she had ever been in her life...yet she didn't smile. She just stared at Freddie, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to breathe. "Freddie...I.." She managed to utter. Sam stood up and carefully placed the box on her chair. She ran over to Freddie and wrapped him in the tightest hug he'd ever had. Freddie felt teardrops against his shoulder. "Thank you." She whispered. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tightly again. "Thank you." She repeated through her tears. He rubbed her back and tried to get her to stop crying. Sam didn't know why she was even crying in the first place. She was tough, and barely ever cried. They must have just been happy tears, because it was one of the happiest moments of Sam's life.
"Merry Christmas, Sam." He said, still holding her in her arms. "Merry Christmas."
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Ahaa, did you guys like that story? Sorry I didn't put any authour's notes in this, but I felt it ruined the moment:|
Anyway, I worked really hard on this story, so please. Review.
What, so you're not gonna review?
You know, the Marshmallow King's not gonna be very happy.
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That's what I thought. :)
