Freddie's POV

What had I just done? I'd promised myself that I wouldn't tell anyone about my secret crush and that's why I was so surprised when Carly said she knew. And then I find out that I'm the one who really gave it away?

"Carly. Please, don't tell Sam. She'll kill me."

Carly smiled like she knew something that I didn't.

"Freddie. You have to make the first move. I wasn't supposed to tell you this but since it's helping you both be happy, it should be fine. The truth is, Sam won't kill you. In fact, she loves you back. At lot. Before I came here, I asked her and she told me. She was crying Freddie."

Whoa. Sam was crying? That must mean that she really loves me. A huge grin broke out across my face. This was great.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Sam's POV

THUNK!

I groaned. I'd just fallen off the couch I was sleeping on as I rolled over. Now currently lying on my back, my shirt riding up almost all the way up to my bra, I heard a clicking noise at the door. It was way past midnight. What was that noise?

My mind was aware that I should be worried but I was way to groggy to really care. I could hear the door silently opening and closing. It must just be Spencer out on one of his late night adventures. A figure stepped over me.

"Freddie? What are you doing here?"

"Sam! What're you doing on the floor? Are you hurt?" Freddie asked.

"No, I just fell over. What're you here for? To stalk Carly?" I asked a little jealousy in my voice. I hope he didn't catch that.

I heard him chuckle. Suddenly his arms were around my wrists, pulling me up. I saw his eyes travel over my waist. I accepted his help and stood up, quickly pulling down my shirt. His eyes then moved down to my legs. The extra short shorts I was wearing didn't really help me. I didn't have a choice though. After I'd cleaned up from all that crying, I'd realized that I had already used my last clean pair of clothes that were at Carly's house so she let me borrow some of hers.

"What're you looking at Fredwad?" His eyes were still on my body. Starting to feel slightly uncomfortable but secretly loving the way his eyes raked over me, I moved into the kitchen and pulled some Wahoo Punch out of the fridge. I moved to a cabinet to get a glass and saw that Freddie had followed me into the kitchen. I pulled out a glass and poured the punch in.

Taking a sip, I looked up at Freddie to see that he had a smirk on his face. I slightly lowered the glass, curious as to what he found so amusing. He saw the question in my eyes.

"None for me?" He was smiling wider than ever. "That's fine." He moved closer, about a foot separating us and grabbed my arm. Slowly sliding his hands down my arm, he waited till he got to my hands and took the cup out of it, taking a sip himself. He smiled at me again.

I moved around him to make my way back to the living room but suddenly felt a strong hand grasp my wrist and pull me back. I was shocked speechless. Freddie's arms were around my waist pulling me to him and my hands lay on his chest. I could feel the muscle through his thin tee-shirt.

My eyes had widened so much that they probably looked like baseballs.

"But…you like Carly." I stammered.

"Feelings can change," he whispered.

He started moving in closer and closer and closer—

SSHHHRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!

My eyes flashed open. Carly's alarm clock was ringing. I sighed deeply. It was only a dream. Of course it was.

I rolled off the couch to go upstairs and get ready for school.