Author's Note- Okay so I'm having some trouble with my email so I can't get in touch with my Beta. Do not worry though because I should have it up and working soon. Alas that means this chapter will no be fixed with all of the grammer and spelling. I'll try and do my best. Moving on, I'm updating because I love you all!! So review. Thanks a bunch.

Disclaimer- Why do I even go through this? I do not own iCarly. Let me repeat I do not own iCarly. Got it? Good, moving on.

Freddie slowly opened the front door to his apartment. James Bond made being sneaky look easy because no one wants to get caught when they are twenty-five minutes late for their curfew. Especially when your mother is as insane as Freddie's mother. The mission was going as planned and Freddie walked quietly to his bedroom door but his luck was not to last.

"Fredward Benson, you gave me a heart attack! How could you let your mother think you were dead? You could have easily been killed or worse you could have germs! Don't you ever leave me again. You will always be early for your curfew, do you understand?" Mrs. Benson yelled.

"Yes mom. I get it. Don't be late and I won't be harrassed."

"Are you being smart with me? Freddie look at your posture. It is horrible! Remember 'you won't get respect if your back isn't erect.' You know that rule as well as I do. Now but on your footsy jammys and off to bed."

Freddie jumped at the chance to leave his mother alone. So when she said "off to bed" he was already halfway to his bedroom.

His bedroom wasn't the most amazing bedroom in Seattle but it served it's purpose. The walls were an off white with a simple border around it. In the right hand corner of his room sat a twin sized IKEA bed with white sheets on it. Across the room was Freddie's only claim to personality. All of his computers, technology, and camera equitment was there. Most of it was placed on his IKEA desk but the rest was either on the floor or on stands. Next to his desk a dresser no bigger than a small book case was stationed. On top of his dresser a photo lay peacefully. A photo that if anyone had found he would laughed at for his stupidity. It was the picture of him and Sam's first kiss.

Freddie opened his dresser and took out a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. If his mother had known he wore these type of clothes to bed she would have had a fit. Luckly she didn't so Freddie was in the clear. Little did she know that Freddie's secrect life was about to be even more expanded. By Freddie's date with Sam.

Sam walked around her room. Something she had been doing ever since Freddie left. Had she really agreed to go out with him? Maybe they wouldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend but it still was a date. The idea of dating Freddie made Sam feel sick but at the same time happy. It was a wierd combo of puke and butterflies.

Her mind was overloading with to many emotions so she flopped on her bed. Maybe a good night sleep would clear her mind. So she picked her body up and changed into sophie shorts and a tank top, threw her hair in a pony tail, and went to sleep.

As her mind fell into dream land a picture played out in front of her.

Sam was sitting in a meadow with flowers and butterflies al around her. However, where she sat there was only ashes of dead soil. As she got up and moved around the meadow everything she touched turned to ash. Her usual rough edges becoming apparent.

When Sam began to see that she was killing everything with the touch of her hand she sat down and cried. As the drops of salty water fell from her eyes a light began to sweep across the meadow. The light was bright and warm and fimiliar. Almost like it was touching her soul to make her entire body warm.

A body came from the light and walked toward the troubled Sam with so many problems. It became clear that the body was a boy's body. The boy had light brown hair and brown eyes that had a certain sparkle to them. He made his way over to Sam restoring the meadow as he walked. When he finall reached her he sat next to her.

Sam knew where she had seen this boy before. The boy was Freddie. He reached his hand out to grap hers and she took it. When their hands touched all of the life in the meadow was restored. Sam's face questioned this and Freddie seemed to see her troubling look.

"Hey Sam. This is probably very confusing to you right now."

"Umm yea, just a bit."

"Let me explain. This meadow is like, well, your attitude. Dark, scary, and upsetting. You never let anyone in so you have this fascade that terrifies people. Hence the dead and ashes. Your mind seems to think that I am like your salvation. You know, like, I make you feel better and you become the beautiful real you when I touch you. Nothing to hide behind. Just you and me."

"So your not real?"

"Well, yea, to your mind. Your mind just kinda whipped me up because your mind knows what I do to you."

"And what is that?"

"Feel. Just think about it Sam. You are very bright, not that anyone would know looking at your test scores."

"School is over-rated. I mean come on."

"Okay but regardless I'm your mind. I know you are very bright. You are just to lazy to do any work."

"Now I believe that you came from my head. 'Cause the whole laziness thing is true. Oh well, whatever."

"Good night, Sam."

"Good night, Freddie." As Sam said this final words Freddie leaned downand kissed her. Hey, it is still her mind so if that is what she wants who am I to not write that down?

The dream put a smile on Sam's face. Not the smile she has when she is giving wedgie or when she is pulling a prank. No this smile was one that most people never saw. A smile that she would call her Freddie smile. A smile of peace.

Author's Note- So I hope everything is alright. I really liked writing this chapter. The whole meadow thing is really kinda unSam so I wanted that. I'm trying to say that Sam is ruff around the edges but underneath she is very breakable. You see a little bit of that when she is dating Jonah.

Also at this point I am going to allow the readers to decide something. I had planned out this story in a journal. It had every word and every sentance but I don't like it anymore so I'm changing it. This is where you come in. Okay so when you leave your reviews but down your answer to this question. Should Jonah try and break up Freddie and Sam? Go and vote.

Thanks a bunch!