Hello to all my glorious Seddie warriors! New iCarly coming up, more Seddie, super excited about that :) Plus I have a three-day weekend AGAIN (legit, I have not had a single full week of school since school started a month ago) so I will update lots, depending on how many of you review.

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To Miss Seddie: Thanks! I try to put a lot of detail into everything because I write how I think. :)

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What was taking them so long? Carly thought. Freddie had rushed out of her apartment nearly an hour ago, leaving his shoes and Pearphone behind. Under the guise of returning his things, Carly decided to go over to his apartment and see what was going on.

She grabbed his phone and shoes, shouted a goodbye to Spencer and was out the door.

Surprisingly, Freddie's door was unlocked. Mrs. Benson had in place a very strict locked doors rule when she was at work, even accompanied by a rhyme that Carly had long since forgotten.

Carly quietly opened the door to the Bensons' apartment, not wanting to interrupt anything that might be going on.

It was dark, which surprised her.

It was silent, which surprised her even more.

She fumbled for the light switch she knew to be by the door and flipped it up when the tips of her fingers found it.

Carly flew from being surprised to being downright SHOCKED.

She thought for one fleeting moment that they had finally killed each other. They were both laying on Freddie's couch, curled up against one another, fast asleep. Freddie's TV was still on, an episode of House running.

Carly knew she had only seconds before they woke up. She whipped out her phone and snapped a picture of the sleeping duo.

As soon as the picture saved to her phone, the blonde and the brunette resting on the couch began to stir. Carly shoved her phone in her pocket just as Sam's eyes fluttered open.

"Oh hey, Carls."

"HEY, CARLS? You guys are sleeping together, not filling me in by the way, and all you can say is hey?"

"Don't make this sound dirtier than it is, Shay." Remarkably, through all the screaming Freddie was still asleep. Carly assumed that he had been losing a lot of sleep over his situation with Sam, and she instantly felt kind of bad, barging in there and yelling like that. Carly immediately lowered her voice to a low whisper, wanting Freddie to catch up on some obviously much-needed rest.

"Look, can you just come across the hall with me so we can talk, girl-to-girl?"

Sam sighed and tried to detach herself from Freddie's arms, which were both wrapped around her waist, holding her to him spoon style. Every time she tried to wriggle free, his arms just hugged her tighter. Not an uncomfortable tight, just tight.

If she was being honest with herself, she liked the fact that he had gotten stronger than her.

"Uh, Shay? I'm kind of stuck here. I'll be over as soon as the nub lets me up."

Her best friend smirked. "You don't sound like you hate it that much, Puckett."

"Whatever, Carly. Just go. Momma wants her sleep."

Still smirking, Carly left the Benson apartment. Across the hall, Spencer was working on a new sculpture, something to do with a purple koala bear. "What happened to the last one, the one with the toilet?"

"...nothing," Spencer muttered guiltily, almost too low for Carly to hear.

"Set it on fire?"

Spencer nodded. "Uh huh."

Typical Spencer, Carly thought.

After Carly left, Sam drifted back off to sleep, lulled back into dreamland by the protective, warm cage that was Freddie's arms.

The duo laid like that for at least three more hours, until the sound of something crashing to the floor in that hour's episode of House woke Freddie and Sam up.

Still groggy, they didn't register the position they were in on the couch. After determining that it was only the TV, Freddie and Sam laid back down on the couch, Freddie's arms still wrapped around Sam and her head laying on his chest.

Then, as if she had been struck by lightning, Sam removed herself from Freddie's grasp and ran to the recliner on the other side of the room, curling herself up in a tight ball.

"Sammie, what's wrong?" Freddie was concerned. Of all the reactions he had anticipated, this wasn't one of them. For a split second, he had hoped that she would kiss him again. Honestly, he had expected Sam to hit him for holding her too close. But her freaking out? Not something he had expected.

"Us. This. Freddie, I'm all wrong for you. I'm abrasive and agressive and I'm rude and uncouth and I'm not a daffodil or even beautiful like Carly and you say you love me and you know I love you but one of these days I'm going to do something that makes you mad and you'll hate me for it, because that's just what a Puckett does. I don't want to put you through that kind of chiz, Benson." With that, Sam ran out of his apartment and over to Carly's, slamming and double-bolting the door behind her so that Freddie couldn't get in to her. She flew up to Carly's room, taking the steps three at a time.

"Sam, Carly's not home! She went to Groovy Smoothie!" Spencer shouted up to her from the kitchen. He knew that the blonde would just wait in Carly's room for her anyway, but he felt obligated to let her know.

Sam flopped down on to Carly's bed, exhausted depsite the sleep she had just gotten. Her confession to Freddie, the opening up of the walls around her heart, the saying what she really felt, all of that had exhausted her. She dimmed the lights in Carly's room, curled up under the covers, and fell asleep.

Sam's last thought before sleep claimed her for the third time that day was the hope that Freddie would understand. Understand her motives for not wanting to be with him, even though the thought of not being with him made her heart hurt in ways she couldn't comprehend.

Freddie...

So? Over 3,000 of you have read this, which is pretty amazing. I'm so sorry that this took so long to update, but it's pretty hard to type on my laptop when I have a brace on my wrist.

Thank you to all who reviewed! You make my world a happier place.

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