Chapter 3 is up! Freddie's dream this time! I was having a hard time coming up with what his dream would be and it would have to be Seddie related, so I spat this out. R&R! :D

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"Truth or dare?" Carly asked as Sam hung her feet over the edge of Carly's bed.

It was getting later and later and Sam couldn't fall asleep again since she had her turn already. Carly was oddly perky considering it was almost midnight, but Freddie was far from normal.

"Do you remember that time...that..." Freddie stuttered, then dropped to the floor.

"Oh my Gosh!" Carly ran over to the teenage boy, sprawled out on the floor, "Freddie, are you ok?"

Sam scoffed and walked over to see Fredpuss passed out on the floor, "Mama's boy can't stand being awake past his bedtime?"

"Sam, why insult him if he's asleep?" Carly glared at her curly haired friend and got up from beside Freddie, "You stay here with him, I'm going to get Spencer."

"But!" Sam objected following Carly to the door.

"Stay." Carly cocked her head, pointing it at Freddie.

Carly walked out of the room and Sam returned to Carly's bed. She sat there staring at Freddie, who was giggling in his sleep. More or less dreaming about Carly or some advance in technology. Rocket ship pajamas... dweeb. Sam looked down at what she was wearing – Her Paramore T shirt and striped pajama bottoms – and wondered if she looked as weird to him as he did to her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a frantic Spencer running into the room and connecting chords to Freddie's head and one into his ear. As an alternative to using a wall, he hooked it up to Carly's TV and quickly sat down. A few seconds later, Carly entered her room and turned off the lights.

The three 'movie goers' watched as they saw 'Sam' and 'Carly' walk into the school gym wearing dresses.

"I would never wear that!" Sam yelled loud enough to wake anyone up, but still, Freddie didn't budge.

Though, when Sam said that, 'Sam's' dress changed into a dress that Sam would wear.

"Hey ladies," Freddie nudged Carly's arm who seemed to ignore him,

"Shut it nub," Sam retorted and pushed him as she walked past him.

Rubbing his shoulder, Freddie turned to Carly and asked, "Do you have a date for the dance?"

Carly gave him a look like she pitied him, "Of course I do, Freddie. Don't you?" She then spun on her heels then walked away.

Spencer, Carly, and Sam jumped when they heard a sleeping Freddie sigh heavily.

"Why don't you just ask Sam? She's sitting right there," A figure that looked a little like Gibby had told Freddie.

"Sam hates me," Freddie scoffed at Gibby's foolishness and sat down on one of the chairs, "Besides, if I did ask her she would hurt me."

"You don't kno-" Gibby stopped and realized who they were talking about, "You're right. Well... Sorry, but I've gotta go find Tasha. Bye."

Freddie was sitting there all alone and Sam came to sit next to him, "You don't have a date?"

Freddie glared at her, "Thanks, Sam. Rub it in."

"No, I was just asking. Gah, Fredilupe, you're so sensitive." Sam rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

They sat there quietly for a moment and it was very... very awkward. About a minute later, a fast song started to play and Sam held her hand out to Freddie. He looked confused so she clarified, "Look, I want to dance and I don't want to slow dance, especially wit h you, Frednerd."

Freddie smiled and took her hand.

"AWWWWWWWWWW!" Spencer had squealed while watching, which woke up Freddie.

"What... happened?" Freddie asked blinking and looking up at the people staring at him, "You guys saw my dream?"

"Yup," Sam said slowly from the corner of the bed, her arms crossed and her head down.

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Howdya like it so far? Like it? Don't? Think it's not them? Tell me what you think! (No flames... they buuuuurrrn!) :P