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Sam had just been told what she dreamed about and what everyone had almost seen. She grumbled something, then walked further away from her brunette friend.

"Sam," Carly took a step closer to her, "Why were you even dreaming that? I mean... you hate Freddie."

Sam stared at Carly for a minute, trying to think of a reasonable explanation, but nothing logical came forth.

"Carls," Sam shrugged a little bit, "It wasn't a dream. That was me and Freddie's kiss."

"Freddie and I," Carly corrected Sam, crossing her arms and sitting down in a beanbag.

"Does that really matter?" Sam sat beside Carly and nestled her cream soda between her legs.

"Well, proper grammar is..." Carly was going to start lecturing Sam about language arts which Sam had no interest in.

"Do you want me to tell you what's wrong or not?" Sam said with a hint of irritation in her voice.

Carly stopped speaking and raised her eyebrows. Sam continued by saying, "Ok, it's true..." Sam paused, gathering her words.

"Oh.. my gosh... YOU LOVE FREDDIE?" Carly screamed, almost falling out of her beanbag.

"No way!" Sam grimaced in disgust, but her face softened as she thought about it, "But, I don't hate him as much as I used to."

"Oh.. well..." Carly tried to calm herself down, but inside she was drowning herself in questions to ask Sam, "Your kiss was all Freddie's idea?"

Baffled for a moment, Sam replied, "What... uh, whattya mean?"

"Well, your dream was Freddie suggesting you two kiss." Carly was using hand gestures now, which meant she was very involved in this.

"Oh..." Sam shrugged and took a sip of her soda, "Then I guess it was his idea."

There was a moment of silence, but Carly spoke up again, "You know kids at school are gonna torment you and Freddie tomorrow."

"Yeah, I doubt it," Sam gave Carly an ideal mischievous grin, "Or mama will put them in the hospital."

Carly just laughed and notified Sam, "You're awesome."

"Don't forget it, Shay!" Sam pointed to her and took another swig of soda.

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"Yohoho!" Sam slid up next to Freddie near his locker at school, "Whazzup, Fudgeface?"

Freddie had been somewhat nervous about seeing Sam, but decided not to worry about it. Sam probably wouldn't even remember. He reassured himself about this the whole morning and kept doing so as he replied to the girl that made him nervous in the first place.

"You really want to know?," Freddie put some books in his locker, then smiled at the blond.

"Whateves." Sam nodded and looked over his shoulder, "What is it? A ham?"

Freddie rolled his eyes and laughed, "No, I don't keep ham in my locker."

"Well, you should," Sam backed up and watched Freddie pull out his Sound Effects machine, "Aw, it's just your nerd device!"

Ignoring Sam's comment, Freddie went on to explain, "I added some new effects and I thought we could do another Wake Up Spencer in a couple days."

"Why 'a couple days'?" Sam shot Freddie a look that could be labeled a disgusted look or a confused one.

"My mom's leaving for a special Sanitary Awareness convention on Monday, so she won't know I would be gone." Freddie fit the machine back into his locker and closed it.

"Nice," Sam said, leaning on one of the lockers, "How do you get out all of the other times?"

Freddie opened his mouth to reply when a group, which consisted of both boys and girls, passed by them. As immature as school-goers can be, they all started making kissy-noises in Sam and Freddie's general direction.

With fists clenched and teeth gritting, Sam started to walk over to the group of teens. One person shouted, "She's coming!", they broke formation and ran for their dear lives.

"Sam, you can't get all of them." Freddie walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

She pushed it off, then chased after the boy who alerted the group she was about to beat them up and called back to Freddie, "Just watch me!"

The brunette boy felt the corners of his mouth tug up and he turned around to find Carly rummaging through her locker for something.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Carly started getting more and more upset as she continued her search for the item she was missing.

"What's wrong?" Freddie let himself rest on someone's locker and Carly removed her head from her locker.

"I can't find my..." Carly put her hand in her pocket and retrieved her PearPhone, "Oh. There it is."

Freddie stifled a laugh and asked his friend, "Frazzled lately?"

Carly giggled and closed her locker, leaning on it alongside Freddie, "Yeah. Spencer was working on his monkey sculpture all last night and I couldn't fall asleep."

"So, that's what that screeching noise was..." Freddie adjusted his backpack and turned his head to see Sam running after different person. This time she had a history book in her hands, holding above her head, threatening to hit someone with it.

"Naw, the screeching was from the banshee in out closet," Carly saw Freddie's gaze lock onto Sam.

"That's cool." Freddie's automatic reply was, still watching Sam.

"Yeah." Carly smiled and shook her head, "But it ate Spencer's face, ya know."

"That sounds fun," Freddie realized what he said and turned back to Carly, "Nuh-uh! There was no banshee!"

Carly gently punched Freddie in the arm, "And you just figured that out, lover boy?"

"Huh?" Freddie questioned Carly, then his eyes widened, "Wait... do you finally want to go on a date with me!"

"Ugh! Freddie!" Carly crossed her arms and gave him her famous puppy-dog eyes look.

"Yeah, I know." Freddie unconnected his back from the locker and looked at Carly.

"And what is it that you know?" Carly was searching for any other hint that could tell her if Freddie liked Sam.

"I know that you would never love me and won't date me again." Freddie sighed and Carly threw her arms to her side.

Just as the bell rang, Sam arrived by her friends and gave Freddie a dollar, "You were right. I couldn't catch them all."

"Where'd you get the dollar?" Freddie asked as she walked away, picking up her backpack.

"Stole it from one of the kids I beat up." Sam called back to him and took a beef jerky stick out of her bag.

"My friends have issues." Freddie laughed, then looked at Carly who had her eyebrows raised and a frown on her face. Freddie rephrased his statement, "Sam has issues."

Carly gave him a small smile, then walked to class.

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Like it? Didn't? How do I know if you don't tell me! R&R! (By the way, I'm not a huge fan of Carly being a supporter of Seddie, but I guess she kinda was here. Sorry. :\)

(By the way, by the way, I AM a huge fan of SPENCER being a Seddie shipper! Yeah, Spencie!)

(AAAAAAAAAND: Remember, NO FLAMES! They buuuuuuuuuuuuuurn!) :P