A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't wrote in so long!! I feel bad! :( The reason is, I really didn't have that much to go on, as my story is so closely connected with the actual storyline. The next chapter will be in Freddie's pov after iMake sam girly aires. Hope you like it even though it's short!

I was sitting in my living room one day, when I got a text message from Freddie. See, when I get bored I usually just text Freddie a bunch of random insults. He usually types something back that he thinks is funny. But it's really not. And it was so NOT funny when he wrote:

I Love you.

Seriously, is that random or what? Is he trying to make fun of me or something? So I wrote back:

I hate you with every inch of my being. Lose my number, jerk-face.

I later learned that he meant to say I loathe you. So I probably would have said the same thing. Once I looked up "loathe" in the dictionary.

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"Rise and shine!" Shouted Carly.

"Mmnagedinup." I muttered indistinctly.

"We have to start driving to Hollywood!"

And then I remembered. We would be driving all the way from Seattle to Hollywood just so Spencer could make a giant sculpture of wieners at the Kid's Choice Awards. And we were going to have our web show live from there.

So I eventually got up, ate some food and grabbed my luggage. I was still exhausted when Freddie came in. His mom, unfortunately, was there, too. "Your crazy mom has to come with?"

"Sam!" exclaimed Carly behind me. Mrs. Benson didn't seem to take offense. I guess she'd heard it before.

"She wants to make sure I'm safe." said Freddie, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I don't trust those Hollywood types." Mrs. Benson defensively.

Spencer came down the stairs with about a ton of suitcases. At first I was surprised at how well he was doing… until he dropped them all.

" What were you doing carrying all that luggage at once?!" said Mrs. B loudly. "You could have hurt yourself!"

"I wanted to prove to Carly I was strong." said Spencer quietly.

After about ten minutes, we finally got all our things to the car. The hard part was getting it all in. Only about half of the luggage fit in the trunk. ("I needed my hair drier!" said Carly.) Then there was all of Freddie's tech equipment. What we had to do was put the remaining suitcases under our feet, and Freddie had to carry his tech equipment on his lap. It wasn't very comfortable.

"Bye bye Seattle!" We yelled as we left our home town.

"Let's turn some music on!" suggested Carly.

Spencer and Mrs. B grabbed the knob at the same time. "Oh no you don't! I'll not have my Freddie listening to that horrible music you listen to."

"Well what kind of music do you like?" asked Spencer.

"classical."

We decided not to listen to music.

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By the time the day ended we were all very tired and crabby . At about 10:00 We came to some hotel and quickly got keys, found the rooms and flopped on our beds without brushing our teeth.

The next morning we woke up early, before the sun had come up we tiredly headed for the car. I tried staying up for a while but my eyes hurt and the scenery wasn't that exciting so I slowly drifted off to sleep…

Suddenly there was bright sunlight in my eyes. I opened them and realized I was leaning on something. As I got up I saw that it was Freddie… Thankfully, everyone but Spencer and I was sleeping. This wasn't the first time that happened. But it's not my fault he has such a comfy shoulder.

"We're almost there! We're almost there!" shouted Carly excitedly. She had drank a little too much peppy-cola at our last pit stop. Freddie and I just stared at her, as Mrs. B had refused to let Freddie drink soft drinks, and I didn't have any money to buy any. But as we pulled up to the nick studio I couldn't help but get excited.

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"That was amazing!" said Carly.

"I know! And your statue of wieners-- priceless!" I said.

"Thanks!" Spencer beamed.

We were heading to our rooms in our new hotel. Spencer had treated us all to a really good dinner. We went to a really good burger place.

For a while we stayed up, reading comments from our viewers (which were great by the way) and playing an intense game of jenga before Mrs. Benson said: "All right bed time, everyone!"

"Ohh but mom it's only ten!"

"Which is an hour after your bed time!"

"Carly and Sam can stay up with me since we're in different rooms." said Spencer.

"You're going to bed, too mister." Shortly after Freddie and Mrs. B left for their room I tried falling asleep.I faded away for a few hours, but woke up after awhile. I got up and walked around the room a few times, and finally, took a room key with me and walked the halls. I walked around mindlessly, listening to the snoring of people happily sleeping in their rooms. Walking back to the room, I was surprised to see Freddie there. He looked surprised to see me, too.

"Couldn't sleep." he said. "I figured you, Carly and Spencer would still be up, so I snuck out. Luckily my mom's a heavy sleeper."

"No. They're still asleep."

"Oh."

I sat down against the wall. After a second, Freddie joined me.

"Do you have trouble sleeping a lot?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Don't tell my mom though, she'd probably have all these drugs she'd make me take for it."

"Huh. My mom doesn't care if I stay up. She's usually up anyway. And she doesn't really have those types of drugs."

"She doesn't have--?"

"Oh! No, not for a while."

He was quiet for a long time.

"Sam? Um, I don't think that what happened should change how we treat each other." he said quietly.

"Has it?" I asked as I watched him.

"I don't know. But I don't want it to. I'm kind of-- a--afraid."

I gulped. "Me too."

Freddie laughed a little. "Sam afraid."

"Hey. Shut up."

"Night, Sam."

"Good night."