Hello, folks! I'm here again today...because I have no life(: Enjoy, as always!

3rd Person POV

3 days had passed since Freddie and Sam's argument and things were still less than bearable. Mrs. Benson had noticed the tension in the air when she got home that interesting night and she knew the next couple of days would be rough. She decided to take the day off and help Sam while allowing Freddie to return to school. However, as soon as Freddie got home, Mrs. Benson would have to return to work and Freddie would be in charge, much to both teens dismay.

On the fourth day of silence, Mrs. Benson spoke up during dinner. "So, how's school, Freddie?" she asked a bit awkwardly.

"Fine, I guess." he mumbled. "Carly's back, but she needs help carrying her stuff so, since she asked, I gladly help her." he said.

Sam sent him a glare knowing that his words were a stab at her. "Oh, you must love helping her, don't you? Always a hero, aren't you, Benson?" Sam retorted.

"Sam," Mrs. Benson said sternly. Freddie continued to eat his dinner silently and Sam just threw daggers in his direction.

"Alright, I've had enough. What in the world is going on?" Mrs. Benson said, putting her eating utensils down.

She was answered with silence. She turned to Freddie. "Fredward, answer me."

"Sam is just a selfish bi-" he cut himself off. "A selfish girl." he finished lamely.

"Fredward Benson, were you about to use improper language at the dinner table?" Sam said mockingly.

Mrs. Benson's eyes widened like saucers. "That's enough!" she yelled, raising her voice, which she rarely did. "Freddie, I will talk to you later about that, and Samantha, I want to hear what happened, and the truth." Mrs. Benson pressed.

"Don't call me that." Sam said simply.

"Just answer me," Mrs. Benson said exasperatedly.

"Freddie and I had an argument, that's all. Nothing to get your antibacterial panties in a bunch." Sam said, shoveling organic mashed potatoes in her mouth. She had originally complained about the food but now she just took what she can get.

"About what?"

"Sam is too stubborn to as for help. Her pride so big that she can't seem to get over herself." Freddie said. "Not to mention that because she didn't as for help she fell the other day."

"She what?"

Sam was shocked that Freddie would actually tell Mrs. Benson all of that.

"Yeah," he continued. "I dozed off so she decided she was a big girl and tried to go to the restroom by herself but she had already taken the sleeping pills so she just ended up falling flat on her miserable face." Freddie finished, inflicting poison into his words so that each cut deep into Sam's pride.

"Sam, but how could you be so reckless! Did you hurt yourself when you fell?" Mrs. Benson asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Before Sam could respond, Freddie answered, digging Sam into an even deeper hole. "No, she just knocked herself unconscious, all I know is that she woke up crying, and said my name in her dream." Freddie said the last part looking straight into Sam's eyes. He knew this was a suicide mission because as soon as Sam could hurt him, she would.

"You woke up crying? What did you dream?" Mrs. Benson asked, turning to the blonde.

By now Sam was seething. Her face had turned red but Freddie couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or anger, probably a mixture of both. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over like she wanted to cry but wouldn't dare to and her lips where in such a thin line that Freddie almost thought there weren't there.

"Mrs. Benson, I can assure you that what I dreamt was none of your freaking business, and definitely not Freddie's." Sam said, keeping her language in check. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she said, scooping up a spoonful of the potatoes, "I would like to finish this dinner in peace so I can take my pills and leave this place for a couple of hours, even if it just dreaming."

Mrs. Benson had a stern expression on, pressing her lips in a thin disapproving line, and Freddie was shocked that she hadn't completely exploded. The rest of dinner was filled with an awkward silence.

Sam's POV.

The nerve of him! How dare he tell his mom all of my business! Once I was back on my feet I would break both of his arms and leave him to tend to himself. If only Carly could take care of me now… She wouldn't be doing all these shenanigans. Unfortunately she was heading to Yakima for Thanksgiving, which was this week, and I was stuck with that infuriating nerd.

Once I was back in bed, thanks to Mrs. Benson because I refused to have Freddie near me, I took my pills and slipped into my dreaming stage, which would sometimes be good, not always, though. Like tonight, where I actually had what I would consider a nightmare.

I looked around at the familiar setting. It was Freddie's room but when I looked down at myself I didn't have any casts. In fact, I was perfectly healthy and dressed in small denim shorts and a black tank top. My hair was curled and I was surprised to see that when I looked in the mirror I had make up on.

Aside from the weird setting and attire, this dream just felt different. I was actually able to move around and control it, sort of like a lucid dream. The only reason I knew it wasn't lucid was because 1) I couldn't wake up when I wanted to (which I tried) and 2) I saw my reflection perfectly in the mirror (which is supposed to be blurred or a scary reflection when the dream is lucid).

"Weird," I whispered to myself.

There was a knock on the door. "Are you decent?" came a male voice.

"Uhm, yeah?" I responded.

Freddie walked into the room. "Oh, good. It's my turn to change now." he said, removing his shirt. Blood rose to my cheeks and I looked away but found it hard to. I wasn't going to lie, what was right in front of me was absolutely fantastic.

Freddie had a 1, 2, 3...6 pack and had toned arms and a toned chest. My mouth was agape for a few seconds before I closed it.

"Like what you see?" Freddie asked with a smirk.

My eyes narrowed and I scowled. "What gave you that idea?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure a fly went into your mouth while you stared at me."

"Did not. Just out a shirt back on." I said, stubbornly looking away, letting my hair cover my blush. What an interesting dream this was. I looked back at Freddie and wondered if I could touch him and actually feel something.

I walked over to where he was standing and punched his arm.

"Ow!" he yelped, surprised. I was even more surprised that his arm felt solid to my touch. This really was an interesting dream, I thought.

"What was that for?" Freddie asked, rubbing his arm.

"Nothin'. Just for being a nub." I answered simply.

"Well thanks, but don't think I won't get back at you." he replied with a knowing smirk.

"How? I doubt-" and I didn't even get to finish because Freddie had pinned me against the wall. I got a strange déjà vu feeling and realized the last time Freddie and I had been this close he had me pinned as well. I tried to hit him where I had before but he dodged me.

Freddie chuckled. "I know all your tricks, Sam. C'mon, we've been dating for seven months, you think I don't know you?"

My breath hitched. "Dating?" I asked.

"Yes, and tomorrow is our 8 month anniversary." he whispered.

I stared at him. This dream was getting out of hand. I mean, not only was I dating Freddie, the loser that I am extremely mad at at the moment, but we've been dating eight months, and he's pinned me against the wall to where I couldn't get out. Why was my mind making these dreams? Why can't I just relive that time I made Melanie eat a worm or something?

I tried to look anywhere but his face and when I looked straight ahead I noticed my eyes were at level with his collarbone which was exposed do to the fact that he had slipped on a shirt with out bothering to do the three buttons at the top. I gulped. I needed to wake up soon, but I didn't know how. The pills were way to strong for me to work against them.

I felt two fingers go under my chin and force me to look up. I wanted to push Freddie away and punch him square in the jaw but as soon as I made contact with his warm, chocolate brown eyes I felt my body go numb and I couldn't move. I breathed in a shallow breath and a familiar smell of apples and cinnamon filled my body. I flushed, trying to think about anything other than Freddie.

"This is just a dream." I chanted in my mind, trying to tear my gaze away. To my horror, Freddie started to move in closer, his breath tickling my skin and teasing my lips. When he was mere millimeters away, my eyes shut reflexively and he closed the distance.

At first, his lips just brushed mine, gentle, almost as if he was shy. His hand that had lifted my face was now cupping my cheek in such a sweet way that I wondered how I wasn't getting diabetes from all this sweetness. His other hand went to my hips and I gasped at the bold movement. He then pressed his lips harder against mine and I figured I should enjoy this, even if it was a dream. I began to respond to the kiss, moving my lips against his, and I felt my head start to feel a bit lightheaded. I was about to let him deepen the kiss further when everything started to get blurry. The scene started to dissolve and I knew this meant I was waking up.

When I opened my eyes I glad to see I was all alone. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 4 a.m.

I sighed heavily and stared at the ceiling. I wasn't going to over think my dreams, they were just a bunch of drug-induced things my mind was conjuring. They didn't mean anything. I mean, it's not like they actually happened.

My thoughts were interrupted I heard the door creak and I instantly shut my eyes pretending to be asleep. I figured it was probably Mrs. Benson checking on my and making sure I wasn't sleeping on my broken side.

I heard footsteps get nearer to my bed and I just stayed as still as possible, measuring my breaths so they were even.

"Oh, Sam." the person said and I was shocked when it wasn't Mrs. Benson's voice. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I don't like it when we argue. Sure, bickering is fine," he said, "but I hate it when we argue." he sighed. He was silent for a moment and then I felt a pair soft lips press against my forehead. My whole body tensed and I hoped I hadn't given away that I was awake. Luckily, seconds later the door clicked again signaling that Freddie was gone.

My eyes opened alarmed and I couldn't fight the feeling in my stomach. What the heck was going on? Were we all going crazy?

Freddie's POV

I didn't know why I did it. I didn't even know why I went in there in the first place let alone tell her sleeping form that I hated when we fought, but it just felt like the right thing to do. I just wish Sam wasn't mad at me anymore.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I was such an idiot, bringing all those things up at dinner. Sam probably hated me now, worse than before. Not only had I made things worse, but I had no idea how to fix them.

And then there's that kiss on her forehead. Why was I suddenly feeling so weird towards Sam? Why did I get this bubbly feeling in my stomach every time I saw her? I couldn't liker her, could I? I mean, she's just so bad-mannered, and disgusting, and rude, and violent…But she was also cute (beautiful, even), clever, and definitely interesting enough to keep you guessing.

Maybe I was starting to like Sam, one of my best friends, or maybe I was simply losing my mind. Either way, I had to make her stop being mad at me, even if I had to get her all the fatcakes in Seattle.

OKAY

I'm not going to lie, i don't really like this chapter, but I'm still putting it up becauseeeee if I don't, I will surely slice my computer in half. SO, drop me a review, pleaseee, even if you hated it too. I want to get up to 75 {:

However, yay they kissed c: (sorta, it was a dream xD) but, hey, they're all confused and stuff. We're making progress. Next chapter things will be smoothed over and everyone will make happy, yay :D

Oh and the real kiss will be loads better than that. Just wait, my little readers (: