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Okay guys… this is the last chapter for while, I can't say for how long, if I'm lucky, then about two weeks, and if not, then about a month or so… school's kinda of hectic, but if I do have time, I promise I will write(:… okay, I ope you enjoy the following…

Freddie's POV

BEEP. BEEP. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP. Uugh… I hate that stupid alarm clock. I reach over and smack the thing quiet. "Ten more minutes," I mumble. After all, it is Friday, and my Mom is being kind of nice at the moment. If I 'missed' the ride there, or just slept through the alarm… wait! Sam likes me, because I wished for it. YES!!! I jumped out of bed, and grabbed a towel, and set off to my bathroom. I had a quick shower, and brushed out my hair. There was nothing I could do to stop it from what it was going to do, but I could sure try. I changed into something without stripes, and went to go eat breakfast. I looked at the clock on my stove. 5:57. What? But my alarm doesn't go off until 6:45, unless… Sam! She must have gotten into my room! I took a breath. It doesn't matter, because today, she's going to like me.

I got bored watching TV, so I went up to the iCarly studio. After the whole Jonas Book of Records thing, I have a key to the back stairwell. I ran up the three flights, and quietly unlocked the door. I closed and locked it behind me, and I turned around, and froze. Sam was sleeping in the studio. She actually looks non-abrasive when she sleeps, like at the Groovie Smoothie's two days ago.

"Mmmm…" I hear, and hope she hasn't heard me, but she just rolls over, and hugs her little pillow to her chest. It's kind of small, and is entirely blue, but has a curly purple scrawl on it. Karlyn. I wonder who that was. Maybe she stole the pillow from some kid. Maybe I'll ask about her later. Wait, she was supposed to like me, by the star's law things, so if I woke her up, I could ask her. I took a deep breath, and sat down on the car bed.

"Sam? Sam, can you hear me?" I whispered quietly, and I saw her nod.

"Sam? Can you speak to me?"

"What is it Freddie?" I was shocked, she didn't even open her eyes, and she actually used me real name, not like the ones she made up for me.

"Who's Karlyn Sam?" I ask softly. Her forehead creases, and it looks like she's in pain. Then she open and closes her mouth a couple of times. "Karlyn Puckett is my little sister Freddie," says, as if I already knew. I didn't know Sam had another sister, but only if you count Melanie, but I'm not even sure if she's real. Sam pulled her knees up a bit and hugged the pillow tighter if that was possible.

"She was one last time I saw her. That's was just about ten years ago, after my Dad died. My Mom could hardly handle two kids, let alone a new baby, so she gave Karlyn up for adoption. Her birthday's coming up soon to," Sam murmured.

I was feeling bold, so I ran my hand through her hair. It was so soft, I can't even describe. I was running my hands through her hair when I saw Sam's body shake, like an earthquake. I stopped smoothing her hair, and I heard her sob. Sam is crying? Sam never cries, not even when she broke her leg, falling out of that tree a few years ago. She hobbled back to Carly's, and waited for Spencer to get home so she could get a ride to the hospital.

I felt the urge to hold her close, and since I was feeling bold today, I did. I took off my shoes, and hugged her to me. I wasn't expecting her to do anything, but she pressed her face into my chest. I could tell her wanted to be hugging her pillow again, it had fallen on the floor, so I picked it up, and got under the covers with her. That was extremely bold of me. I gave her the pillow, and wrapper my arms around her. At first she hugged her pillow, and silently sobbed, but after a while, she moved the pillow, and wrapped her arms around my waist, sobbing a little loud. I just held her against me, just being glad I finally got to see the soft side of Sam, because I was starting to think that there wasn't one. After a while, Sam quieted and relaxed, and softly snored after that. I was a little tired myself, being up at almost 5:00 this morning, so I hugged Sam tighter, and closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep, with Sam in my arms, remembering her sleeping form and soft side…

Sam's POV

I woke to warmth I didn't remember going to sleep with. I was lonely on the Shay's couch, so I came up to the studio to sleep, and the car has a bed underneath the chairs, which is actually a lot more comfortable that it looks like. I moaned, and rolled over and moved back, accidentally bumping into someone. I was about to tell Carly to move over when I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, pulled me close, and I heard a sigh. I opened my eyes wide. This is kind of Déjà vu, but I knew it couldn't be, considering I didn't go to sleep with Carly last night. I heard another content sigh from behind me, and I felt the arms hug me tighter. I was just so damn cute! And whoever's arm's were around me felt nice too, so I ignored it, and just closed my eyes, figuring it was Carly or something, but something about the body didn't feel like Carly's. This body was longer, or taller, and had really big hands, and definitely no boobs. Casually moaned again, and rolled over, and wrapped my arms around the mystery guy, thinking that if they were awake that they'd leave, realized who I was when they saw me, but whoever it was didn't move. I put my head on his chest, and his breathing and heart rate was even, so I knew he was asleep. I leaned back slightly, and saw a mass of brown hair. I leaned back more, and saw the rest of his face. Freddie! Could my wish be coming true, that he really did like me? I mean, Carly getting a tail was pretty awesome, and next week when I get to be principal it be even better, but if Freddie actually likes me, then it will be even better. I closed my eyes and put my head back on his chest, inhaling his scent. That new book smell, mixed with green apple. It was heavenly. I just lay there, letting my internal clock tell me what time it was. I guessed it to be about 9:00, which means that we were late for school. It was Friday, so it didn't really matter anyways. Besides, I'd much rather be here in Freddie's arms than be at school in detention with Briggs and Howard.

I opened my eyes, and looked at the clock on the wall. 10:30, even later that I thought it would be. Oh well, it was just one day anyways. I felt Freddie shift, and I closed my eyes and held him tighter. I felt him stiffen, and his heart rate accelerated. I focused on keeping my breathing level. If he knew I was awake, even if he wished-liked me, it would be kind of weird. I just enjoyed the moment while it lasted. I felt him try to unwind my arms from his waist, but I feigned sleep wrestling, and held tight, making a sleeping confused face. Freddie must have saw, because he stopped struggling, and wrapped an arms around my shoulder. My he was being bold today. I felt his body turn in the direction of the clock, and his body froze. "Crap! I missed school," he groaned.

"Oh well," I heard, "my day was well spent." I could tell he said that with a smile. Slowly Freddie untied my arms from his body, and slipped out of the bed. I felt the bed dip, as he sat on it. I assumed he was putting on his shoes, mainly because I could feel him lean over the ledge of the bed. My arms we empty, so I fake-groped for something to hug. "Oh!" I heard, and the dip disappeared. Then all of a sudden, I felt my pillow in my arms, and I hugged it close, thanking anyone that I didn't lose it. It was the only thing I had left of Karlyn, other than the matching key bracelet I had put in her basket when we dropped her off at the orphanage with her name tag,

"I'll help you Sam," Freddie whispered. "I'll help you find Karlyn, and I know she'll be glad to know that her sister had been looking for her, her whole life. I'll help you," he promises as he leant over me and kissed my cheek.

I heard him walk to the door, and leave. Only when I heard the door close, and him walk down the stairs did I touch my cheek. Freddie kissed me. On the cheek, but beggars can't be choosers can they?

Wait, he said something about Karlyn. When did I tell him about Karlyn? I must have been sleep talking again. That is getting pretty annoying according to Carly.

I sat up, and touched my cheek again. I was kissed by the dork of my life, and I was so content to just lie there and do nothing the rest of the day, but Carly would be home in a few hours, so I had to do something, so she might think that I slept the day away.

I got up and changed quickly. I ran down the stairs to Carly's kitchen, and made up some eggs, sunny side up of course, and toast. I was just finishing up when there was a knock on the door. I dropped my plate in the sink, and yelled, "Who is it?"

"Who else would it be?" I heard with a hint of a smirk. I laughed, thinking that he was right. "Whatever Freddifer, just come on in already."

Freddie came in, and I almost fell over how cute he looked. He had a messy Harry Potter bed head, with a solid dark blue pullover with a white collar poking out from underneath, wearing light blue jeans.

"Sam, can I ask you something?" he asked, looking into his hands while he talked.

"Depends Fredderly, what do you want to know?"

"Is Melanie actually your sister?" What?

"Yes, I actually do have a twin sister named Melanie. I can't stand her though," I seethed. I was hungry, and I ate all of Carly's ham last might before bed. Too bad that Freddie's Mom was health-aware; otherwise I'd be raiding his kitchen too.

"Okay, but what about Karlyn? If you grew up with her, do you think you'd be able to stand her too?" he asked, slurring his words, trying to get them all out at once. I jumped when I heard her name, but I thought on it. I never really had before. "I don't know Freddie. I mean I can stand Melanie, only because she looks as good as I do," I said arrogantly, "but I honestly never really thought about it that way. I usually just thought about the absence of her, of not growing up with her, you know?"

Freddie nodded his head, thinking to himself silently. I turned on the TV and we just watch re-run after re-run of Girlie Cow until Carly came home. She grabbed her purse from her tail, and slammed the door with her tail. She went to the fridge, and got a glass of juice, which actually was green, even though it tasted like strawberry-kiwi. She came over and sat down on the couch, on the end so that Freddie was in the middle. We just kept watching all night, well, until Mrs. Benson called Freddie on the phone to get him to come home. Apparently Mrs. B was actually being nice to him at home, so he was being nice to her. After Freddie left, Carly moved over, and put her head on my shoulder.

"Long week, huh?" I asked.

"You have no idea. Who would have thought that having a tail would make you more…" she trailed off, using her hands as an explanation. I nod my head. "I know Carly, I know."

She sat up, and lay on her back, putting her head in my lap, so I ran my fingers through her hair, and started to twist and braid it in every different direction. By the time I was done playing with her hair, Carly was asleep. I lifted he head from my lap, and put a pillow under it. I grabbed a blanket from under the couch, and covered her. I wasn't that insensitive, contrary to popular opinion. Then I went upstairs to the studio, and changed into my tank and boxers. I snuggled with Karlyn's pillow, and drifted off to sleep thinking about what it felt like to feel Freddie's arms around me…

Heyy guys, it's a bit longer than my other chapters, but I did it just for you guys(: I hope you like it, and again, I so so so so so sorry for no being able to update this regularly… for now. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and wish me luck on my marks so I can update sooner! Review= Love, and I LOVE you guys!!!

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