Hey guys! This chapter isn't as good or as long as my other ones cause I couldn't think of what to write and I thought that I needed to put SOMETHING up cause it had been too long. Anyway, enjoy and review! This is the last idea from theoneandonlymarijn so thank you to them for all their ideas!

~Charlotte~

Day 63 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Cold Feet

Sam POV

"You ready for this, Freddie?" I asked Freddie.

"Er...No?" I gave him a look. "I mean yes! No, I mean no! No, yes! Ah, why do we have to do this Sam?!"

We were in the dark and we were holding flashlights. No, it's probably not what you're thinking, but if you're thinking 'Sam and Freddie are going to a prank of Spencer in the middle of the night' then you're right!

"Come on Freddie, he'll be home and coming to bed any minute!"

"But what if we're caught?!" he said. I could see him under his flashlight light and he looked worried.

"Freddie, seriously? Spencer not exactly the ripest grape in the bunch, he's not gonna suspect anything. And Carly's in Yakima, so he wouldn't expect us in his house anyway, well, not without Gibby or him anyway, so you have nothing to worry about. Stop being such a baby."

Sitting in the dark with a flashlight with Freddie, hiding in a closet in Spencer's room, really wasn't the worst place for a girl to be, but it wasn't the best. It was cramped because Spencer decided to buy a really small closet and too many drawers, so there wasn't much room for either of us so we were awkwardly sat side by side with flashlights in our hands, pointing them at our faces like we were telling horror stories to each other. Our shoes were off and we didn't bother bringing jackets in the closer with us. It was really warm but that was probably because we were sharing body heat, and that thought made me involuntarily shiver.

"I'm not a baby! I just don't think it's nice to jump out at a guy who has done nothing but welcome us into his home every day for years and scare him! It's not what people would do! I'm just getting cold feet."

"How can your feet be cold? It's hot in here!" I said.

"No, Sam," he said in the same tone of voice I had heard many times in my lifetime of knowing Freddie. "I mean that I'm getting nervous about it. I don't wanna do it."

"See, what did I tell you? A baby," I said.

"You wouldn't like it if I hid in your closet and jumped out when you were asleep, would you?!"

"No, but if you ever try that, say goodbye to your thumbs," I warned.

Freddie slowly looked down at his thumbs with a horror-struck expression on his face.

"My thumbs." His voice sounded as shaky and scared as his facial expression.

"Never being able to text again..." I taunted him.

"Or press a spacebar with my thumbs..."

"Nope," I said. I smiled in the small flicker of light coming from our flashlights.

"Okay, I am never doing that to you," Freddie gulped.

"You better not, you know the consequences. Mama loves her sleep."

"Then why are we both hiding in Spencer's closet in the middle of the night?" Freddie asked me.

"Becaaaaaaause," I said stretching out the 'because', "we are going to do a new segment on iCarly like I like to call 'Scare Spencer 'til he Pees!'."

"We're posting this on iCarly?!"

"Duh!" I said exasperatedly.

"But you'd need my camera!"

"Yeah, I got it here," I said, reaching to my right and picking it up.

"That was in my apartment, how did you get it?"

"Have you not been recording how long it takes me to pick locks for years or having I been imagining that?" I taunted.

"True...but I still don't know, Sam," he said in an unsure way.

"Our viewers will love it! Come on, Freddifer, stop being such a lady," I said pushing him.

"Don't shove me!"

"I did not shove you, I pushed you," I said simply.

"It matters? There's not much room in here so you could send us both toppling over!"

"Where would we topple to? It's not exactly Narnia in the back there," I said, pointing a thumb at the back of the wardrobe.

Freddie and I sat there in silence for a few minutes but then we heard footsteps coming into the room.

"Shh, Spencer's here!"

"I wasn't talking!" Freddie whispered to me.

"How're your feet now?" I whispered.

"Icy cold," he said.

"Stop being a big wuss, he'll be going to sleep any minute."

"Is it too late to run out of here?" he asked anxiously.

"Yup, now shut up, he'll hear us."

A few minutes later, we heard Spencer move again but then we heard the door close and it was silent.

"Oh great, he's gone in the living room or somewhere," I said.

"Or he's sleeping on the couch or in Carly's room. Wait, there's not another spider in here is there?" Freddie fussed around the small space, shining his flashlight in every place possible.

"Calm down, Freddie, what's a spider gonna do to you?" I asked.

"Anything! They could fall of my head and build a web on the back of my head so I couldn't see it!"

"Wow..." I whispered to myself. Freddie could sure be a girl at times.

We waited and waited for Spencer to come back into the room but it was already dangerously late. Our eye lids were dropping and I was pretty sure I was going to pass out anytime soon from lack of sleep; Freddie was the same.

My eyelids dropped even more and I was asleep, my head resting on something softer than the wardrobe wall that I thought it would hit if I slept.

Spencer's POV

That wasn't really the best sleep on the couch I had ever had. My room still had spiders in there so I thought it would be easier and better to sleep on the couch so that no spiders could do anything to me while I slept. I could've slept in Carly's room but last time I did she had gone mad at me for leaving a banana in her bed.

I went back into my room at around seven am. I couldn't sleep on the couch anymore so I thought that it would be easier to get changed into something suitable for the day. I went into my closet and saw something that was really quite strange. Stranger than me.

Sam and Freddie were asleep in my closet, both leaning on each other's shoulders. It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen them do, but probably not as strange as them dating. Their feet were right next to each other as if they were using each other's feet to keep them warm. Maybe they both had cold feet.

"Weird," I said. I shut the closet door and just left them to sleep.

My first ever time doing a POV for Spencer! :O Like it, hate it, love it? Let me know! Review!

Can I just say quickly that I want to give a massive thank you to Brittany (BrittanyTiffanatic on one of her fanfiction accounts and TiffanaticLove on twitter, and also SeddieCookie on her other fanfiction account) for always being there to help me with ideas and also to keep me uploading. If it wasn't for her and her help and her feedback then I would not get enough motivation to do any of these days. She has been helping me pretty much from the very beginning so she is just so amazing. I could never thank her enough. So go read her fanfiction 'iGet Fed Up' on her BrittanyTiffanatic account and also read her amazing one-shots on her SeddieCookie fanfiction page! THEY'RE AMAZING.

Okay, thats it! Goodnight and review! :D