iMakeover (an iCarly Story)

21. Stealing Kisses from the Unconscious

Dedicated to @sncjana, a reader that commented who I hadn't really seen before. Thank you for your support!(:

Carly's POV

I wake up and look over at Sam, who's laying stretched out, half on top of me.
"Ugh, Sam, get off."
I push her unconscious body off me and she flops over, still dead to the world. I shake my head, smiling. Sam's the deepest sleeper I've ever met. I tried to wake her up once by force the first sleepover we ever had, and she not only flipped me over her head, but when I got annoyed and shoved her off the bed, thinking that would make her finally get up, she crawled under it. Now the only way I wake he up is by making her breakfast. Her nose wakes her up and she will somehow find her way downstairs before I can get one bite into my mouth.
Trotting down the stairs, I pull out my phone to check how much time we have before we have to leave. It's 6:25 and we usually leave around five to eight because Sam is always late. Then we have to rush in, usually barely missing the bell. Not this morning though. I want to leave here by 7:40 so we have a good fifteen minutes before the bell to show off all our new clothes. I can't wait to see everyone's faces when we walk in, especially for Sam. I agreed to wear some of my new clothes as well since both of them were.
"Hola, amiga," Freddie says, walking through the door.
"Hey Freddie," I say, ripping open a package of bacon.
"Is Sam still sleeping?" he asks.
"Yup, isn't she always?"
Freddie nods.
"So I see you remembered your new clothes today," I say, admiring his dark jeans and tight black tee showing off his muscles.
Freddie doesn't respond, instead his face stays in deep-in-thought mode.
"Uh, Freddie? Freddie? FREDDIE!!"
"Huh, what?" He 'wakes up' from his daydreaming and looks around disoriented before focusing on me.
"What're you thinking about?" I ask curiously. He doesn't usually zone like that unless Sam's around.
"Um, nothing. Hey, do you know if Sam was on a purple laptop yesterday?"
I fidget a little.
"Um, why do you ask?"
"Well she returned it to me in the middle of the night last night and was acting kind of off so I thought she might've..seen, uh, what was on it." He bites his lip.
"She gave it back?!" I can't help but shout. I can't believe she'd do that without telling me.
Freddie's shoulder's sag. "So she did look at it," he says dejectedly. "I guess she was just trying to avoid having to reject me again." Now I'm confused.
"When did she reject you?" I ask.
"Well, I guess she never outright said it but after me basically almost declaring my love for her and then her pretending nothing happened..." He sighs. "You can see how I'd assume."
I frown. Sam didn't act like he said those three words. She kind of just said he told her a bunch of things he didn't and did like about her and then his mom cut him off before he could finish speaking. Maybe she didn't tell me everything.
I can't let him get mad at Sam though. They'll never get together if they're always mad at each other!
So that's why I say what I say next.
As Freddie turns to walk away, I call after him.
"Wait, Freddie! She didn't look at it, I did," I say desperately. "Well, at least I didn't see her look at it." I have my fingers crossed behind my back.
He looks at me weirdly. "That's not a very you kind of thing, invading someone's privacy." Then he pauses. "Though butting into my love life definitely is, especially when Sam's involved." He looks relieved and I feel the guilt of lying to one of my best friends hole up inside my chest.
"Do you mind if I go upstairs and talk to her?" he asks.
"Well, she won't be awake for at least ten to fifteen minutes since I haven't even put the bacon in the pan yet." I tell him, turning away to turn on the stove and get out a pan.
"I'm gonna go up anyway." I turn around to warn him about Sam's hatred of being woken up but he's already gone.

Sam's POV

I wake up to something surprising. By surprising, I mean other than the sweet smell of breakfast which is usually the only thing that'll get me up early in the morning. I wake to something even sweeter.
There's a pressure on my lips and according to my racing, ecstatic heart, I apparently get excited around him even when I'm unconscious. It's obvious who it is before I even open my eyes. The wonderful smell of cinnamon and Axe gives him away.
My eyes snap open to see his face, eyelids shut thankfully, and my brain shuts down momentarily.