"Guys, where's my motorcycle?" Spencer asked. His voice was quiet and slow.
They had parked the motorcycle and gotten off of it, all the while Spencer had stood there calmly but looking upset. Now Freddie was confused and despite himself, he reached out for Sam. Sam of course was in full criminal mode so she shrugged his hand away and turned to glare at him.
"What do you mean Spence?" Sam asked curiously, trying to quickly analyze the situation so she could get into as little trouble as possible.
"Wha…" Spencer trailed off, his eyes looking glazed over.
A light bulb seemed to have gone off in Sam's head as she turned toward Freddie.
"He's sleepwalking," she whispered, "We can play it off like a Wake Up Spencer!" She whispered towards him.
Freddie nodded his head in realization and he inched away from the garage.
"Hey Spencer, where'd your motorcycle go?"
"It's right here!" Spencer spoke, agitatedly.
"No it's not." Said Sam.
"You guys just got off of it!" Spencer nearly yelled.
"No we didn't, we just came back from school." Spoke Freddie, grinning.
"Nu-uh! It's dark outside!" The childish man shot right back.
"You have tinted contacts in, it only looks dark but it's really not."
"But-!" Spencer was quickly cut off by Freddie.
"Yeah uhm, Sam and I are gonna go find Carly! Bye!" Freddie spoke quickly, dragging Sam away.
"What was that for Freddork? It was just getting fun!"
"He was starting to wake up and I seriously doubt you would have enjoyed explaining our situation!"
Her only response was a glare.
Freddie's head hit the desk with a bang and suddenly Mr. Buttburn stopped talking. The entire class went dead silent and stared at the currently asleep and drooling Freddie.
"Sam no, I don' wanna spray paint a unicorn. Iss too pretty." He mumbled in his sleep.
Under any other circumstances, Sam would broken at least one of his arms by now for mentioning her in one of his dreams but Sam knew why he was so tired and so she laughed. The entire class, having waited with baited breath (including the teacher) for Sam to kill Freddie in his sleep (which really wouldn't have come as a surprise to most of the inhabitants of the school) started laughing too. Nervously of course.
"No! You can't make me pay! I don't think it'll taste good. It looks gross." He mumbled agitatedly.
Carly's eyes darted between her two best friends. Freddie just talked about Sam in his dream in front of the entire class and Sam hadn't killed him. What? Did the apocalypse come and she missed it or something? Was Sam sick? Had she gone deaf? Questions, questions! She was determined to get to the bottom of this.
"Uhm, somebody wake up Freddie." Mr. Buttburn spoke nervously. He hated this class. Samantha Puckett was in this class. No! It was Sam! Never call her Samantha. Not after last time….
"Why'd you fall asleep in class Freddie?" Carly finally asked when they had arrived at her apartment after school. It had been nagging at her all day long but she hadn't found an opportunity to ask him. Freddie didn't just normally fall asleep in class, that was Sam!
"Yeah Freddison. I didn't know you liked unicorns."
"Wh-what? I don't like unicorns!" Ignoring Carly completely, he fidgeted in the direction of Sam.
"Well you told me they were pretty." Sam spoke, laughing.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Uh, hello? I asked you a question Freddie!" Carly spoke out, trying to interrupt what she knew to be a soon full-fledged fight.
"You specifically told me, and I quote, 'Sam no, I don' wanna spray paint a unicorn. Iss too pretty.'" She smirked.
Freddie's face had gone completely white when he realized he'd spoken aloud his dream. He dearly hoped he hadn't said all of it out loud. He was dreaming about riding on the motorcycle with Sam, except this time they had ridden off on a road trip and he was paying their way across the country. Now that would have definitely earned him an interrogation from Carly. You don't just dream about your best friend like that, right? Freddie's face reddened.
"So what if I do? I didn't um, say anything else did I?"
Before Sam or Carly could ask him what that was supposed to mean, Spencer burst from his room screaming that he had to make sure his motorcycle was safe.
"Well I would love to embarrass you further but Mama has a date with Carly's fridge so I'll catch you guys later!"
"Not right now Sam, we're supposed to rehears for iCarly!"
But it was too late, Sam had already started eating and both brunettes knew that interrupting Sam while she was eating was definitely not a good idea if you valued your life.
The following morning, while searching for his essay that he was sure he had printed out and had accidentally deleted from his computer, he found a note on the printer.
Meet me at the park.
Tonight. 2 a.m.
Come alone or you'll never get your essay back.
-You Know Who
P.S.- tell Carly and I'll burn it
Freddie groaned in dismay. Sam was skipping today and he wouldn't be able to get it back until tonight. Passed the due date. How did he know Sam was skipping? It was simple, she always skipped the 13th. Sam was superstitious about the 13th and she was convinced that going to school on that day would be terrible. But Freddie was pretty sure it was just an excuse to skip school.
A/N: I know, I know, it's a filler chapter and everybody hates those and it's short which is even worse! I'm sorry! I need ideas, anything you could think of would be nice and I'll be sure to give a shout out to you if I use your idea. Just make sure it's somewhat appropriate. I will not be changing the rating on this story.