Angel- I hope you enjoy! None of the content belongs to PrincessSeddie *in a singing voice that latterly…makes her sound like an angel*

Theodore- …*Blinks* Pretty…

Angel- Really?

Theodore-I mean ugh …Pretty lame… a garbage disposal sounds better then you!

Angel- MEAN

P.S The dreams are NOT strong. Just kissing and such, nothing more than that. If I must bump it up to M I shall though…

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Freddie's brown eyes settled on the puppy's paws.

''Can I have a look buddy?'' His voice came out clearly,. The same kind of voice you would get if a parent was speaking to toddler.

The puppy's warm brown eyes met with Freddie's deep chocolate eyes as his tail began to make short staccato pats on the hall flowing.

''Wu wu wu wu wu!'' The puppy's bark came out as happy, excited.

The beagle jumped up from his laying possession and eagerly pounced towards Freddie. He put his hind in the air, while he rested his head on his paws, as he gently let the piece of paper slip from within his teeth.

''Good boy'' Freddie said as he petted the dog in between his ears. The dogs tail once again hit the floor over and over.

Freddie was intrigued by the piece of paper. He opened it up and tried to read the remains. The words didn't seem too make sense.

''Dream'' ''Stare'' ''Scared'' ''Afraid'' ''Diary''.

The words that he could read didn't make sense out of context. Unfortunately a lot of the writing in between has been scribbled out with pen, and the dogs drool washed any chance of him trying to read under the scribbles.

Freddie was still intrigued though. Amused even.

Freddie's mind was like this, he often loved to ponder about things.''Where did the paper come from''? ''How did the dog get it''? ''Why did he get it?'' ''Was he meant too''? and so on.

Freddie decided to go back inside, take the piece of paper with him, and continue to study. He turned the handle of his apartment door to go inside. Something didn't seem right…

The constant wagging of the puppy's tail stopped thumping. Oh yeah…

The puppy.

The puppy's eyes looked up at him. Lost, afraid, not wanting to be left alone. There was something about the puppy's eyes, that took Freddie's heart strings and played them like a violin. Freddie sighed.

He opened the door to his apartment and said.

''In ya come then buddy'' His voice relaxed yet hyper.

''wu wu wu wu wu!'' The puppy barked.

He raced into Freddie's apartment faster than Gibby ate a tin full of radishes.

Freddie smiled and closed the door behind him. Freddie was determined to find the puppy's home.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .The Fire Escape -2:25AM. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The air was crisp, the snow had settled in the last hour, falling at a slow constant speed.

Sam's golden locks hung over her notepad as she wrote, the snow gently falling on her curls as they protected the notepad from getting snow on them.

Sam looked through the window at Carly's, and saw that the snow had slowed. She decided to go outside for some air and see if she could think things out, and somehow, someway, she ended up on the fire escape.

Sam sighed.

She ripped the page from her notepad and crushed it into a ball, chucking it on the floor, where a pile of notepad crushed up balls lay.

A while back, a playful puppy had stolen one of the crumpled papers and ran off with it, Sam thought about chasing it, but what good would it have done anyway?

It was on the floor crinkled up for a reason. It had nothing good on it…

Sam just couldn't seem to write her feelings down on paper. Maybe it was due to the fact that she didn't know her feelings about the dream. It all happened so fast, and it had only been a few hours before she dreamed it.

She looked up at the gleaming moon that shone with all its beauty through the snow. The night sky was amazingly wonderful tonight.

Sam's icy blue eyes settled on its stunning sight.

If only she could just figure out what the heck happened. She knew she didn't hate Freddie. Recently, she had been getting a lot closer to him.

Where do I even stand anymore? Her mind asked over and over.

Enemies was too far off, And best friends seemed too much of a stretch.

I mean…I rip on him constantly… She said in her head, trying to answer her own question.

Sam lightly groaned. Her head felt so messed up, and her thoughts felt extremely muffled.

A quick gush of wind swept through the air, before maintaining its slow atmosphere again.

Sam put her black scarf right, as it came untied.

She rested her curls on the fire escape bricks, her ear muffs gently hit the bricks with them.

Sam yawned.

She looked at the sky's striking scenery before her, if she was looking at this sight on a picture, Sam would have sworn it was Photoshoped.

Sam's eyes began to droop…

Slowly.

Gently

Silently

Until her eyes were covered by her lids, and the scenery in front of her vanished.

Quiet

Tranquil

Soothing

Slumber.

Calming

Relaxing

Comforting

Rest.

At first there was nothing, just black, just silence, just sleep.

And then, objected started to form, and objects became figures…and figures became things…

Until Sam began …to dream…

The house was cosy, warm, inviting.

Outside it looked like it was snowing violently.

Inside this house, it seemed calm, safe.

Sam's locks rested on a figures lap.

The fire burned, as its flames danced.

Sam never moved her eyes off them, they enchanted her.

The figure petted her curls over and over.

A gentle moan of bliss escaped Sam's lips.

The figures hands searched for the spaces in between her figures, until they were found.

''I love you Samantha…'' The figure said softly, again playing with her golden hair.

''I love you too Freddie'' Sam responded, as she watched the red dance with the orange.

Freddie kissed her head gently as she closed her eyes….

Sam awoke with a jolt, disturbed.

A violet scream escaped her lips, for the whole of Bushwell Plaza to hear.

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*Angel Sleeping* Zzzz…

Theodore: Awe, when she's sleeping she looks kind of adorab-a dork. She looks like a dork. UM…Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review! BYE.