Sweet Dreams, Sam

Inside the Puckett household, the day is settling down for at least two of its inhabitants. Sam wants to get some sleep. She is so exhausted. How was she to know that her own twin sister would kiss the dork. Even thinking of her sister's lips on him, she feels ill at ease. She shares my DNA, she thinks to herself, why does this always happen to me?

Sam rolls over and goes to sleep.

"Sam, are you still up?" The sickeningly, sweet voice of Melanie whispers into the dark.

Sam groans, "I can talk to you when I sleep, what do you want?"

"Oh Sam, this is serious."

"Mel, you ask me a question when I'm close to sleeping, it can't be that serious."

Sam doesn't see Melanie pout in the dark, but she goes on. "Oh Sammy, I'm sowwy, I should have known you get gwumpy when you are sweepy."

"Good night, Melanie," Sam asserts, throwing a pillow at the darkened form of Melanie, "you know I hate it when you get cute."

"Before you sleep, what do you think about me and Freddie?" Melanie blurt out.

With her eyes partly closed, they grew wide when her sister asked the question.

"Do you think he will write to me if I send him love letters and emails? Do you have his cell number, I could send him text messages too?"

"I still can't believe you actually kissed Freddie. What makes you think he likes you back?"

"I don't know if he really likes me. Can you ask him?"

"I'd rather eat broken glass then ask him if he likes you."

Melanie whines, "Aww Sam."

"Don't 'Aww Sam' me, Mel, I've had a rough week."

"Could I ask you a different question, little sister?"

"I'm only four minutes younger than you, Mel, but you can go ahead."

"Have you had your first kiss yet?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"It's only a question, Sam, you don't have to tell me who you kissed though if you don't want to, you did admit on iCarly that you hadn't kissed anyone."

"Yes, I have had my first kiss."

"Really? Girl, give me deets!"

"I don't kiss and tell, Mel, unlike you."

"Was it a nice kiss? Did you get butterflies? Were your eyes open or closed?" Melanie asked these questions all in one breath. She was too excited.

"I told you that I won't 'kiss and tell'."

"Those questions aren't too intrusive, pwetty pwease, I'll sit on you if you don't tell me what I want to hear."

Another groan emits from Sam's throat. "You know I hate it when you use my brute force against me as well."

Melanie giggles, "I learned from the best. Now spill!"

"Okay, okay, the kiss was especially nice. Very NICE. I did get butterflies in my stomach before, during, and after his breath and lips left mine. I'm afraid my eyes were open part of the time. It lasted 8 seconds, and I closed them before he stopped kissing me."

Melanie squeals uncontrollably, "Oh my goodness, my sister had her first make out session. Ow ow!"

"I did NOT make out with him. It was just a kiss. We wanted to get it over with."

Fits of giggles have emitted from Melanie's mouth. She lets out tiny snorts through her nose trying to control herself before saying anything else.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, but you don't kiss a guy for 8 seconds just to get it over with." Melanie apologizes, unable to control the last snort that she let out.

Sam could feel her cheeks burning in the dark. Why does she always give her sister too much information? Why did she kiss Freddie for so long anyway?

When Sam doesn't say anything, Melanie asks another question. "Would you mind telling me who the guy is?"

"You can forget that tidbit, sis, good night."

"Um, can I ask you one more question?"

Sam sleepily replied, "Sure."

"When I kissed Freddie, he said, 'you swore we wouldn't do that again'. I told him I didn't swear anything. Did you swear something to Freddie, Sam?"

Mumbling in her sleep, Sam goes, "Mmhmm."

"Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Did Freddie kiss you?"

"Mmhmm."

"Do you love him?"

"Mmm yea," Sam mumbles, smiling in her sleep.

"Are you dreaming of him?"

"Mmhm."

Sweet dreams, Sam.