(A/N You're giving me the rights to iCarly? Really? Oh, you're not? Oh)

~~~Sam's POV~~~

"Sam? Sam, you up?" a voice hisses. I squint, my vision blurred with sleep. I blink.

"Freddie?" My raspy voice croaks.

"I can't sleep." He whines. I moan and roll over, welcoming sleep once more.

"Mazel Tov." I mutter. My eyes spring back open with a jolt when he lays his hand on my arm. I whip around spastically sitting up, recovering for the spark that just jolted through my arm. "WHAT?" I jeer, glancing at the time; 1:08.

"I'm bo-ored." I grab my PearPod and jump right to the songs. I shake it, letting the arrow land on… great. Sighing I roll from bed, kneeling at my suitcase.

"Ballroom, 5 minutes." I command, unzipping my case.

"But-"

"GO." I turn my attention back to my bag, pulling out exactly what I'd need to make this nub go to sleep. He grabs my PearPod and runs. Damn him.

~~~Frednubs- I mean Freddie's POV~~~

I plug her PearPod into a stand. It asks for her password. Hmm…

Ham access denied? What the heck?

Bacon no again?

Dork. Who would have thought that her password would be 'dork'?

I start scrolling though her songs as I hear a door open and shut. I whip around to see Sam climbing onto the stage in a sort white dance dress. I scramble to pick my jaw up off of the floor. I quickly press play to some random sing. Oh no, any song but this one.

Time of my life from Dirty Dancing. This movie bores me to sleep… THAT IT! She's trying to tire me out to get me out of her hair. I smirk, knowing how to use this against her.

She's just there, staring at me as the music fills the room, passing over the rows of empty chairs. I walk up to her and beckon for her attention. I wrap my hands around her waist, her face empty. Having Carly force me to watch the movie 1,000 times before, and taking Mommy and Me dance lessons, I know just what to do. She puts her hands on my shoulders as I raise mine up her back. I grab her right hand and dip her backwards in a circle. She comes up grinning, catching on. She turns around, wrapping her arm around my neck. My hand finds its way around her waist, catching her other hand as I gaze into her brilliantly blue eyes. Feeling bold, I decide to copy the movie exactly.

I kissed her nose and spun her out.

Let's just say that by the end, I found out that she could dance. (A/N this is the dance just take out the spaces: www . youtube . com/watch?v=WpmILPAcRQo&p=D51F8DFFB5267D10&playnext=1&index=18 )

~~~Carlotta's POV~~~

I yawned, walking out into the white living room. I noticed a big shape moving up and down slowly on the white couch. I tensed. Slowly I crept to the window and flung the white curtains open. My jaw brushed against the carpet, also white, as my eyes fell upon this… this… beautiful oxymoron.

It was Sam.

And Freddie.

Sleeping.

Together.

NO! NOT LIKE THAT! But kinda. The word 'Cuttlefish' on his tee-shirt was pressed against a spot between her should blades. The arm her head laid on wrapped backwards around the back of his neck. Her other arm draped off the side of the couch. Freddie has one hand caught in hers, his arm over his. His other arm was under Sam and around her waist. I let an "Awww!" slip out. Spencer opened the door and started to walk out. "Spencer don't slam-"

BOOM

"the door." Sam and Freddie's eyes jumped open as they flew apart.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Sam shouts, popping up from the spot she fell from. I put my hands on my hips, smirking. "We… we were… we were drunk!" Freddie snorts.

"On what, Dirty Dancing and three rounds of monopoly?" Dirty dancing? I raise my eyebrows. Oh wait, that's the name of a movie. But then why is Sam wearing her dance dress? She only wears it for practice… No… did they? No, they hate each other? Right? But, she'd never dance in front of Freddie. Only at practice. Ha, I remember that day… FLLLAAASHBAACK!

Ok so here's what happened. Mrs. Puckett was taking Melanie to her dance recital when Mel twisted her ankle. Since Melanie was the lead, she forced Sam to go in her place. Sam watched Mel EVERY practice so she knew what to do. The only reason she agreed was because no one would know it was her. But the dancer teacher did. I watched her go up to Sam and say "I know you're not Melanie. Melanie was never that good." Sam's jaw dropped. She's become a phenomenal dancer.

I was brought back by Spencer's stupid question. "What we're you doing last night? I came to check on you at, like, one or something and you both weren't there."

"Um- we… ub, you see… uuuhhhh…" Freddie babbles.

Sam sighs. "Shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth you inarticulate bumble." She pushes him back down on the couch and turns to me. "Uhm… Sorry I borrowed YOUR dress Carly. Well, the sun's up, that means mama need's some chow. Lezgo!" Slipping on my ballerina flats, Sam hops up and down. I sigh, going to get dressed. I shut the door behind me.

~~~Freddie's POV~~~

No, not Carly's dress. I know it's not. I remember watching her dance. Besides the fact I've seen her perform, from behind a bush, I FlooTubed her. She really is amazing!

I watch her bounce, trying to fit into Carly's shoe, which happens to be two sizes too small. I walk behind her to tell her that alarming news. "Sam-" Unintentionally, my voice sounds like death. She jumps, does a 180 and lands basically on me. Her hands on my collar bone, she falls onto me. Instinctively I wrap my hands around her waist. Her mouth hangs open a bit as her eyes slowly reach mine.

Her eyes are blue.

Not like blueygreen, BLUE. That's one of the many things that mark her out as Sam. It's not a bad thing, in fact it's one of the things I love about her and- WHAT AM I SAYING? I try to say something, but it got stuck. I tried to move but I was frozen. She blinks. And blinks, and blinks. Each fraction of a second her eyes close her cheeks blush harder.

SPEAK IMBECELE! I tell myself. Hey, genius, MOVE! But… I can't! I just can't! Suddenly I find my face inches away from hers.

BANG! Spencer runs in with his PearPod as we fly apart. I trip over the couch and fall head first to the other side. "Look at this!"

"YOUR TURN!" Carly shouts. Spencer sighs and walks back in, the video left on the couch. Neither Sam or I move.

"Now you're just being cute. I can't go to Pigfarts. IT'S ON MAAARS, YOU NEEED A ROCKETSHIP. Do you have a rocketship, Potter? I bet you do. You know, not all of us inherited enough money to buy out NASA when our parents died! Look, look at this. Rocket ship Potter. Starkid Potter. Moooonshoes Potter. TRAVERSING THE GALAXY FOR INTERGALATIC TRAVELS TO PIGFARTS." Plays as still, we're fozen. (A/N A very Potter musical! I it so much! It's TOTALLY AWESOME!)

Did we just have a moment? I mean, I kissed her nose last night BUT THAT WAS ONLY FOR AUTHENTICITY! Right?

(A/N so sorry for the delay!)