iDream - a seddie fanfic :D

Sam woke up with a start. She was sweating and her blonde hair fell across her stricken face.
"Get ahold of yourself Puckett" she muttered to herself "it was just a dream" She lay back against her pillow and pulled a bag of beef jerky from under her bed. Comfort food. She opened the bag and smiled.
"Freddie" she scoffed "in his dreams!"She lay back and chewed noisily on her jerky.
She pulled a phone from under her bed. "in his dreams"
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Freddie tossed and turned in his bed. All nigh he had been troubled by dreams, strange dreams. Dreams of a violent blonde girl.
"Sam" he mumbled in his sleep. He sat up, suddenly awake, "SAM!?" he repeated, wondering just WHY he was dreaming of her. About 'the kiss'!
'It's Carly i like, Carly Shay - beautiful, smart, funny, blonde ... wait NO, Sam's blonde! Carly has ... ' his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden vibration from under his pillow. He sat up and switched on his bedside lamp. Blinking at the sudden light, he felt under his pillow and removed his phone from it's place there. Glancing at the clock, he discovered it was 5:02. He looked at the display on his phone. Why would Carly be awake at this time of the morning? He pressed open and a short text appeared;
'Admit it, you LIKE Freddie' Freddie stared at the words with a bemused look on his face. He hit reply and wrote; 'this IS Freddie, how can i like myself', and pressed send. He waited and a moment later another text appeared 'FREDDIE?' was all it said. Freddie stood up and pulled on some clothes 'where are you?' he typed into his phone. He was pulling on his shoes when his phone vibrated again; ' my sofa?'. Freddie quietly opened his door and tiptoed towards the main door of the apartment. He opened it and winced as it creaked. He tiptoed quietly out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.
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Carly was curled up on the sofa in her apartment. She grabbed her phone as it started vibrating . She read the text and scowled. That was completely off subject and where exactly did he think she was? The moon? She replied anyway; 'my sofa'. A moment later there was a quiet knock on her door. She got up and looked out of her 'peep hole' remembering Freddie's old habit. Freddie himself was standing on the other side of the door. She knew why he was there, what he wanted to ask her. She hesitated, biting her lip. She opened the door and let him in
"Hi" she whispered
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Sam scowled at her phone. She had sent a message to Carly over fifteen minutes ago and still no reply.  She shrugged her shoulder - it WAS almost 5:20 - Carly had probably fallen asleep. She sighed and looked at her phone. After flicking through a photo gallery she finally stopped, having chosen her favourite photo. WHY she had a whole gallery of 'Freddork' photo's she did not know. They were all taken from the back or side, taken without him noticing. She lay there in the darkness, staring at Freddie's cute brown hair and wondering why she had just described it as cute.
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