User blog comment:Pancake2/Special Sneak Peak of my not so new story - iLove Her Not!/@comment-2199953-20101003023601

okey dokey... you know what, that's the third time i've started a message like that... IT'S GONNA BE MY THING NOW!!!

Sorry for the outburst, that was a kinda spur of the moment thing...

But anyways, I'm working on chapter three!! It's Freddie's POV. Here's a sneak peak:

“Just get to sleep” I told myself silently.

And I did just that.

As I slept, I had a weird dream, and it was almost more of a flashback.

''It was just a few days after Carly got her new room. Sam and I were in Carly’s room, I was sitting on the ice cream sandwich love seat while Sam sat on the window seat. Carly was downstairs lecturing Spencer about why he shouldn’t put his head in a bucket of purple paint, even if it helped him paint his sculpture.''

“Fredweirdo, I’m hungry, go get me some fried chicken!” I heard Sam demand from her seat by the window.

“Why should I?” I asked her, not looking up from the screen on my PearPhone.

''“’Cause I like fried chicken” she replied, as though I shouldn’t even have asked.'

“So why don’t you go get it yourself?” I asked her.

''“Fine I will” Sam pouted as she stomped off. “You’re fried chicken” I heard her mutter under her breath as she left.''

I woke up. Oh my God. Could this mean that Sam Puckett likes me? No, no. That would never happen. Or would it?