A/N: This is complete and total fluff. The title comes from a lovely A Fine Frenzy song called "You Picked Me." They're mildly out of character, I know xD This is also obscenely short-not quite a drabble, but pretty darn close. It takes place sometime after iOMG. You can decide how long after ;] Constructive criticism is welcomed!
Disclaimer: iDon't own iCarly. Or "You Picked Me."
like an apple on a tree hiding out behind the leaves I was difficult to reach but
y o u p i c k e d m e
The first thing Freddie sees is Sam, all splayed out on the bright couch. Her disheveled curls fan out behind her. She has one leg propped up on the coffee table and the other bent beside her. Fatcake wrappers pepper the floor, the couch, and the table like a minefield of plastic and crumbs. Her head lolls to the side when she hears him enter the room and she flashes him a lazy grin. She takes his breath away—crumbs and all.
He kind of wonders if there's something messed up in his head, because he's in love with her to the point of madness. He answers her grin with a half smile and trudges through the Fatcake remains to plop down beside her.
"Those poor Fatcakes. They never had a chance," he remarks with a throaty chuckle.
"It's a Sam Puckett Day. If they don't get away beforehand, that's their fault," drawls the blonde. Sam started having 'Sam Puckett Days' a few months back, claiming that she was too awesome not to be celebrated.
Freddie is assaulted by the scent of apples that's wafting from her hair. It mixes with the Fatcake smell that had already permeated the air and creates the sweetest aroma that he's ever smelled. He gets a little distracted by it like Sam gets distracted by the muscles he acquired recently, and he stares vacantly in her direction.
"Yo, Fredquiet, you still there?" she inquires, waving her hand in front of his face. "You know I don't like it when you stare at me like a doof, all silent and chizz."
He snaps back into reality and mutters, "Sorry, Sam."
"Mama knows she's irresistible, but c'mon, Fredly. Hold it together," she smirks.
"Yeah, yeah, Sammy. I happen to know you find me every bit as irresistible," he counters, snaking his arm around her with a grin. "After all, you did pick me."
All joking immediately vanishes from her expression and she quietly says, "No, Freddie. You picked me." She is inundated with euphoria as she relives the moment when she realized that she was really his. Underneath all the bickering and name-calling, she deeply cares for him. She's grateful that he realized that and she's grateful that by some miracle he returned the feelings. It took him a while, but he finally got his nerd butt into gear and took charge—y'know, after she sort of shoved lips on his and stuff.
A/N: Yup. Short, sweet, and to the point. Haha. Review, please!