So, my first iCarly fic. I'm keeping it a one-shot for now, but if people ask me to extend it, I might. Please review! This is how I would have ended 'Intervention'.
Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own. Sad, huh?
Carly and Freddie leaned against opposite walls in the hall of the apartment building.
He's gotten cuter, and his voice is deep. WAY deep. she thought, twisting her hair on her finger.
"Ummm..." she started.
"Yeah?" Freddie asked, unaware that she was nervous.
"You wanna come over and watch a movie? 'Exposed' is gonna be on," she said, smiling shyly.
"That'd be cool," he said, thinking she was inviting him because they both had a strange obsession with mermeids.
They walked in to find Spencer gone.
Carly popped some popcorn and turned on the TV, to find they were right on time.
By the end of the movie, exhaustion had overcome them, and they were asleep on the couch with Carlt's head on Freddie's shoulder and his on her head.
She woke up and blinked a few times, carefully, moving from Freddie.
"Freddie!" she whispered.
He jolted awake. "Yeah?"
"We fell asleep," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Yeah," he said, looking at his watch. It read 12:32 a.m. "I gotta go. Night," he said, walking for the door.
"Night," she said, following him.
They now stood in the hallway, face to face.
Suddenly, his kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Night," he repeated, going to his door.
She smiled. "Night."
A/N: Yuck! It's sickeningly sick. Yuck. Review please.
