Title: Understanding.
Author: InvisibleMeatball.
Rating: Wow, this could actually be rated K. I'm so proud, I didn't cuss!
Pairings: GEE I WONDER. Sam/Freddie
Length: Extremely short, 500 words?
Disclaimer: Like, omigod, no WAY would I own something, like, as, like… totally cool as iCarly! I'm just, like, a teenage girl! (overkill?)
Summary:. Sam likes to fool herself into thinking she's not insecure. Seddie.
You're playing a stupid game outside Ben & Jerry's, waiting for him to come back with your ice cream. Balancing cautiously, you jump three feet forward on your right foot, then two feet back with your left. Three feet forward again, two feet back, you move along the curb slowly, only to collide with him as he exits the shop. You both fall, landing with a tiny thud.
Instead of yelling like he would have a year ago, he laughs and helps you up. He hands you your ice cream, which has somehow survived the fall, and you dig in without saying thank you.
But he understands. You suppose he's gotten pretty good at understanding you lately.
He and you both sit on the curb, waving lazily at the odd car that drives by every once in a while. It's quiet between you, but you like it, and you think he understands that, too.
You're overwhelmed by an unfamiliar sense of belonging and nestle into his shoulder, an uncommon gesture of affection from you. He smiles happily, surprised, stroking your hair. You wonder insecurely if he gets fed up with you sometimes, how you never tell him you love him, how you never touch unless to kiss, how you never treat him how he treats you.
But then again, you muse, maybe he understands why you never do any of that. Maybe he doesn't get fed up, because he actually loves you that much.
Or maybe he's too scared to break up with you, because then you'd break his arm. (And you would, but honestly, only because you'd be so hurt.)
He breaks the silence with that safe, deep voice of his, and says aloud how much he loves being around you.
You voice something about how you're just awesome like that and finish your ice cream with a slurp. Meanwhile you're thinking the same thing about him, how nice of a break he is when your mom is being insufferable and Carly's being neurotic and teachers are threatening to actually call the police when you do something illegal.
You can feel his smile against your hair and pause, thinking. You kinda want to say something about your feelings for him, but you're way too guarded. If, for some reason or another, you find out later he was never serious, then he will taunt you to no end, sneering about how you actually fell for it. For him.
Or, says this new voice in your head, maybe he does love you.
As if he can read your thoughts, he murmurs that he hates you, which sends your insides into a minor jolt of confusion for a millisecond until you remember what that means to the two of you.
You're about to scoff something witty when you get this weird, squirmy feeling.
Maybe he does love you.
"Well, maybe you hate me," you say softly, "but I think I kinda like you, nub."
You're not sure if he gets it, but to you, this is telling him all that gushy, boyfriend and girlfriend stuff you've held back before. As in, he is the reason you are still alive. He is what you look forward to. And you love him.
He smiles, kisses your forehead lightly, and gives you the rest of his ice cream.
He understands.
A/N: Eh, I think it's kinda OOC. It flowed okay for a random burst of creativity, though. Green button. Tell me if I'm wrong or right.