Disclaimer: Don't own the show or the people.
Warnings: Cam fluffyness.
Note: Sorry it's so short. First iCarly fic and all.
Sam's tired.
Her body feels like it's made of lead as she crashes on Carly's couch. Even her blood felt heavy. She let her eyelids close as the noise of the shower head spitting water echoes the apartment. Her kneecaps throb and her fingertips twitch. It's a good tired - one where you just know that when you fall asleep, it'll be dark and heavy and dreamless.
But there's an ache in her chest that she never felt before and it hurts a little bit, but more than that, it's telling her something. There's an exhaustion inside of her that's newly blooming, and in her slumber-thick mind, she can only put two and two together and realize she's tired inside. The constant knowledge that people expect nothing from her at all - nothing productive, nothing helpful, nothing thoughtful. To know that she was just a boulder in people's paths that just won't go away - it's tiring.
Carly ends up taking a quick shower, and steps into the living room in a thick pink robe with her dark hair sticking to her pale cheeks. Sam watches her rumage for something in the fridge, and from the look in her large, brown eyes, Sam can tell that Carly's also in a sleepy yet giddy trance.
"What do you wanna eat?" Carly asks softly, piling bread, tomatoes, lettuce, and other sandwich ingrediants on the counter.
Sam shakes her head, swallowing hard. "That's fine, Carls. I'm not hungry." She couldn't tell if she slurred everything together, or if her mouth even moved at all.
The dark haired girl takes out a carton of juice, quirking her eyebrow. "I've literally never heard you say that before," she chuckled, more to herself.
Sam doesn't reply and Carly feels her humorous, light mood fall off her shoulders as fast as the water from her hair. Taking two cups of juice with her, she walks beside Sam's exhausted figure on the couch, and sets them on the coffee table. Then she pushes the blonde's leg out of the way to make room for her to sit, and touches her arm.
"Sam?" Carly almost whispers.
Her eyes slowly flutter open to meet the other girl's, and they're void. "What's wrong?" Sam asks, noting the concern in her best friend's eyes.
There's just so many things Carly wants to say right that moment - that she wants her to be happy, that seriousness doesn't look good on her, that she's been noticing how different Sam's been acting lately and she wants it to stop.
But all Carly says is, "You know I love you, right?"
A small smile appears on Sam's lips quicker than Carly had time to blink. "Just as much as I love you?" she asks gently, teasing.
"More."
Sam feels the weight being lifted from her ribcage slowly, just as the foreign weight of Carly's head settles on it.
And nothing ever felt better.