Distraction is back with another feelsy edition of iCarly. Shall we?

Disclaimer: iCarly does not belong to me.

-Disgust-

So they were dating—that was a thing now. Disgusting.

And, yes, she had dated Freddie before, but that had been way way way different. She might have even actually liked the boy, if only just a little.

But that like was nothing compared to the all-encompassing butterfly-stomach-storm/heart-racing/palms-sweating combo she experienced every time she even looked at her best friend, Carly Shay.

Pathetic... And also disgusting.

Sam scowled, drumming her heels against the side of the armchair she was draped across and hunkering down against the pillows she had created a nest out of. Unfortunately, they smelled like Carly and that wasn't making things much better.

She had been sulking for the past hour, just mulling over how unfair the world was and how much she disliked herself for the feelings that whirled chaotically beneath her breast. Fortunately Spencer had gone out garbage-collecting, so she was alone in the Shays' apartment—because, despite hating seeing her best friends giggling and giving each other puppy-dog eyes, she hated being home with her mother even more.

But only by a small margin.

She was so lost in her moodiness that she missed the sound of someone approaching until a familiar voice asked, "Sam, why are you sitting here in the dark?"

She'd find a way to squish those stupid butterflies if it killed her. Their stupid antics were beginning to make her feel ill.

The blonde averted her gaze as the light overhead clicked on, growling, "Ugh. Carls, shut that off. I have a headache." A lie, of course. But Sam had begun to lose track of her lies by now—to her friends and most of all to herself.

"Oh, sorry." Darkness. Comforting darkness. But rather than retreat, the brunette's footsteps got closer and Sam felt a warm hand rest on her forehead. "Can I get you anything?"

So sweet… The older girl sighed, forgetting herself and leaning into the contact. Her best friend really did have a heart of gold.

'Too bad that heart belongs to a chatty, nerdy little boy with a psychotic mother.'

The thought jerked her back to reality and she tensed. "No. Thanks."

"Alright…" Was it just her or did the girl sound put out? When she peeked, Carly was smiling as charmingly as ever. "I'm going out with Freddie for a bit. Call me if you need anything."

Her… Him… Together? Her stomach flip-flopped and, suddenly, she wanted to punch something.

She curled her fingers into fists, but she denied herself the pleasure of letting it fly. "… Have fun."

Somehow, it felt as though she was giving away part of herself by letting Carly walk through that door and staring at the brunette's back as she left made something twist painfully within her gut. The moment Carly's footsteps faded and the front door closed, the blonde scrubbed at her eyes, removing any trace of the hopelessness that had gripped her heart like a giant, icy fist.

"Pull yourself together, idiot."

Disgusting.