AN: It's a little out of character but give me a break. I was half asleep when I wrote it. So just go with it.
Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a magical place where I owned iCarly. Then I woke up.
"Oh, come on!" Sam screamed at the vending machine.
"Just gimme my fat cake!" When the machine didn't dispense her snack she kicked it a few times before turning around. When she turned around she was not greeted by a pleasant sign.
Standing a few feet away was Freddie. Her boyfriend. What made her ball up her fists and narrow her eyes was Shannon, who was making eyes at Freddie from afar. After a few protests, giggles, and encouraging words from her friends she dared to approach him. But she froze, wide eyed, for a moment before starting walking backwards when she saw Sam. Who was currently holding the handle with one hand and lightly tapping her open palm with the other end.
Freddie turned around to see the source of Shannon's fear: Sam. He smiled at his girlfriends' behavior before walking over to her.
"Hey."
"Hey." She replied still glaring. When he gave her a questioning look she explained.
"What is with all these girls flirting with you?!? I mean why would they want to? You're a dork!"
Freddie thought her jealousy cute at first but when he noticed the worried look on her face his opinion changed. Changed when she had that very rare, un-Sam like moment of vulnerability.
"But you're my dork." She said softly and Freddie could tell she was actually worried about him flirting back. He knew she worried but she didn't have to.
Freddie leaned down and kissed her.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Mmm-hmm." She said eyes with her eyes still closed.
"You don't have anything to worry about." He said entwining their hands and bringing them up to her face.
"You see this finger?" He held her index up. "You have me wrapped around it."
Sam took pulled her hands away from his and punched him in the arm.
"It better stay that way Benson!" She said firmly, but a small smirk was on her face.
She still worried, but she didn't have to. After all it was her finger he was wrapped around.
AN: Yes, no, maybe? Review. Please.