This is my first time posting on this site so im a little nervous.
summary: Sam comes and visits her favorite nub at night but is there more than meets the eye?
Disclaimer: I TOTALLY own icarly {Dan Schneider busts out my closet like the evil monkey on Family Guy and just points} ok i totally dont own Icarly :(
Freddie Benson is a good son who listens to his mother. He takes regular tick baths, makes sure he signs the double shampoo contract and is always promptly in bed by 10:30 and asleep through the night even when his mom works night shifts at the hospital. His Tuesday night followed that pattern, until an unexpected call at 2:30 in the morning.
"Whip it. Whip it good" Freddie takes the pillow from over his head and blindly gropes the air in the direction of the annoying ringtone. Cursing himself because he knows only one person has that ringtone
"Hello" he says groggily into the receiver.
"Freddork how's it hanging"
"Sam why the hell are you calling me at-" he looks at his clock "2:30 in the morning"
"That's no way to talk to momma"
"sam"
"Do you have ham"
"Sam"
"Hah Sam rhymes with ham. Maybe that's why I like it so much"
"SAM!"
"you know you sound kind of sexy when you yell my name like that Freduchini. The way you pout your little nub lips kinda ruins if for me though"
"How do you know I was pouting my-" a tap at his window answers his question. There on the fire escape is the woman who sends his heart racing (with fear of course). The reason why he listens to his overbearing mother for fear that she is his punishment if he ever tries to rebel a little. He'd take tick baths over beating any day. She's wearing jeans and one of her many hoodies over her head blocking out the majority of her face.
"Sam why the hell are you outside my window"
"waiting for you to open it and let me in obviously" she rolls her eyes
He hesitates wondering if he could just lay back in bed and figure out this was all some dream
"And no this isn't a dream. Im really here now let me in before I take matters into my own hands " she says rather darkly
Hes at the window in two long strides
"took you long enough dork" she stumbles to the bed "Galaxy Wars bed sheets still. Dude grow a pair"
He rolls his eyes noticing the smell of alcohol that has permeated into the air.
"Sam have you been drinking"
She smirks "so what if I have been. Nothing's wrong with a little visit from my friends mr. cuervo and Belvidere and Hennessey and…" she's stopped counting out loud but keeps moving her fingers like she's still counting but forgot to actually say something
"Sam what's the matter" he says as he walks over to his blonde headed demon. She's stopped counting and is now looking at him with a look he can't quite make out. He hesitantly moves closer to her "sam are are you okay?" he squeaks out the last of that sentence as sam continues to stare with what he has decided to classify as anger. She grabs him by his shirt and he begins to get in a defensive stance to try and block the fury of sams LIPS?
Before he can even really comprehend what's going on he feels his body turn against him. He considers it just a moment of weakness as his hands begin to softly hold on to her waist. He thinks it must be a momentary lapse in judgment as he begins to follow her to the bed. Their lips never disengaging from one anothers. As she gently pushes (Sam gentle?) him on the bed his mind starts to work again. His conscience is in a head to head battle with his….manly parts about whether what he's doing is right. She may have started the kiss but she's not in her right mind. She's drunk. She's not thinking straight. She's confused. She's….nibbling on his ear.
He grunts as he realizes he's nowhere nearly strong enough to resist sam (is he ever stronger than sam) and begins to heat the kiss up. He asks her mouth to allow his tongue entrance and is barely able to stop himself from flipping them over when he hears her let out a soft moan. When he starts to apply more force to her stomach where his hands are grasping onto he hears another whimper. But this one is different. It sounded almost like she was in pain. That instantly gave his conscience the strength to stop what he was doing.
He sits up on the bed with sam still straddling his lap. This close to each other and with the help of the moonlight he can see her face. He expected to see the glassy eyes. What he didn't expect to see were that her eyes were puffy. That made it almost rational when he discovered the mascara running down her pale cheeks.
As if she just realizes they're that close she quickly jumps off of him and makes her way to the window.
"So I guess there's no ham here so I'm just gonna go" she tries to laugh a little to ease the tension but it's obviously forced.
That seems to snap Freddie out of his daze and he quickly grabs her before she can start climbing out the window.
'Sam what are you not telling me?"
"What do you mean Fredinator?"
"Sam you know exactly what I mean. Why were you crying"
This seems to set her off "Momma doesn't cry" she says as she begins to bring her hands into attack mode
"Sam cut the shit. I can see it in your face. You've been crying
"You see nothing nub"
"Why won't you just tell me what's wrong Sam "
"There's nothing to worry about!" she seems to be shaking with anger now
"Then why are you here!" he yells now just as angry. You come to my house at 2 in the morning and won't tell me what's wrong. You kiss me and then get mad when I'm confused?"
She just looks at him kind of nervous because she's never seen him so angry before. "Fre-"she starts to say as an attempt to calm him down but is quickly cut off
"Can it Puckett. I can't take this anymore. Were supposed to be friends but you always seem to leave me out of things. If you wanna go then go. I'm not going to stop you" as if to prove it he goes and sits on his bed refusing to look at her.
She stares at him biting her lip unsure of what to do. All the yelling has sobered her up and now she begins to feel the pain she tried so hard to drink away. She sits down on the floor and brings her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs as if to create a protective barrier around herself.
At the sound of her movement he begins to look at her through the corner of his eye. He didn't realize it was possible for the woman who tormented his life to ever look small, but seeing her trying to cocoon herself away from the world that's exactly what she looks like.
"I-I need a place to stay for the night." She says so low he would've missed it had he not have become so attentitive to her over these last few moments.
"I was going to go to carlys but-" she has to swallow an imaginary lump in her throat knowing this is one of the hardest things she'll ever have to say. "..i just didn't want to be alone"
He then remembers that Carly and Spencer are out of town for the weekend. They left him an extra key but he felt weird being in the apartment knowing they wouldn't be home for a while. He wants to ask her questions about why she needs a place to stay or why she decided to get so drunk or even why she seemed to be in pain a few moments ago but decides against it. Being friends with Sam for so long has taught him that she doesn't share easily. And that it must've been really hard for her to have even said that much.
He gets up and moves toward his closet. She seems to follow his every move wondering what he's going to do. Whether or not she should just leave. He comes out of the closet with a fresh pillowcase and a pair of shorts and a shirt for her to change in.
"Here I'll take the floor" with that he goes to lay down by his nightstand without another word.
She silently makes her way to the bathroom to wash away the dried runny makeup and change into her pajamas for the night. She averts her eye from the large bruise on her stomach hoping to pretend it doesn't exist. She makes her way to the bed and looks down at a sleeping Freddie. She smiles a little knowing that he realizes she must be a little embarrassed at the situation and has kept quiet to try and ease her tension. She pulls the covers over her and says one thing before letting her tired eyes rest for the night.
"Thanks Nub"
I left it with questions left unanswered because i kind of like the mystery of the situation and i dont think Sam would be willing to show any more weakness then she thinks shes showed already. i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you guys like reading it. Leave me a review telling me what you liked and even what you dislike so if i ever feel the urge of fanfiction again i'll have a little more confidence. Who knows i might even write a sequal.