A/N: a quick lil iCarly fic. Sorry. Just had this on my mind…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Freddie slammed the door to Carly and Spencer's apartment behind him. His face was sore and he was tired, muscles worn from standing around on the court earlier. "Hey…" He collapsed onto the couch in the center of the room.
She turned to see him laying on her couch, his eye blackened by… well, she had no idea what, but it sure as heck didn't look good. "Oh my gosh! Freddie, what happened?" Carly darted to the couch and fell on it, tracing Freddie's bruised face. Then her face froze. "Where were you anyways?"
"Tennis."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "You play tennis?"
He gave a shrug. His eye was still really sore. Terribly sore and most likely swelling. He wished he had frozen meat or something. "I figured it was less dangerous than basketball or soccer or baseball or lacrosse."
Carly nodded. It was less dangerous. He had a point. "And you have a black eye… because?"
Freddie sighed and frowned. "A kid randomly came to the courts and hit me with a baseball bat."
"So baseball really is more dangerous, isn't it?" asked Carly.
"WHO BRINGS A BASEBALL BAT TO A TENNIS COURT?"
A/N: ahahaa. Sorry. Randomness for the day. Review please!
~Sky