I know that this has probably been done before, but I couldn't help but want to take a crack at it. ;D Each chapter is based upon a randomly selected word I get from a generator. And listen, please, I know the title sucks but I really can't think of a good one. So, if you don't mind, could y'all give me some ideas? Should I keep the title or do you have something better for this? And BTW, title may change to T later.
Anyways, I hope you like this.
Oh, and yeah, I don't own iCarly. This is FANfiction site, if you didn't know.
A series of moments shared between Ridgeway's infamous bully and the tech-weenie. Filled with drabble-ish, oneshot-y goodness.
iGet Promoted
Word: Promotion
I couldn't help, but let this light groan escape my lips as Sam's fingertips brushed against my bare kneecap, circling it a few times before coming to rest upon it, gently rubbing it with her thumb. Carly shot me a confused look as I let out another forbidden soft grunt that could be considered a partial moan, if someone was really analyzing the situation.
I gave her a reassuring smile, telling her that everything was alright. Nothing wrong with me. Oh, except the fact that I'm confused beyond reason because why would Sam Puckett, of all people, be touching me like this? But it's not like I didn't enjoy it, it was just that it was out of the blue, and, well, weird that she'd actually be doing this to me.
Carly was lucky that this tantalizing action that Sam was doing to me was hidden underneath the table, from her usual all-seeing eyes, because then she'd be as confused as I was, and that would definitely not help the situation, at all.
My eyes moved to the right, looking to Sam without actually moving my head, only to come meet her intense gaze and mischievous, lazy smirk. And then I knew why she was doing this. She was telling me something, and I couldn't help but let a grin spread from ear to ear at what she was informing me of.
To Sam, I had always been the dork, the tech-weenie, the nub. And I thought that that was all I'd considered to be to her. Well, that was, until today.
Now, I had been promoted, I believe, to her dork, her tech-weenie, and her nub.
I placed my hand upon Sam's and she froze for a moment, until I began to intertwine our fingers, one-by-one, thereby accepting my promotion with promising, satisfactory guaranteed, squeeze.
So, yeah. I know that that wasn't very humorous, but I'll try to get more wit into the next one. What did you think? Should I continue this? Reviews are more than welcomed~