Sam had always been proud of her eyes. She liked to brag about the wonderful feeling of being different. She would rant about how absolutely boring brown eyes were and loved to taunt Freddie about his eyes.
"Why are your eyes so boring Fredhead?" she said loudly during one of their numerous arguments.
"My eyes are not boring Puckett, they're brown. So what?" Freddie said defensively. Sam rolled her "perfectly beautiful eyes" and snorted.
"Oh come on, brown eyes are so common. I think more people should have blue eyes like me." she said.
"Just because eyes are brown, doesn't automatically make them boring." Freddie said hotly. He stood up off the couch and glared down at Sam who yawned widely.
"Yes it does Benson. Now move, you're blocking the TV."
"What about Carly?" Freddie shot at her, "Carly's eyes are brown."
"So? I don't make fun of Carly because she's my friend." Sam said simply. She kicked Freddie's leg and made him fall onto the couch. He glared and huffed angrily. Sam started to chuckled but stopped abruptly. She slapped her hand over her eye and gasped.
"What's wrong now?" Freddie said, rolling his eyes. Sam stood up, keeping her hand over her left eye.
"Uhh, nothing. Nothing's wrong! Everything is awesome!" she laughed nervously.
"Are you sure?" Freddie said skeptically.
"Totally sure. Say, there's a mirror in the iCarly studio right?" Sam asked.
"Uhh, yeah I think so but-"
"Thanks!" Sam cut him off and sprinted up the stairs. He stared after her and shook his head. He pushed himself off the couch and started to go up the stairs. When he made it up to the studio, he saw Sam in front of a mirror messing with her eye. He crept up behind her, out the mirror's reflection. She was putting something in her eye and adjusting it carefully.
"What's up?" Freddie said casually. Sam nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped whatever she was holding up to her eye.
"What're you doing up here?" She said stiffly. Her hand was covering her left eye.
"Something wrong with your eye?" he said, moving closer to her.
"Nope! My eye is perfectly fine. Nothing weird here! You wanna go back downstairs?" she sad with an anxious tone. Freddie put his hand over her's and began to move it away from her eye. She flinched, debating whether to stop him or not. She relaxed and let him remove her trembling hand away from her eye. Something wet and sticky plopped onto Freddie's arm. He picked up a contact lens and examined it. Sam looked away.
"It's mine." She said softly. Freddie looked at her in bewilderment. One of her eyes was brown and the was blue. She sighed and took out the other contact to reveal two light cinnamon colored eyes.
"Sam…you're eyes." Freddie gasped. Sam looked at the carpet, ashamed.
"Just say it." She said dejectedly.
"They're beautiful." Freddie breathed. Sam looked at him in surprise.
"Beautiful?" She said in marvel. Freddie nodded. He wasn't lying, they were the perfect shade of light brown.
"Why are you ashamed of these?" Freddie said in amazement.
"I always thought brown was too common." She admitted.
"No, brown is the most beautiful color there is." Freddie smiled. It really was.
You know I love those one-shots! (I added the fluff in there as a bonus). No, I don't think Sam really has brown eyes, I prefer her with blue eyes. I was just thinking about how most people don't appreciate how beautiful brown eyes can be. They're too focused on blue or green y'know.
I'm proud of my brown eyes! And if you have them, you should be proud too! There's nothing boring about having brown eyes!