Heeey people! Have a Happy New Years? I know I did. :D Anyways, I have to go back to school soon (sigh), so I might not be able to get as much writing done as I'd like. In the meantime though, keep clicking on that review button! Click till it hurts! (And when it does hurt, use a different finger for the clicking!!)
*****DISCLAIMER***** I don't own iCarly. :(
It was much harder than I thought.
How much harder, you ask? Hard enough for me to wake up on a fire escape at some ungodly hour with no idea of how I'd gotten there. So much harder.
Well, this is just wonderful. I'm sitting on a cold, rickety fire escape - of all places – in the middle of December. In a Girly Cow tank top and shorts. I'd go back to Carly's apartment, only I had no idea where it was, or where to go to get there. So I'm pretty much stuck with two options: climb down and freeze wandering around, or sit up here and freeze. Cheery.
Shivering, I pulled my legs to my chest and huddled up there, glancing around at my surroundings. To the front, all I could see was the back of another building. Behind me, however, was a window. A window! I jumped up and started pounding on the window. Please, I prayed, please let someone be inside.
Eventually, I grew tired form my assault on the window. There didn't seem to be anyone there anyway. I sighed as I leaned up against the glass, wondering what exactly I was going to do now. Amid my musings, I noticed a thermometer hanging on the wall next to my head. Twenty-four degrees – joy. Humph, I snorted, what kind of a dork hangs a thermometer on the outside of their house?
Suddenly, the glass behind me moved, and I fell backwards onto a thickly-carpeted floor. "Sam?" I sat up, looked around, and grimaced. Oh. That kind of dork. "Sam, what were you doing out there?" Freddie asked earnestly, offering me a hand to pull myself up.
"Couldn't tell you even if I wanted to Freddo." I snapped, ignoring his hand as I rose from the floor. He looked at me, worried, and I noticed the Pearpod headphones hanging around his neck. Well that explains why he hadn't heard me.
"Well, how long were you out there? And dressed like that too? You look half frozen." He chided, grabbing a blanket from his bed and wrapping it around my shivering shoulders. Ugh. His bed. I was back in his room again for the second night in a row. Clearly something was wrong with me. Well, besides the whole walking-in-my-sleep thing. "Sam?" Freddie asked again. He was doing it to make sure I was ok, I know, but I was so frustrated at that point I just took it all out on him.
"I don't know Fredward!!" I shouted "I don't know what's going on anymore!" Well, that was true. I really didn't know what was happening to me. Ever since I had let myself admit that I might actually have feelings for him, my life had gotten all topsy-turvy. I shook my head and plopped down on his bed, wrapping myself in the blanket.
His face passed through concern, surprise, a mild hint of anger, and then back to worry. "Shh! You don't want my mom to hear you!"
I snorted. "Please, your mom would probably weep for joy that you actually had a living, breathing girl in your room." Never mind the one who was here last night… I laughed at the look on his face, but it somehow ended up turning into a sneezing fit.
"Sam!" he whisper-yelled, sitting down next to me with concern etched in his features. "Seriously, what were you doing on my fire escape?"
Sighing, I turned to face him. "I told you, I don't know." I deadpanned, trying to avoid his eyes. The way he was looking at me made me uncomfortable. "Last thing I remember, I was asleep at Carls's, and then I woke up here.
"I see." He said, putting on his "problem-solving" face. Like this was a math problem or something. "Well," he muttered to himself, "if you were sleeping, hmm, what did Mrs. Digby say about that today? I'll have to ask her tomorrow…" I let out another sneeze and my shivering grew worse. He noticed, and his eyes softened. "Come here." he prodded, holding his arms open.
"Wha--?" I began, and he rolled his eyes. "Body heat Sam. It'll warm you up faster." My heart was beating out of control, but I moved over and let him wrap his arms around me. I expected it to be awkward - I mean, it was Freddie after all – but he held me so tightly, and he was just so warm. I felt my sleepiness begin to catch up with me, but I also felt, somewhere deep inside, a small bubble of hope begin to form. Hope that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same way I did.
"Freddie?" I looked up at him, content and hopeful, but curious too. "Hmm?" he murmured, smiling down at me.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
He looked surprised, but flashed me another smile. "What are you talking about?" he asked, ruffling my hair a little, and I felt the bubble expand until it filled my whole chest. "We're friends, aren't we?" And the bubble popped.
"Yeah," I sighed into his chest. "We're friends…"
*****WOOT! First fic of the New Year! And not too bad, if I do say so myself. What about you? Clicka-tha-button(-a? lol)!!!