...Moustache romance...
"Can I touch it?"
"Not now Sam."
"Ok, how about now?"
"The answer hasn't changed in the last 5 seconds."
"Please?"
"Wow, you actually said please! Good for you!" Freddie said proudly patting her head.
"Don't patronise me Fredbeard. Can I touch your moustache now?"Sam begged.
"Nope. Why are you so interested in it?" he asked, slouching on a beanbag in the icarly studio.
"My dad used to have a moustache you know."Sam replied sitting beside him.
"Oh good, I thought you were going to say your mom had one."Freddie said smirking. Sam ignored him and continued.
"He was always so proud of his 'tache. When I was younger, he would pick me up and we'd pretend his moustache a furry pet named Charles that lived on his face." Sam said softly, her mouth curling up into a smile at the memory. "That's where I got the idiot cowgirl sketch idea from."
"You don't talk about your dad much, do you?" Freddie asked gently, quietly studying Sam.
"Nope, and I'm not going to start now." Sam said getting up. "I am gonna go home. My mom wants me to shave her toes." She shuddered. "Enjoy recalibrating the icarly website or whatever it is you do here."
"You know you can always talk to me about anything, Sam." Freddy said.
"Why would I talk to a complete nerd like you?" Sam said, but she was smiling slightly.
"You've been talking to me a lot lately." Freddie commented standing up to face her.
"That's just cause of your new facial feature. You're still the dork I like to pick on." She said flicking his shoulder with her finger.
"You really expect to believe you only like my company because I have a hairy face?" Freddie asked taking a step closer.
"Yes I do Freddichini." Sam said looking up at him.
"Really?" Freddie repeated, taking another step forward so they were only inches apart.
"Yeah." Sam said, but her voice faltered.
"You can touch my moustache now." Freddie said, Sam closed her eyes and leaned in to close the gap between them-
"Hey you guys!" Spencer said loudly bounding into the room. Sam and Freddie jumped back quickly, their faces reddening from embarrassment. "Who wants to play 'What Am I?', I got the Mexican version!"
Greetings!
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