Dabbles by Mixwe

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

"Oven Mitts"

Outside POV:

It was a stormy Seattle day. Freddie was making himself dinner since his mom was away at work. Frozen pizza: not that complicated to whip up. The timer dinged just as a nock sounded from the doorway.

"I'll be right there!" he called to the mystery guest as he slipped oven mitts on his hands and placed the pizza on his counter. He took a few strides to let the person in.

A drenched and white-faced Sam shivered on the other side.

"You knocked on the door." He stated. She never did that. She always barged right in, lock or not.

Slipping past him she dripped all the way to the couch and sat down, staring forward. He looked down at his oven-mitted hands that she hadn't made fun of, then over to the pizza that she hadn't touched. Panic set in.

"Sam, are you okay?" he asked. There was no response except a slight sob that was being fought down. Sam hated that she was crying. That wasn't the only thing, or person, she hated right now.

Freddie wanted to reach out in some way, but he didn't know how. He ventured to the couch to sit next to her. And waited a while, trying to figure out some way to break the ice, or water, that was coating the soaked girl he was staring at.

Her dull and grey eyes connected with his, "Are you still a nice guy?" she checked.

Not knowing where this was going he answered, "I try to be…"

She looked back down and mumbled, "He cheated on me."

A fire lit inside Freddie. He hated that guy from the moment Sam met him. How dare he turn her into this soggy mess, wrecking his mom's couch. "I'll kill him."

"Don't worry I already did." She reassured, shrugging it off, "I left him with Gibby-style trauma."

Freddie chuckled and she tried out a smirk.

A moment passed and the tech-boy nerd, as she always placed him as, became her best friend. He knew the shift and he took his new position, "come here" he told her before they wrapped around each other in an lasting hug.

He held her, shielding her from the world. She felt her anger and hurt melt away, but she held on longer than necessary, just because she wanted to and in case she wouldn't get another chance. When she let go he really looked at her, checking if anything had changed.

She shifted her position and took his hands from her shoulders and held them up. "Are you wearing oven-mitts grandma?" His smile broke out in relief. "Now gimme your pizza."

I really felt like showing the friendship-side of them. Hope you liked. (and sorry for the monstrously long break between the last time I posted anything and now. Can't promise I'll get any better, but sorry.)