Distractions

I don't know… iCarly isn't really my thing. Carly and Sam balance each other out pretty well though.

She was panicking. It started slowly. Her eyes darted around nervously. She wrung her hands in her lap and her leg tapped nervously to what must've been the beat of her heart. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Taptap. Taptaptaptaptaptap. You were a little annoyed by it all but also more than a little distracted. It's a closet. They don't just lock people in like that. There had to be some kind of disengaging system to unlock the door. Somewhere.

You'd been searching for about an hour before she'd started doing any of that though. Together, you'd decided to get her help. Real help. Because her fear of smaller spaces was taking over. A playful morning tickle-fest under the sheets had turned into a scary, for both of you, panic attack. That matched up with you anger issues, was tearing you apart. Without her to balance you out, you'd be nothing. No one. A person not even worth knowing. Watching her be brave enough to seek help was inspiring. Only for her would you ever see a therapist.

So. Her leg's tap tap tapping, you're frustrated, and her breathing is beginning to get a little ragged. The blood is boiling. Both of yours-and not in a good way. You lean against the wall next to her and press the heels of you palms against your eyes and let out a long, deep sigh. That's when you notice it. Notice her. At first you weren't quite sure, what with the dim lighting and all, but it soon became rather clear to you what was going on.

Slowly, you moved in front of her, wrapped your arms around her. Gently, you pulled her close. Murmured a quiet "relax" and a "let me take care of you" into her ear. Again, slowly and gently, you press her against the wall and use your finger to tilt her face towards yours. Align both of your lips. Press them together. Savor the weak-kneed sigh that somehow manages to slip between you and the way she relaxes in your arms.

With your eyes closed, you almost can't tell that you're in a closet. With her lips on yours, you can get lost in the sensations. Forget about the way the room gets warm faster than it should. Forget how every single noise echoes back in your ears. Noises that you've never heard before. The walls have never been so close. You're hands and your chest tighten at the same time. Somehow, she knows and her hands slide comfortingly over your back and shoulders. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding and allow her to be in control. Allow yourself to get lost in the soothing promise that she's offering you. To surrender to the sweet bliss of pretending to be in another place. Of letting her take you where you want to be. Where she knows you want to be.

At some point, the door opens. The way the cool air floods the tiny room fills your lungs with laughter. You can't help looking at the janitor like he's the best thing you've ever seen in your life. You smile charmingly and reach for her hand. As much as you want to run around the halls like you've just gulped down a bunch of energy drinks, if it weren't for her, you're pretty sure you wouldn't have your sanity. Her eyes tell you just how much it means to her that she came before fresh air. They tell you tons of things. Things she's never said and things she's said before. Things that make you wonder who you'd be without her. You're smile softens at the thought. It's one she's voiced before. One that shows you just how much you mean to her. Just how much she loves you.

"Thanks, Sam."

"It was nothing." My pleasure.

It's short, I know, but I feel like I say so much more with so much less using second person. Hope you liked it.