Hello there. I have extreme writer's block, which is not cool. I am also sick, which is equally uncool. So I guess I kinda fail. Group aw. So, I managed to squeeze this chapter past my block. Sorry if its crap, it's five in the morning and I am coughing my brains out. =-)
Disclaimer- not to my knowledge do I own Icarly.
"Sam, you awake?" Freddie asked the darkness.
"Yeah, can't sleep." Sam answered.
"Why not?" Freddie asked.
"Well, it's a little something called throbbing pain in my leg and hand. Gee, who could have done that?" Freddie shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry, about everything." Freddie said again, even though Sam had already been forced to forgive him.
"Yeah, me too." Sam said.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"I'm sorry that I always hit you and stuff."
"No, because tomorrow you'll do it again." Freddie knew that there was a reason she was apologizing, and he thought that it was so he would put his guard down. How wrong he was.
"Yeah, but I needed to start fresh."
"So, you're still going to hit me, right?"
"Yeah, it'd be to weird if I didn't." Sam's voice was slurred; she was so tired.
"I guess you're right."
"Yep."
"So you still can't sleep?" Freddie asked the darkness.
"Nope, it hurts." Sam moaned.
"Wow, never thought I'd see the day that Sam Puckett couldn't sleep."
"Yeah, don't get used to it."
"I guess it's kinda my fault." Freddie said.
"Duh."
"You pushed me to the edge though."
"You pushed me down the stairs."
"Tussah" (okay, I know that's not how you spell it, but its close enough.)
Okay, I need to say a few things, all right? One, I just watched ispeed date all the way through. AW!!! That was not cool. Not cool at all. Two, I'm SO SORRY that I haven't updated in like a month, but posted a new story, that was mean of me =-( This chapter doesn't really have a purpose, but it was kinda fun to write. Oh, this took me five times writing like five pages and then erasing all of them. Fail.
See that little button? It would make Sam happy if you clicked it!!!!