A/N: I give you the product of major writer's block…
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Boring, right?
I was staring at the TV in Freddie's living room. It was tiny. When I say tiny, I mean like a three inch screen. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating, but the point remains, it was way smaller than I was used to.
And, it only got like three channels. Mrs. B. blocked the rest. "UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!" I groaned, "How do you live with that lady?!" I screeched though Freddie was on the couch next to me.
"Hey, she is my…Yeah, I don't know."
"Fredward, are you talking to yourself, again? I'm going to have to tell Suzan about that. It's starting to worry me," his insane mother stated from her room.
I gave Freddie a questioning look. "Suzan's my..." He hesitated. "…my psychiatrist." I wanted to burst out laughing, but I kept a relatively straight face. Sort of.
"Okay…Why do you have a psychiatrist?"
"My mom's crazy." Obviously.
"Freddie-by, please, stop talking to yourself. You're worrying Mommy!" I heard from the other room. She's insane…"Okay, I'm going to go to my aerobics class. I'll be back in a few hours. Remember, don't play with the matches…or any sharp objects! Bye, Sweetie!" And, with that, she was out the door.
"She's gone," I stated.
"Yeah. So…"
"So…"
"So…This is awkward."
"Really?" I questioned sarcastically.
"So, you never told me why you came to my house when you realized you were invisible." Freddie started.
"Well, I guess I didn't think Carly would want to see me. And, my mom didn't really care. So, that left you."
"That's nice. I feel special."
"It was also because I…I liked you." What did I have to lose?
"You did?" Okay, so I had a lot to lose.
"Yeah…I did." I can honestly say I was scared about his response.
He smiled. That was a good sign. Then, he leaned in and kissed my lips.
"Does this mean you like me, too?" He kissed me again. I don't usually go for that cliché stuff. I didn't believe you saw fireworks, and I didn't believe you felt sparks.
But, I've been wrong before.
A/N: I didn't like it. But, I had to write something. Like I said, I have EXTREME WRITER'S BLOCK. UGH!!!! R & R. Plus, until I find another language to say good-bye in, I'll be repeating them. So, au revoir, SheriffBoB.