* Hello all! This one's going to be a little weird and shorter and it'll seem incomplete but, it is. I didn't want to describe the whole iCarly episode, I might in the next chapter but I basically just wanted to get the ideas out there. Anyway, enjoy :) Review (: Make a great day – Ariel *
Sam awoke the next morning earlier than usual. She wearily opened her eyes and looked around her. The hell am I? She wondered as she rubbed her eyes but avoided having to sit up.
She looked at the sheets on the bed she was laying in and looked around the room.
Freddie.
Yesterday's events flooded back through her mind and Sam remembered why, and how, she had ended up waking up in Fredward Benson's bed.
She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but the door to Freddie's bathroom opened. Freddie walked out of his bathroom shirtless, as in, wearing only a pair of jeans. He had white earphones stuck in his ear so he didn't hear Sam's gasp.
The HELL! When did Fredweiner get so... Buff? Ab-like? Sam tried to think of a way to desribe how muscular and strong Freddie looked. Even thought she could only see his back, she knew. Has he been working out? EW! Why was I not notified of this change to his figure?
Damn. I need a man with a piece of that! I mean, DAMN. Sam grinned in approval as she followed the cord to his earphones down to his front pocket. She bit her lip, Wait, why am I even looking at Fredgeek?
She was still looking, but trying very hard not to stare, when he turned around. Sam's eyes widened as she took in his torso and abs. He was at a very nice point with it; As to where there is plenty of muscle, but not too much to make him look like one of those awkward infomercial dudes. There was also just little enough to make him very warm and soft, and comfortable as he slept.
His eyes also widened and he stood there, dumbfounded. When he finally re-entered reality, he smirked as Sam took him in. Morning and Night workouts really did help. He nodded to himself but kept up his smirk at Sam.
"See somethin' ya like, Puckett?" He teased, smirking.
She glared and sat up. Well this is way past embarassing. This is just wrong; I'd be okay getting caught staring at a football player or something but... Freddalupa? Hell no.
"No. You just have something on your face," She defended herself, holding her chin up a little bit higher.
Psh, Yeah right. So whatever's on my face caused you to drool like that? He thought, shaking his head and smiling.
"Really? What is it?" He challenged. She was quick to reply,
"A pillow," And she hurled a pillow at his face. He retaliated quickly, picking up the pillow and throwing it back at her.
She started to throw it again, but he blocked her by going over to his bed to grab another pillow. (He sleeps with A LOT of pillows.)
Within minutes, they were both sitting on the bed, pummeling each other with pillows. They were having fun, laughing and smiling and all happy. Sam's problems were forgotten for the moment.
Sam had all the pillows on her side and Freddie had to think of a quick way to get her. He reached over and started tickling her all over her sides and stomachs; he knew that was her tickle spot. She threw the pillow across the room and fell back, laughing so hard it hurt.
Sam's sides and stomach were very bony and Freddie was shocked that they were still ticklish since it practically skin and bones. He continued tickling her though, enjoying her happiness for the moment.
I never realized how much she stopped laughing. I almost forgot how her laugh sounded. Freddie thought, listening to her laugh; the bell sound and noting the way she sounded happier than she's been in quite a while. Is it me? Or just the tickle spot? Freddie wondered, smiling wider for no apparent reason.
In their current posistion, Freddie is leaning over her, tickling her as she laughed slapped at his arms, but didn't put up much of a struggle.
She kicked one of his legs and he fell on top of her. Their heads were so close; their lips only inches apart. Freddie looked into her eyes; those blue eyes, just like the ocean. It's like I'm swimming in them... He unknowingly leaned down a little bit, caught in her spell. He looked at her face; her blonde curls lay all around her, a few strays peaking out and some falling in her face. Her lips looked impossibly pink and soft, and moist. It was like they were pulling him in, kiss me, kiss me, they screamed. He pulled his hand out from underneath his stomach and pushed some of the stray hair out of her face.
Her skin tingled where his hand had made contact with her face. She was brought back to the memory of those same hands touching her stomach; the heat and tingle they leave on her skin.
And just like that, her walls have fallen. They haven't went all the way down, but far enough to lean toward him, their lips almost touching...
And then his phone rings, and her walls fly right back up. He sighs and gets off of her. She stays frozen. Did... Did that just happen? Did I just almost kiss Freddweirdo?... Sam thinks. She can't move, so she watches.
Watches as he slowly gets off of the bed and walks over to his desk, checking the caller ID before pressing the button and holding the phone up to his ear.
"Hello." He asks. There is a silence as the person on the other side of the line replies.
"Yeah, I can go er... find, her." He glances at Sam and her frozen, and unsure, posistion. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. His chocolatey and warm eyes, trying to push past her hard, guarded, blue as the ocean, eyes. The person replies.
"Yeah, okay... two hours. Okay" They reply.
"Okay see you then, Bye." He presses the red button withtout looking away from her eyes. They sit in silence for a while. She then realizes that he could sit like this all day, and she has a feeling she could too. SO she breaks the silence.
"What was that about?" She asks, looking away from his gaze and picking at a loose piece of thread sticking out of the blanket underneath her.
"That was Carly," He says slowly, she can see him watching her out of the corner of her eye, "She wants to do an iCarly dress rehearsal in..." He glances at his bedside alarm clock, "One hour and Fifty-Three minutes."
She is silent, pretending to be 'very interested' in picking the little thread off of the blanket.
He rises from the bed, and walks over to his bathroom door. He disappears inside and Sam waits for him to return again. She absently picks at the thread, letting her mind wander. She thinks about iCarly, they'll only be able to do it for a little while longer, they're already seventeen and Carly and Freddie plan on going to college. Sam hasn't decided what to do after high school yet, Freddie and Carly say she should hurry and bring her grades up, do good on the SATs and go to college. Sam wants to have a cool job though, like a spacewoman or a wrestler, or maybe a racecar driver... She just doesn't want to do some pussy-whipped job like a 'teacher' or a 'baker' or some shit like that.
She's still thinking about iCarly and the future, when Freddie walks back into the room. He is holding a large towel, a small towel, and her favorite shampoo.
She looks at the items, then goes back to concentrating on the thread.
He speaks, "You can shower in here, I'll go to my mom's bathroom. She's working overtime this week so she won't be home for a while. There's soap and all that already in there. Don't forget your bag." He waits for her to reply, she's silent for a few minutes.
"Uhm.. Okay... Yeah, thanks..." She says, not looking up. He looks at her for a few minutes, then reaches over, and with a simple tug, pulls the thread out and tosses it onto his pillow. He smirks and then grabs her bag, tossing it on the bed near her.
"See you in a little while," And then he walks out the door.
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After they are both clean, Freddie leads her to the kitchen.
"So..." He trails off, not looking her in the eye.
"No," She stated, before he could even ask.
He held his hand up, "But-"
"I'm not hungry." She interrrupted, clenching her teeth. He sighs, wanting so bad to see her eat again; and not that fake eating she does for Carly and everyone else; he wants to see her eyes light up when she tries something new, or her smile when she tastes something she likes. He never thought he would miss that, of all things... I miss the old Sam. He thinks to himself. Then tries to talk to her again.
"Sam... Do you remember everything you told me last night? About your Dad, and your Mom, and meat and all of that?" He asked cautiously, watching for her reaction.
All she did was nod, one short and final nod.
"Well, I... I just feel... Um... I feel like I understand you a little bit better and I understand how you feel about everyone loving Carly and your dad... Passing... and your mom's drinking and all of that," He cleared his throat, "And I.. I just wanted to umm... Just umm..." He stammered, trying to find a way to phrase it.
"Oh, just spit it out, dick lord." She said, growing impatient. He looked down at his fingers, pretending to pop one of them, and tried to gather his thoughts. He finally looked up at her and she ws staring at him expectedly.
"I just... I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you. If you... you need anything. I just want to be your friend. If you would let me. Truce. And you can stay here as long as you need. Just don't bother my mom, I'll lock my door and I'll move the mini fridge into my room and put water bottles in it. And I won't tell anyone... any of it... Just... I just want to help. And if you won't let me help you heal, then at least do this for me. Stay. And I'll let you watch the TV in my room too and I won't change it..." He rambled, watching her to see if she agrees.
"Whoa, whoa, Dude, take a breath!" She held her hands up and tried not to smile. "Yeah, yeah, I'll stay. Uh.. Thanks i guess... and I'm sor- SO UMM, how much longer until we go to Carly's?" She asked quickly, avoiding his eyes and looking at the counter top.
"Um, we can go over there in a little while if you want. We still have a good hour until we have to though." He told her, noting how she wouldn't look at him. They're silent for a moment. Her stomach grumbles, but she doesn't seem to notice it.
"Sam..." She looks at him, her chin up and her lips in a straight and firm line. At least she looked at me. He thought optimistically. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a box of Fat Cakes he kept for Sam related situations.
She swallowed, narrowed her eyes, and held her breath. She then walked over to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, quickly closing it before a scent crawled into her nose. She stood at the counter across from Freddie, unscrewed the top off of her water bottle, and took a long, hearty drink.
"Like I said, not hungry. Imma go see what's on TV," and with that, she walked into the living room.
He watched her go, then grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and follow her; shaking his head and wondering how he'd allowed this to happen. How they'd all just sat back and didn't even notice what she was doing to herself. She's so small.
He was always thinking about this, blaming himself, wondering about others. Carly, I mean didn't Sam used to borrow clothes from her all the time? How did she not notice? I thought they were Best Friends? He constantly asked himself questions like these all the time.
As he lay in bed at night, kept up by thoughts like these, visions of how small she is and how she was starting to look more and more like the girl in his dream.
She was looking more and more like death.