100 Miles Down Seddie Lane

Hair

100 moments, 100 chapters.

Sam gave out a frustrated scream, the bright purple brush she had been using sticking out the side of her head, stuck in the mist of curls and tangles. She had been sitting in front of the mirror now for about 20 minutes, trying to smooth out her unruly hair. She had set up a large portable full length mirror in her living room, finding herself, like most days, too lazy to stand in front of her bathroom one.

Giving the embedded brush one last tug she punched the floor, the bristled object still logged in her blonde hair. Leaning her head against the dirty mirror and let out a moan, it was stuck and she had no way of getting it out, she felt as if her hair was going to fall out form all the tugging and pulling on her hair, and she didn't doubt that there was probably a large red spot, as the back of her head was in pain, a slight thumping just above where the brush was stuck.

Sam rarely cried over anything, but the frustration was beginning to get to her, making her clench her eyes tight and ball up her fists. Opening her mouth she began to scream, pounding her head against the glass, but not harsh enough to break it, though she could feel the pain shift from the back of her head to the large red mark forming in her forehead.

"Um…"

In her loud angry cries and the pounding of the mirror against her head pounding in her ears, she didn't notice someone enter her house. Sam looked up towards the door surprised, "Freddie?"

"Should I be concerned about this?" he asked, making a circular motion with his index finger, referring to the situation he had just walked in on. Sam knew she must look almost insane, her hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in different directions, a bright purple poke-a-dotted brush clasped to her head. Her appearance wasn't that far of a stretch from her hair, the dark pink tank top that graced her body was wrinkled, the right strap of the loose tank falling half way down her arm, revealing a black and purple skull and cross bones bra. She was a huge mess, with the frizzy hair and the miss matched clothes, the neon yellow short shorts and the light purple slippers finishing off her almost homeless look.

"What are you doing here?" the question pattern continuing, yet none of them being answered.

"We're supposed to go to the park; we were going to try out the new water arena they set up…" Freddie explained, holding up his swim trunks, "But I see that you're not ready…" he trailed off again.

"Really Freddie?" she glared at him through the tangles and stray frizz.

"What happened?" he chuckled, throwing his trunks to the corner of the room, standing behind the angry blonde, he tried to keep his laughter down at the funny situation, knowing that in the end he wouldn't be laughing at all.

"I don't know, I woke up this morning, and this happened to my head," she screamed, pointing at her hair, "and I tried to brush it out, but then the brush got stuck!" Sam demonstrated this by pulling the small object violently, trying once again to dislodge it.

"Hey, hey, whoa!" Freddie yelled in a panic, grabbing her hand bravely, stopping her actions, "Do you want to pull out your hair?" he asked.

"Do you want to lose an arm?" Sam shot back, eyeing his hand, which quickly retreated when he met her eyes.

"Yanking and pulling it won't just rip the brush out," he told her.

"Well at this point I've tried everything," she explained, her shoulders slumping.

"And what would that be?"

"Don't start with me boy," Sam glared again, though it was less threating when he could hardly see it through her hair.

Freddie leaned down to her level, careful to not touch the floor, it was very dirty, crumbs from leftover food lay sprawled all over the floor, and he didn't even want to know what else was probably swimming around in it right now. The Puckett's lived in a very decent house, but both were defiant messy and lazy individuals.

Inspecting the brush, and where the bristles met the hair he realized that it wouldn't be that much of a challenge to get the small brush out of her hair, "Come over to the couch and I think I can untangle it," he got up, motioning her to come with him over to the couch.

"What's wrong with right here?" she asked, turning around.

"I'm not sitting on your floor," he told her and walked over and sat down, his body making the fluffy cushion skin.

Sam got up hesitantly, not so sure about what was going to happen. She usually didn't usually let people come in that close of contact with her, the exception being Carly, but even she had her limits with her too. Freddie seemed to sense this, "What?"

"How do I know that you're not going to do something to my hair?" she shot at him. She wasn't exactly comfortable with close contact, nor with the situation, but she wasn't going to let him know that, or even admit it to herself, though it was kind of hard to do since she was now making up an excuse not to.

"Why would I?" Freddie questioned, "I just want to get this over with and go to the park, it hot as hell in here."

Sam didn't move an inch, still sceptical, "Do you want it out or not?"

"I can get it out myself," she huffed.

"Yes, because you were doing such a good job of it bef-" Freddie started, but was cut off by a slap to the face and a large mass of blonde hair sitting down between his open slightly parted legs.

Now Freddie was smart enough to know to not say anything about what just happened, Sam was now complying to him and to say or do something along the lines of scoffing or giving a victorious smirk, so he began to go to work of detangling her hair.

Lifting the object he let his fingers slide along the hard plastic bristles, the blonde strands of hair sticking to them from the static. Setting his fingers on the back of her head he grabbed the end of the purple brush and gently began to lift it upwards, maneuvering it every which way, watching the chunks of hair come loose, it amazed him how easily the hair separated under his control, but becoming an even more frizzy mess with Sam. He stopped abruptly once the rest of the tangled mess became too much and he would have to finish it off a different way.

Moving the object closer to her head he grabbed the last bit of hair and pulled it out, some of the ends breaking, leaving traces of blonde hair against the bright colour of the brush. Once he managed to finally separate the plastic object from her hair he set it down beside him, the thick strands of blonde hair tickling his wrist. Freddie let his fingers slide through her hair, trying to smooth of the tangled mess, surprised Sam didn't get up the moment she felt the brush leave her hair.

Feeling it would be safe, and hopefully saving them another 20 minutes he picked the fallen hair out of the brush and began to softly comb through it, letting his fingers run through the roots to add as a base so it wouldn't hurt her head. He smiled as the tight knot started to loosen, the hard rubbing sound of bristles against hair started to become low.

Freddie was happy with his accomplishment, managing to untangle the threaded hair and also managing to keep Sam still long enough to be able to do so. Running the comb from the top of her head to the bottom, going back over the small left over knots in her hair till it was smooth, the blonde hair trying to attach themselves to the plastic due to static.

Freddie about to out the brush down, fingers till twisted in her hair, slightly messaging her head, when he heard a small light sigh of contentment. Surprised he stopped for a moment, but started up again, seeing if he could make that same sound appear again, and just as before, it did, a small light airy breath came to his ears, it was small, if he didn't listen closely he would have missed it.

As he continued, mezmerized by what he just heard, something in the corner of the room caught his eye, it was the mirror, but the mirror itself wasn't what had really caught his attention, it was he saw in it. From the slight angel it was on by the door, and the ironically precise location they were in, he could clearly see Sam's face, which now had an expression of contentment, her eyes were half lid, her mouth slightly open form where the sighs had just came from.

Freddie new he shouldn't have done it, any other time he would had stood up and walked away, but his curiousity took over, and he continued to rub against the back of her head, letting the brush glide through her hair to seem as though he was brushing it. Sam tilted her head over to the side slightly, letting the soft feeling of his fingers caress over a different part of her scalp.

The small tilt of her head let Freddie see a whole different part of her head, taking his chances Freddie began to brush along the side of her head, just above her ear, moving all the hair that usually cover the side of her face backwards, exposing the skin underneath.

Freddie reached out to touch the bare skin, right on the hairline, earning a small, but louder sigh from the blonde girl in front of him. As he continued he took another glance at the mirror, Sam's expression had changed so much from just a small movement, her head was now tilting even more, from both pleasure and the pressure of Freddie's hands, her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was now being chewed out by one fo her teeth, obviously trying to keep herself from moaning.

As Freddie played with her hair, moving his hands throughout it, Sam herself was in a state of bliss. The delicate motions of his fingers rubbing her scalp was becoming too much for her, having to bit her lip form making any sort of sound. She was so far gone that she didn't even care that Freddie of all people was this close to her, she herself practically rubbing up against him, and most of all, him touching her.

Sam could feel her body becoming lighter, his magic hands sending her to heaven, her heart was pounding quickly, but softly at the same time, her eyelids becoming so heavy that she couldn't even open them, not that she cared too. Sam could feel the blood rushing through her veins, blood rushing to her head sending her into an almost high. Sam couldn't explain it, she had always loved people playing with her hair, but she never let anyone close enough to do it, except her sister and Carly, though both were a mistake. Carly had done it once after Jonah had tried to cheat on her and Melanie got away with it once too, trying to calm her down after their father had died, after that no one had even gotten into the proximity of her head, besides now, which was why she was so sceptical of letting Freddie take the brush out from her hair, and now what she had feared was now reality, not that at this moment she minded.

Sam felt something wash over her body, something thick and heavy, weighing down her once weightless experience. Sam let out a half moan, the soothing motions on her head stopped for a moment before continuing, Freddie almost scared that if he stopped that she would come out from the almost air born feeling and beat him up.

Freddie never took his eyes off the mirror, watching her face twist and turn form one happy expression to another, he was amazed at the affect this seemed to of had on her, he had never seen Sam this way before, she was totally out in the open, her usual guarded persona gone, and it was beautiful.

Continuing to send Sam even higher and higher, Sam could feel her body relaxing into him, putting her full weight onto him. His fingers where so gentle and light against her scalp, once in a while grazing the exposed skin of her temples, the smooth circular motion lulling her into a peaceful abyss, until things started to fall away, any noise around her becoming muffled fragments and the feeling in the rest of her body had washed away, the only feeling was the soothing sensation on her head.

"Sam….Sam…did you fall asleep?"

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters.

This was my favourite chapter to do, I wanted to do this for a while but didn't want to get into something like this right away, I was going to leave this until a farther off chapter but I was so excited I decided to do it anyway.

This one was my idea, so…yeah, lol. For some reason I feel like I made this experience to sexual sounding, even though it's not meant to be, I think it's a cute moment between them, and when people play with your hair it's amazing :)

I guess I'll just have to get Sam to repay Freddie back, hmmm….i have an idea (and this is rated K+ so nothing sexual will appear in this story)

Okay people, I hope you enjoy this, and don't forget to leave a REVIEW and a word. I feel like I am being rude but don't just leave a list of words for me, tell me how you like the story too, and what would you like to happen in it? Mostly everything here is going to be based off your comments.

Enjoy!

-Stolie Silver