ingoodsentences | won't look at you - i'm afraid i may have faked it (3) (Reply)

Title: Won't Look At You {I'm Afraid I May Have Faked It}
Author:

thegraduate09
Word Count: 626
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: Mature
Summary: They're in college, and alcohol is Bad.
Author's Note: I lied. It's going to be more than three parts. But I like where I think it's going.

You can’t resist, even with Carly beside you, a couple hours in and you’re seeking her out, and this time you’re more drunk than she is. She wrinkles her nose at you, “Jesus, did you drink whiskey or take a bath in it?”

You’ve got that niggling feeling in the very back of your head that tomorrow you’ll wonder what the hell you were thinking, but right now you reach for her sleeve and mutter, “Sam, come on.”

“You must be kidding me.” She shakes her head, and when you don’t reply she drags you outside through the back door, “Goddammit, Benson, why the hell couldn’t you let this be a one night stand?”

For some reason, her statement - even though you expected it back when you were sober - is making you angry now, and you reply intelligently with - “’Cuz, I didn’t wanna.”

She sighs, “Why am I even talking to you, you’re smashed,” and turns to go back inside, but you pull her back.

“Am not. Say what you want to.”

After spending a minute staring at where you’ve got hold of her, and then making you let go in a relatively painless way, she looks up and answers you. “Fine. You’re an idiot, and you don’t actually know what you want. College has screwed with your head and you’ve stopped thinking about that stupid-but-oh-so-important master plan of yours and sex fried your virgin brain so now you think you’re in love with me or something, which is the stupidest part. You’re going to quit going to a party every week and you’re going to quit trying to get me to sleep with you and in a week or two I’ll be saying “I told you so.” I don’t get what’s up with you and Carls trying to act like me all of a sudden, leave this to the pros.”

()

You are so sick of him breaking the rules. Sure, the majority of rules are shit, but you happen to be attached to those big black lines that dictate your life. You do the goofing off, the screwing around. You break the law and break bones and occasionally if you’re bored break hearts for kicks. You go to parties and get drunk or high instead of doing homework. Freddie and Carly don’t do all those things. They’re supposed to stay home and do the schoolwork and follow the rules and lead nice, non-pain-inducing lives except for when you drag them out to something like this. You and Freddie hate each other and he constantly wants something he can’t have.

But you are not supposed to be that something. That’s something that’s not supposed to change, you and the nub are no good for each other and it’ll end up in a huge bloody explosion and wreck everything. You’re absolutely certain of this and you’re fine with being anything but a couple with him, enemies who fuck sometimes was great with you, if he could’ve just let it be that.

You growl a little, under your breath, and steady him when he nearly falls up the stairs leading back into the house, and then it’s easier just to drag the drunken lug over to Carly.

She can definitely tell you are Not Happy, and she doesn’t argue - at least she’s smart enough to obey the lines, thank god - when you inform her that you’re all leaving ‘cuz he’s smashed and you’re not leaving her here alone.

Tomorrow, you can dodge her questions and his calls easy.