won't look at you - lay where you're laying (4)

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Title: Won't Look At You {Lay Where You're Laying}
Author: thegraduate09
Word Count: 383
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: Mature
Summary: They're in college, and alcohol is Bad.
Author's Note: This one's a bit of an interlude.

You can’t dodge her banging on your door as well as the phone ringing. You failed to consider this last night, she was sober so she’s not hungover like you are, but at least, you think as you let her in, it’s not him here.

She strides in with what you call her ‘Go to your room’ face on, and you inwardly grimace. She’s got her arms crossed and everything, and you know you’re being interrogated even as she opens with a seemingly pleasant,

“Good morning, Sam.”

“Carls, I’ve got a headache, can we just cut to the chase? What’d the nub tell you?”

She lets her arms flop to her sides, relaxing a good bit, “Nothing! But he’s been weird and I know you have something to do with it.”

“What makes you think that?”

“How about the fact that you asked me what he told me?”

Damn. You did. And here you thought you were pretty good at not self-incriminating. “Trust me, don’t worry about it. 48 hours and he’ll be back to normal.”

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

“You didn’t ask a question, cupcake.”

She makes a face at you and you grin a little. “It was implied, Sam.”

()

You feel like your head’s been split open when you wake up, later than usual but way too early, and you instantly regret it when you groan because it’s inhumanly loud and you think your tongue’s gotten stuck to the roof of your mouth.

And all this before you even start to wonder (and subsequently realize) what the hell happened last night. It’s bits and pieces, ending with a recollection of puking on Carly. You’ll have to apologize for that as soon as you feel up to standing up.

You’re suddenly very glad you didn’t take a weekend class, because you can’t see yourself going anywhere today.

By the time the sun goes down, you’ve managed to recall a few other things - what exactly you drank, conversations with a couple people you don’t know all that well, but you’re still feeling like you made a massive fool of yourself and you can’t remember how or to who.