therapy - pout (3)
Title: Pout
Author: thegraduate09
Word Count: 200
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: PG13
Summary: Thursday, she almost hits him when he makes a joke about her pout's gonna become permanent.
Author's Note: This one's a double drabble, I couldn't make it fit in 100 words or find a good spot to separate it.
Therapy | Whatever | Pout |
The schedule goes like this, Sam gets Tuesday evenings, Freddie gets Thursday evenings, and both go on Saturday mornings. Sam complains all Sunday and Monday about why she has to go first and how she doesn't have anything to say, and hasn't she proved therapy doesn't work for her? He just rolls his eyes. He's too used to her by now.
She holds true to that on Tuesday, after she gets there twenty minutes late, she answers the questions the therapist poses to her as briefly and vaguely as possible, and no, that she's asking questions like 'how old are you' and 'how long have you known Freddie' - forever, duh, there's no getting rid of the nub.
Probably she shouldn't have said that, the therapist didn't seem to get the joke. The whole thing ends on an awkward note.
He does the opposite on Thursday, of course, she thinks bitterly, he stays after it's supposed to end. She wants to throw a fit about it, but that comes too close to proving why they need therapy and she's still attached to her 'why the hell are we even doing this, we're fine' mindset, she wants to make it last.
Author: thegraduate09
Word Count: 200
Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: PG13
Summary: Thursday, she almost hits him when he makes a joke about her pout's gonna become permanent.
Author's Note: This one's a double drabble, I couldn't make it fit in 100 words or find a good spot to separate it.
Therapy | Whatever | Pout |
The schedule goes like this, Sam gets Tuesday evenings, Freddie gets Thursday evenings, and both go on Saturday mornings. Sam complains all Sunday and Monday about why she has to go first and how she doesn't have anything to say, and hasn't she proved therapy doesn't work for her? He just rolls his eyes. He's too used to her by now.
She holds true to that on Tuesday, after she gets there twenty minutes late, she answers the questions the therapist poses to her as briefly and vaguely as possible, and no, that she's asking questions like 'how old are you' and 'how long have you known Freddie' - forever, duh, there's no getting rid of the nub.
Probably she shouldn't have said that, the therapist didn't seem to get the joke. The whole thing ends on an awkward note.
He does the opposite on Thursday, of course, she thinks bitterly, he stays after it's supposed to end. She wants to throw a fit about it, but that comes too close to proving why they need therapy and she's still attached to her 'why the hell are we even doing this, we're fine' mindset, she wants to make it last.