


She's So High

by The Skinny



Category: iCarly
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2013-09-01
Updated: 2013-09-01
Packaged: 2013-11-07 01:19:43
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 657
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9652464/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2562684/The-Skinny
Summary: This is not a story about two people finding their way. It's about two people losing their way, and each other in the process. This is the story about a year, their year, cut short.





	She's So High

**March 30, 2014**

It's past noon when Gibby wakes him up, but to him, the hour feels much less practical. Leaning over the couch, Gibby grabs his friend's shoulder, shaking him out of a booze-induced slumber. "Hey, sleeping beauty," he says as he notes his friend's messy appearance. "Time to wake up, princess."

Freddie is more than ready to ignore him until he leaves, but he manages to crack his eyes open when Gibby threatens to pour a glass of water on him. While he slowly works himself into an upright position, groaning as the dull ache behind his eye socket worsens with the change in orientation, Gibby goes about turning on a few lights in a vain attempt to make the room seem less depressing.

"How did you get in here?"

"The door was open," Gibby says with an eye roll, walking into the kitchen. "You never lock it."

He leans forward with another groan, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his head hang. "Fuck. I am so hungover," he says to the empty room. Lifting his head, he takes in his surroundings, seeing dirty plates and bowls scattered on the small coffee table in front of him, empty beer bottles on the ground near his feet, candy wrappers and empty chip bags littering his old carpet. His apartment is a mess, which is fitting, because so is the rest of his life.

He can faintly hear Gibby rummaging around in the kitchen, quiet clink of dishes and the rough scrape of cereal boxes as his cupboard contents are pushed around, and after a few minutes, he can barely make out the labored whir of his ancient coffee maker. "You've got to get back on your feet, man," Gibby's voice drifts into the living room, muffled slightly through the thin walls. "I mean, Carly's really worried about you._ I'm _worried about you."

Freddie leans back and runs a heavy hand down his face, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch, focusing on the familiar cracks in the ceiling. "You're the one that told me to wallow." He says plainly.

Gibby scoffs as he walks back into the living room, a coffee mug in each hand. "Yeah, I meant that you should take a day off of work to get drunk and watch all the Die Hard movies or something." He circles around to the front of the couch, handing Freddie a cup before taking his own and sitting on the tattered armchair to his left. "I didn't know you were gonna go all '500 Days of Summer' on me. It's been _weeks_, Freddie."

"I know," Freddie says, taking a sip of the too-strong coffee, swallowing quickly and trying to convince himself that it helps the hangover, even though experience tells him that it doesn't. He can't help but remember how Sam would get up before him on Saturday mornings and make a pot of coffee. Weak and watered down. Just the way he liked it.

Eyebrows knitted together, he cradles the cup in his lap, staring into the darkly uninspiring liquid and ignoring the acidic aftertaste that lingers at the back of his throat. "I just…" He pauses with a sigh. "I miss her."

"I know, buddy," Gibby says with a sympathetic smile, reaching out and patting his shoulder. "I know."

Freddie smiles dryly at the seemingly reassuring gesture, even though all he can feel is numb, empty pressure. He hasn't really felt anything since Sam left. "Thanks for the coffee," he mutters, taking a second sip.

It's just as bitter as the first.

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**Author's Note: **Vague and short, I know. But please, leave a review. Do let me know what you think. I have a lot of plans for this story, and I would love to share them with anyone who is interested. (:


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