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This is a short story featuring two characters from ICarly; Freddie and Gibby. I wrote this in the middle of the night, and I'm very tired. Please, enjoy.
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"Why won't you understand?" Gibby cried, clutching his t-shirt, throwing it to the side. He and Freddie were in the middle of a serious conversation, but it escalated very quickly. He has always been insecure about himself, how Freddie viewed him, and their relationship in general. Freddie doesn't know how many times Gibby has sobbed uncontrollably in his own bed, sick of hiding behind this stupid mask he's forced to wear everyday. Yeah, he's Gibby, but does he like being Gibby? Does he enjoy being Gibby? Would anyone love him as Gibby? Does anyone love him? Sure, he has had some girlfriends, but that's in the past. Nothing could compare to the burning, carsick feeling he gets whenever Freddie smirks, or the paresthesia-like feeling that is engraved into the tips of his fingers whenever they brush hands. He was in love with Freddie; every single thing about him was perfect, to him, at least.
Maybe Freddie didn't feel the same way. Maybe he just didn't understand.
Freddie backed up, stunned at the unexpected attitude in Gibby's voice. He assumed everything was fine between them, but apparently not. He reached out for Gibby's hand, pulling him into a profound embrace, holding the back of his head in his hands.
"Gibby, please. You need to tell me what's wrong." As Freddie tried to convince Gibby to speak, he felt a familiar thump in his chest. This always happens when they're together, vulnerable like this. If only he could explain everything to him, but there's no time. There's no way.
"Listen," Gibby started to confess, running his hands through his hair. "I-I've been feeling things." Gibby could feel his face heat up, and he averted his eyes from Freddie. Freddie only smirked and ran his fingers down Gibby's arm. he stopped at his hands and intertwined his fingers with his.
"Gibby, you know, a lot of people feel things." He gazed into his hazel eyes, becoming lost into the universe. This feeling, this feeling of light, of content. What was it? Why was he so confused and afraid, but comfortable and safe? Gibby was doing something to him, driving him mad. A madness he couldn't comprehend, yet he felt it was supposed to be this way.
"No no no no, you don't understand, Freddie. I-I, it's a feeling in my heart. It hurts." Gibby pushed Freddie away, backing up a step. He placed his hand on top of his heart, as tears started to form in his eyes.
Freddie blinked, not understanding the underlying message of this confession.
"If you're having heart problems, go to the doctor." Freddie stated, wrinkling his face with concern.
"It's not that kind of pain, Freddie. I think I, I might be.." Gibby started to get choked up, nervously chuckling while his palms started to sweat.
"Might be what?" Freddie cocked his head to the side, moving closer to him.
"In... In love."
Now it was Freddie's turn to get teary eyed, feeling that heavy tightness that you can't swallow away. It hurts with every shallow breath.
"With who?"
Freddie didn't want to lose Gibby.
But he never had him in the first place.
They were always friends, close friends. Somewhere in the midst of it, though, something sparked inside of Freddie. A new perspective, a new mind, a new heart, a different aspect. Well, whatever it was, Freddie couldn't get rid of it. No matter how many times he attempted to.
"Y-you."
The world froze, still in it's tracks.
The clocks stopped ticking.
The atmosphere grew cold.
Freddie stared at Gibby, taking light, tiny steps. GIbby backed away, but stopped when he felt a familiar warmth surround him. Freddie wrapped his arms around him, dipping Gibby.
"There's a lot of things I need to say. But, I've found a way to sum it up in three words; You're my Gibby."
"And you're my Freddie."
They fell into a passionate daze as Freddie cupped his love's chin. Their lips brushed together, teasing the fire starting in both of them, as Freddie leaned in. Their hearts then melted into one, as the world was still.
"Cut!" Carly shouted, turning off the camera. She walked over to Freddie, interlocking her fingers with his. Gibby watched the heart-wrenching scene, feeling like a clown. It seemed so sincere. So right.
"That was amazing guys, even I thought you guys were in love with each other." Carly praised, while Freddie helped her turn off the equipment.
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Anyways, you cannot understand the pain I went through writing this. I hate this so much. I, I can't even understand it myself. I cannot DESCRIBE the sheer terror. I'm so tired.