So this is my very first fanfiction, so be nice. I was reading all or your "Seddie" stories and decided to try my own. Only the first chapter but there will be more, I promise!

"Hey Fredweird," I said as I made my way to the fridge. I had my eye on one thing. Ham. I trifled through the fridge, not finding the purpose I had came here.

"Hey Carls!" I screamed, head still in the fridge. Carly made her way down the stairs with her PearPad in her hands.

"No we don't have any ham," she said.

"Awe chiz!" I started to walk out the door when Carly called me back.

"Where do you think you're going? We have practice!" she scolded.

"How am I suppose to work on an empty stomach!?" I moaned.

Carly gave me the get-your-butt-up-there look. I moaned while walking upstairs, leaving Carly and Freddie behind.

I was already surfing the web by the time they got up there. Freddie approached me with a pudding cup in his hands. I grabbed the chocolate pudding from his hand, and plopped down on the beanbag near the TV, to which I turned on America's Next Top Model.

"Sam!" Freddie almost screamed. Before I knew it he approached me from behind and flipped the beanbag from under me, leaving me to drop my pudding on the ground. Furious, I grabbed the dorkwad by the collar of his shirt, pressing upward.

"You think that's funny!?" I said angrily. Freddie's face went from laughing to frightened in a matter of seconds. I stared into his deep brown eyes, not ever realizing how mysterious they really were. I suddenly thought about kissing him, but I hesitated.

"Sam, hello?" he tried to get my attention. I let go of him, feeling guilty.

"Sorry," I muttered under my breath.

Freddie smirked, brushing the wrinkles off of his collared shirt.

"Thank you," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

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I could not get myself to sleep that night. I spent my time with my body half covered, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Freddie. Fredward Benson.

The dork wasn't that bad looking. ya know? Kind of adorable, really, with all his tech stuff and his brown eyes and...

Ew Sam what am I thinking? I don't like him do I? No.. no.

I finally drifted off to sleep, feeling the cold air from the fan slightly blow on me.