So I hope this isn't too confusing. It's basically an angsty drabble/oneshot with both Seddie and Creddie. It's really no big deal, considering the fact that I only wrote this because I want to rehearse writing emotion, and angst, and I submitted it just in case you guys would like it ;) It's based around the idea that finally Carly and Freddie are together, and Sam didn't knew, and she was leaving in some way, but she wanted to say goodbye. Oh, and reviews would be l o v e l y. :)
"Not Mine"
The air was still as the blonde girl walked slowly, her fists clenched, her face a painful frown.
He did nothing, nothing at all. Just stood there, holding the pale hand of the girl beside him and staring expectantly and dreadfully wishing he wasn't there.
But he was.
She walked closer and opened her mouth with a tiny gasp. He knew she had been holding her breath. Then her frown softened, her brow relaxed and a tiny smile popped out of nowhere. Drawing her hand to his cheek, she closed her eyes and sighed dreamily, pausing for a moment to touch his skin. Two seconds passed without anybody knowing what was going to happen.
The scared brown eyes that had been watching the entire time turned darker. They darted from the girl's face to her hand to his cheek to his mouth. They blended. She frowned and squeezed his hand tighter, trying to snap him back to reality. In vain she cleared her throat and whimpered, pounding him so he would let go. Nothing.
Both their eyes, bright blue and warm brown were closed, as if asleep. They remained in trance in nothing but wishes, and silence; ignoring the painful world and the true facts that keep them from this perfect dream.
Her white face scowled when the blonde leaned forward and brushed her lips to his. Abrupt, soft and cold, their lips met and their tongues wandered, hoping for a way in. But they couldn't. They have to pull back. The kiss remained silent, except for a moan from him and a whimper from the girl beside him. The scowl had disappeared from the brown eyes, letting a quiet tear fall.
Her hand remained on his side when the she pulled back, blonde locks messily falling. She whispered, "Goodbye" and that was it. In a second a cold current of air passed and she was gone.
Then slowly, a pathetic whisper snapped him back to her. "Freddie, I'm cold, let's go" the sharp voice asked, and he turned, not saying a word, and held her hand, no smile, leading her back inside.
"This is over," Carly's mind insisted. "This was nothing. She's gone, we're happy now," she kept blurting thoughts of comfort, but in the back of her mind, she knew. She knew he wasn't hers back then. And even now, with Sam gone, he still wouldn't be hers.
the end.