Seddie'sOnARocketToTheMoon Chapter 1: Annabelle, an icarly fanfic

A/N: Okay, this is the first chapter of my respone to the SUPER SEDDIE SONGSHOT CHALLENGE, posted by Mirage888 the rules can be found in her story. The album I'm using is On Your Side, by A Rocket to The Moon, and I'm not really sure, but I don't think the one shots will relate to each other, but you never know.

Annabelle

Freddie's POV

I stood at my locker, checking my bag to make sure I had everything I needed in order to complete my assignment for that night, when a with shoulder-length, straight, black hair, and hazel eyes, came up and smiled at me, "Hey, Freddie," she said, grinning.

"Hello, Annabelle," I smiled back at the girl from my AP Biology Class. "What's up?"

"Well, I know this might kinda seem sudden or weird…" she trailed off and her cheeks turn pink, making her look even prettier, "do you wanna go out?"

I thought about it for a few minutes, then considering I couldn't remember the last time I had a date, and Annabelle was pretty and always nice to me, I said, "Sure."

After a movie we make a quick stop at the Groovy Smoothie, and she's holding my hand as we walk, but I wasn't really feeling anything. I didn't believe we had hit it off, then, Annabelle runs into some friends, "Hey girlies!" she squealed, "This is my boyfriend Freddie, you know from iCarly?"

I thought, Whoa, boyfriend, who said that? This is just a date. But I was far too polite to say anything of course.

Annabelle you think you're so damn special
But there's a million other girls like you
30 minutes and you say we're official
But I have got some news for you

"Does this outfit make me look fat?" Annabelle asked me, spinning about in front of the mirror in Carly's apartment.

"Of course not," I answered sincerely.

"Freddie!" she whined, "please be honest with me!"

"I was being ho-" I sighed, as I realized Annabelle was now too busy pouting and applying lipstick as she stared at her pretty reflection. Something still wasn't sitting well here with me, I don't even know why I agreed to a second, and then third date.

I need a girl, not a body with a complex
I got a heart and you got your lipstick
Fine as hell, but I think I might as well drop Annabelle

"Annabelle, can we please leave now?" I practically begged, it was late, and I was tired, and I still had to drop Annabelle off before I could go home myself.

"Freddie, come dance!" she shouted and worked her way back into the crowd, and I groaned. This is not what I had expected when she had asked me to hang out. I had thrown on my ripped jeans and an old polo, and then I was dragged to this party.

I was never into the party scene. That just wasn't my place, but Annabelle had had a few drinks by now and I wanted to make sure she got home safely, so I was stuck, no matter how tired I was. There was no way, Annabelle and I were going to make it as a couple, even though everyone kept telling me how lucky I was to be with her.

I walked passed Annabelle to see if I could find anything non-alcoholic to drink, after all I was driving. She was dancing with a group of her friends and then she shouted over the music and so I could hear it, "Freddie is sooooo dumb! He's ruining this party!" Her friends, all prim and proper nodded their heads in agreement. I clenched my fists and continued my search for a bottle of water, but swore that once Annabelle was over her hangover tomorrow, I would set things straight.

You're staying up just to dance alone
I'm dressing down 'cause I'm tired and I wanna go home
You look the part, but looks don't tell the truth, whoa
Well baby you're pretty, but I'm pretty sure I'm over you

You can't even hold a normal conversation
But you can tell your friends I ruined your life
Whatever helps your perfect reputation
'cause I'm not losing sleep tonight

Then suddenly a blur of blonde curls whipped past me. The girl stumbled a bit, steadied herself, on the corner of the counter and recognized me, "Hey Freddie," she greeted, and I knew she was drunk, because she never called me Freddie. "Where's your pretty little girlfriend?"

I shrugged and pointed in the direction of the bodies that swarmed the dance floor. "Why aren't you with her?" Sam asked, "The girl's hot, you dweeb, you'll be lucky if you ever get another girl that's half as good looking as her."

"I know she's pretty, Sam," I explained, fairly sure that Sam won't even remember this conversation in the morning, "She's just not right for me, I think… I'm going to break up with her."

"Wow, Benson," she said, and smiled, "You finally grew a pair did you?"

I ignored that comment, and then said, "Do you need a ride home tonight, Puckett?"

Sam tilted her head to the side, blonde bangs falling sideways in blue eyes, "Only if you're going soon."

I met a girl and she's more than a pretty face
6 drinks and she still remembers my name
Fine as hell, but I think I might as well drop Annabelle

Annabelle is still surrounded by her friends when I approached her for the second time, "Annabelle, can we leave now? My mom wants me home soon."

"Ugh, Freddie, you're such a buzz kill," Annabelle sighed, "I think I'll stay for a bit longer and dance, you're not even dressed for dancing, so by myself I guess is fine."

"Um, okay…" I replied, then motioned to Sam and she followed me as I headed to the door, walking away from my supposed girlfriend, with my frienemy. As I reached the door, I turned back and glanced once more at Annabelle's small frame moving perfectly in time with the music, and feel a small tug on my arm. It's Sam of course.

"You ready to do this?" she asked me, barely slurring her words, and almost steady on her feet.

"Yeah, I don't need a girlfriend like her anyway," I told Sam, as we exited the house and headed to my car. "I'm pretty sure I'm over her."

And if Sam Puckett is one thing, she's blunt. So, I believed her. "Thanks, Princess Puckett. Have a goodnight."

I watched Sam to make sure she got into her house safely, and as I drove toward Bushwell I thought, Sam's one in a million.

A/N: R&R. I know the Seddie is subtle

Maybe she's pretty, but I don't need a girl like Annabelle

Turn around, turn around and walk away
I want out, I can't take another day
Even though she moves so well, oh
But I don't need a girl like Annabelle

I pulled up to Sam's house, and as she left the car, she looked me straight in the eye, and said, sincerely, "You really don't need a frilly, prissy, girl like Annabelle, who doesn't care about you, but only about dating you, Freddicini."