Disclaimer- I am a fifteen year old high school student. 'Nuff said.
A/N: This is my first iCarly fanfic, so bear with me! This will eventually be a multi-chap, told from Freddie's perspective. Each chapter will include a memory from Freddie's poem. Thanks for reading!
Her swollen lips after five Popsicles.
Trying to unstuck her fingers from each other
After downing three bags of cotton candy.
Her tanned muscular legs
Poking out from the hem of her t-shirt
Her blonde curls splayed against my pillow
Breathing softly in the summer air
Her voice as she sings in the shower
Thinking that no one is listening.
These are things that remind me
Of a summer
That I will never forget.
That I never want to forget.
That's the summer that I realized
I'm in love with her.
Freddie Benson put down his pencil, letting out a sigh. The sun was setting, and school started tomorrow. As much as he enjoyed learning and seeing his friends, he was sad to see the summer go. It seemed like just yesterday, the last bell had rung, releasing them for the summer. And now they were going back into the hellhole.
He had always had a soft spot for poetry. If she knew that, he probably wouldn't feel his arm for the next month. Something about the way it flowed had always struck a chord in his mind. He had spent his childhood checking out whole books of poetry from the library and reading them when he couldn't sleep. It had become a habit after a while. He had never tried writing poetry, but when he desperately needed a way to express his feelings to something that couldn't speak and/or punch, this is what he turned to.
He was insane. Probably clinically insane, if this was really what he was feeling. He probably needed to be in a straightjacket, sitting in a padded room so he couldn't hurt himself. Just thinking about it made him wonder, why? But he knew that it was true, and no matter how much he ignored the feeling, it wasn't going to leave him alone.
Freddie closed his spiral and stood up from the chair he had left there since that fateful night. He opened the window and stepped out into the hallway that led to his and Carly's apartments. He tiptoed down the hallway, opened his apartment door quietly, and silently slipped into his room without his mom noticing.
This summer had definitely been something to remember. The poem he had written was all truth. And each line had a memory to tag along with.
A/N: Click that little button. The little button likes it when you click him and type words. :)