Please read!: I have no idea what I was thinking when I started writing this, but I like the way it turned out, so what the heck. Before reading you should know that this story is... well... different, I'll just let you read it and find out, but consider yourself warned.
P.S. I had a hard time putting this up so sorry about any errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of it's characters.
Okay that's enough boring aurthor notes it's show time!
Samantha Puckett dangled her feet off of the newly build dock starring at the clear water and her red toenail polish. Beams of bright yellow sun casted up over the horizon to play in the cloudless sky. Clam, blue, water for as far as the eye could see. It was quiet except of the occasional chirp of a criquit, Ribit of a frog, or song of a bird. Early morning. The sun was rising.
Sam's blonde hair flowed past her shoulders to mid back. Bright blue eyes and flawless light skin. She wore denim shorts and a flowing tank top that, like her hair danced around her body in the soft but cool spring breeze.
To the naked eye one may think that everything is beautiful and tranquil. But things are not as they seem and stirring within is something far worse, something ugly and sick.
Thoughts flooded Sam's head swimming around in vicious circles, that threatened to pull her under. In the distance she heard foot steps nearing, the dock creaking as she turned to see Freddie standing in font of her. She brought her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around her legs to form herself into a ball. He knelt down on one knee and gently moved a strand of curly hair from her face as sadness filled his eyes.
"Please say something Sam." He whispered. While taking a hold of her hand.
She turned away, peering out at the lake as if searching for an answer. But when she didn't find one she finally looked back at him, saying nothing. Instead she stood up and walked off the dock, onto the green grass and into the modern style lake house. She opened the sliding glass door, passed the living room and headed into the kitchen leaning on the island countertop. Every movement was nub, slow and lifeless as if a robot being programmed.
Freddie fallowed after her. "Come on Sam, please talk to me." Freddie begged, his voice still quiet. "Tell me what you thinking."
Sam parted her lips to speak but she couldn't seem to find the right words amongst the black obis that was her thoughts right now. When she finally found words they tumbled out in the heap of quick sentences, muddled together in between sobs.
Yeah... I don't know XD. Should I try to continue it?