Author's Note: Just got back from a very busy week. Well, I mean, I live at home since I'm only thirteen, but geez, it doesn't feel like it. I spend easily nine hours a day at school, with before and after school stuff, plus my saxophoning, so I have been so busy, I'm too tired to sleep. I've had a crapton of work to do, so here ya go. Some randomness.

iRealize: iGraduate

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. All rights go to their respective owners.

POV: Sam

Time Frame: After high school, at graduation

Pairing: One sided Seddie, Creddie

Word Count: 1,164 words on Microsoft Word Counter

Spoilers: iSaved Your Life

Rated: Hmmm… T, for mentions of making out and one almost-cuss word

Episodes Mentioned: iDon't Want To Fight (for the "Cat in the Dishwasher")

Summary: Freddie and Carly were gonna have a perfect little white-picket-fence house in the suburbs and I wasn't gonna be any part of it. One sided Seddie/Creddie twoshot.

The sun was high in the sky on this beautiful June day. I smiled as I looked up at the clock.

Graduation. I was finally done in the Seattle Public Schools. Can anyone give me a "yay"?

Freddie and Carly were gonna pick me up to take me to Ridgeway for the ceremony. Did I mention they'd been dating for a year now? Once Fredweird got out of his cast, he and Carly resumed their make-out sessions and basically hanging all over each other. Not that I cared.

Don't get my wrong, I love my friends. Well, I love Carly, and I tolerate Freddie. But that's not the point. I love seeing them happy. I really do. They're just so overwhelmingly sickeningly sweet. It'll be like "Pumpkin pop, I love you" or "Sweetums, you look beautiful tonight". It's just gross.

A car horn knocked me out of my daydreams and I yelled at my mom. She said she'd be there on time, but just get my a$$ moving. So I sauntered out the door and into Freddie's Prius. Gay car, might I add. (A/N: I don't have anything against Priuses or gay people, I just think Sam would be like that. I don't mean to offend anybody.)

"I'm coming, Fredlumps! Don't get your panties in a bunch!" I yell as he honks his horn yet a second time.

I pull open the door and slide inside. "Yo, Carls. Sup, Fredweird."

"Hi, Sam. What took ya so long?" Carly asked, looking at the car's digital clock display.

"Oh, I had to remind my mom that ya can't put a cat in the dishwasher. The hair clogs up the drain. It can get messy," I replied sarcastically.

Carly looked confused. "What?"

However, Freddie was laughing. "Not to mention dangerous!"

"Let's just ditch this popsicle stand. Momma's eager," I said.

"I'm surprised you even know a word that sophisticated and can use it correctly in a sentence, Sam," Freddie insulted me, quite stealthfully, as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Nice comeback, Benson. I believe you just graduated from the Bunny Hill in Insulttown.

"Well, I learn from the best."

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"Guys! Graduation's starting in," Carly looked at her watch, "an hour! Plus, they want us to be there early to rehearse and everything. We don't wanna be late!"

"Relax, Carly. We'll be there on time!" Freddie calmed her down.

Now, time for another thing I've noticed: Carly and Freddie are such a dang perfect pair. They look, act, talk, and think the same. And not that that's not great, but I think Freddie should be with someone who challenges him, who tests his limits.

Someone like me.

I mean, not that we'd ever go out. We never do that kind of thing. I obviously don't like Freddie like that, and it's clear he doesn't like me. I just think he needs someone to test him. To show him what it's like to live. Carly needs the same. Somebody wild and crazy, like Griffin (except without the Peewee Babies). Someone fun.

As Freddie parallel parked the car by the edge of the road, since the entire parking lot was filled up with students and parents, we got out, holding garment bags with our caps and gowns in them. I smiled.

Did I mention that I'm glad I'm graduating?

"Okay, girls with last names A-M are dressing in room 201, girls N-Z in room 202. Boys A-M in room 310 and boys N-Z in room 311. Go!" Carly read off of a computer printout from the school's website.

"What?" Freddie and I asked simultaneously.

"Sam and I are in room 202, Freddie's in room 310. Now do you understand?" she said, exhausted.

"Yep!" I said, grabbing my bag and running towards the entrance doors.

Rehearsal went by smoothly. Well, Gibby took off his shirt and gown and started parading through the halls, but that's kinda normal, at least for young Gibby Gibson.

Now I was sitting down, waiting for them to call out my name, when I heard a horrible noise.

"Fredward Benson," Principal Franklin called, and Freddie walked up to the stage, smiling like an idiot. Oh, Freddie.

It was then that it hit me. I was graduating. Freddie and Carly were both going to Harvard and I was going to Seattle Culinary Academy.

Freddie and Carly were gonna go to college together and get married and have perfect little beautiful, smart, nice babies. They were gonna live in a perfect little house in that perfect little neighborhood with the gates and the private swimming pool.

They were gonna be a white-picket-fence family and I wasn't gonna be any part of their future.

And clearly, today was epiphany day, because I also realized I loved Freddie Benson.

I love the way he smiles that dorky smile when he's so happy and I love the way he works so dang hard for the things that he wants. I love the way he sometimes agrees with me and I love the way my stomach feels weird when he's standing next to me. I love the way he laughs, 'cause it's definitely the best sound I've ever heard. I love the way he has a dorky car, but defends it anyway because it's his car. I love the way he defends his mom when I call her a Crazy 'cause she's his mother and that's his job. I love the way he has such a fascination with technological stuff and how he looks so happy when he's with it. I love the way he's finally getting what he wants but I hate that what he wanted wasn't me.

I hated the way Carly and him were so in love, so desperately in love. And so dang happy. I hated the way that on Friday movie nights, when Freddie leaves, how he kisses her on the cheek and says she's the most beautiful girl in the world and he's had his eye on her for so long, and how he can't believe he finally has her because she's so perfect. I hate the way Carly sits in the front seat of his car. I hate the way Carly is the most important thing in the world to him. I hate the way he thinks she's the bee's knees. I hate the way only perfect, fairy tale girls like Carly get their happily-ever-after.

So now I'm sitting in my folding chair, clapping for Freddie. And also, I just noticed that I'm crying. Not the girly, "I'm-so-sad" kinda tears, but just thin, long, soundless ones sliding down my cheeks and making dark spots on my gown.

'Cause I can't take all of this away from him. Not Harvard, not his "Freddie Benson Master Plan", not Carly, not perfection. 'Cause everybody always says that if you really, truly love someone, then you must let them go.

But, most of all, I hate the way I didn't realize all of this until it's all too late.

Author's Note: Well, what do you think? Did you like it? Did you hate it? I hope not. This was all written in one day, in like an hour, so I really hope you enjoyed it. I think that when writers write sad endings, you can really appreciate happily-ever-afters better.

You really have to give me a break on this one because I'd never written anything that didn't have a wonderful, fluffy ending. Or any Sam POVs. However, I think that unrequited love is not something that is easily fluffy.

Also, I'm only thirteen, therefore still in junior high school. I have been to my brother's graduation, and a few others, and in none of them was I paying a lot of attention. So please, if I got something drastically wrong, don't go all ballistic on me. Just review or PM me, and I'll see what I can do to fix it.

Now, some explaining. This is written in the future, after their senior year of high school. My other story, iThink It Took Ya Long Enough, didn't happen in this story. However, every episode of iCarly that has happened so far did, including iSaved Your Life and iKiss (The biggest Creddie and Seddie episodes). So please, bare with me here, and review. I have wonderful reviewers and supporters, so I don't wanna get flamed. Thank you a ton for reading!

-jesswrites her first Sam POV fanfic