A/N: SEDDIE! Well, now that I've got your attention, PLEASE continue reading this author's note.

Hey, guys! So I was sitting around listening to music from my favorite band, SafetySuit, and I decided to combine my favorite band AND favorite couple to create one huge freakin' amazing collection of one-shots! :D Not many people know them, but let me tell you, they're the best band in the world, especially if you're into soft rock, that kind of stuff. But if you're into a little more hardcore rock, they have some of that, too.

So basically, these will all be songfic one-shots based on their songs from their album "Life Left to Go," which is freaking FANTASTIC, by the way. They'll come in order of my favorite song from them to my least favorite song from them. But it's still in my favorites. Keep that in mind. It's not like on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the worst, I think that it's a -7. Their songs are all in my favorite songs list, I just think some are better than others. :)

So thank you for reading this awfully long author's note, (if you got this far, that is) and without further ado, enjoy the Seddieness! :)

Anywhere But Here

Is this the end of the moment?

Or just a beautiful unfolding?

Of a love that will never be?
Or maybe be?

Everything that I never thought could happen

Or ever come to passing

I wonder if maybe, maybe I could be

All you ever dreamed

She was all the way across the country, visiting her grandparents in New York before Christmas. She would be gone for a week. And hell, did he ever feel more like a piece of crap.

She kissed him goodbye at the airport, pretty lengthily for that matter, making him almost want to jump her bones in the middle of the airport. Once she muttered a quick "gotta' go" scrambled after her mother in a mess of suitcases and bags and was out of sight, he already missed her.

And now here he was laying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face, without anything to do. Carly was busy doing homework and working on a project that made her shoo him away once he knocked on her apartment door asking for company, telling him to go find Sam and make out with her.

"No, don't you remember? Sam's in—"

"Nope! Freddie, you have to find someone else to hang out with! Mr. Kulick gave me a C on my last science project, and I intend to do better this time around! Goodbye!" she interrupted him, slamming the door on his face.

He was taken aback. Of all people, Carly, Sam's best friend, forgot she was in New York. Well, maybe that was just her brains talking, interrupting her logic. He noticed that whenever Carly was focused on something, her brain would stop functioning and focusing on nothing else but the task at hand.

He already did everything that seemed to be pursuable. He played a few games on the computer, brain-stormed some ideas for the next iCarly, fixed the camera he had been intending to fix for weeks, took a shower, played with his Galaxy Wars model laser shooter for awhile, did the laundry, ate the cucumber cups his mom made for him, did his homework, texted Sam fifteen times total with no reply to any of them whatsoever, and now he was reduced to counting the number of tiles on his bedroom floor.

He wasn't with her, and he swore, he'd rather be anywhere but here without her.

'Cause you are, beautiful inside

So lovely, and I

Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are

And when I'm not with you

I know that it's true

That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you

Anywhere but here

Ugh, I hate this, he thought after finishing counting the tiles and rolling back onto his backside and staring at the ceiling once again. Am I seriously reduced to counting the number of tiles on my bedroom floor?

He decided to text Sam again, and this time, he got a reply back.

Wud u cool it with the texts Freddie? Kinda busy!

He sighed and typed a reply back.

Sorry. I just miss u… a lot. :(

Her reply came back with a buzz of his PearPhone only thirty seconds later.

Aww, baby. I miss u too. Don't worry. Before u know it, I'll b back soon. :)

He smiled and typed a quick reply back.

Yeah, I know. Trust me, I'm counting down the days. Five days to be exact. :/

This. Is. KILLING me, he thought. His phone buzzed again.

Wud u stop being such a Mr. Howard? Stop being so grumpy! Ure makin ME depressed! :P I have to go. Love u.

Ok. Bye. Love u too.

Is this a natural feeling?
Or is it just me bleeding

All my thoughts and dreams?

In hopes that you will be with me?

Oh, is this a moment to remember?
Or just a cold day in December?
I wonder, if maybe, oh, maybe I could be

All you ever dreamed

He sighed again and grumbled to himself. He checked the time. 6:27 PM. It was already 9:27 PM where Sam was. He pressed his face into his hands and slid them down his face, letting out a frustrated groan. His mom came in.

"Fredward, honey, are you okay? Do you want some more cucumber cups?" she said, holding the tray out to him.

"No, mom, I'm good," he mumbled, turning to his side.

"Fredward, are you okay?" she asked lovingly, putting the tray down on his drawers. "You don't look too good. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that, honey?" she asked.

"I'm not okay!" he exclaimed, sitting up and hopping off the bed quickly, pacing back and forth. "It's Sam, mom! She won't be home for another five days, and I don't have anyone to hang out with! And, and Carly! Carly can't hang out with me 'cause she's working really hard on her science project! And before, I was hanging out with Sam every day, and now she's not here! And I'm just losing my mind, and I really, really miss her, and-and, I'm just-I miss her, okay!" He lowered his voice and slowed down. "I miss her. I really do."

'Cause you are, you're beautiful inside

So lovely, and I

Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are

And when I'm not with you

I know that it's true

That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you

He stared at the ground sadly and shuffled his feet awkwardly across it. Mrs. Benson looked bewildered and taken aback by his outburst. He looked up, pressing his lips together in a thin line and analyzing her face. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, mom," he shrugged. "I know you don't like her as my girlfriend and all, but I just really miss her. And the fact that she's not here and won't be here for another few days is killing me. It's driving me crazy. I mean, I just counted the number of tiles on my bedroom floor for Pete's sake!"

She cleared her throat. Freddie hung his head down and ran his eyes across the floor, expecting a long lecture about "that Sam Puckett" being his girlfriend and to not let her influence his behavior and whatnot. Instead, she put a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave him a tight hug, stroking his hair in the motherly way she always did.

"I'm sorry, Freddie," she said sweetly. "I didn't know you felt so strongly about her like that. I'm sorry you have to go through this. But it's only a few more days, right? You'll get through it."

Freddie widened his eyes, arms awkwardly kept to his sides as his mom hugged him. He couldn't believe it. His mom was responding positively to all this? Where's the long lecture about getting a better girlfriend! Where's the outburst of rage he usually got whenever he even so much as mentioned the name Sam Puckett in the apartment? To say the least, he was utterly confused, and he was too shell-shocked to even hug her back.

When she pulled away, he looked at her as if she was more crazy than she'd ever been her entire live.

"What are you—? Why are you—? How did—?" he stumbled, trying to find out what was going on. "Who are you and what have you done with Marissa Benson?"

She shook her head and laughed.

"Freddie, don't worry. It's actually me. See?" she pulled an antibacterial wipe from her pocket and wiped his face. "You have some crumbs on the corner of your lip there."

He squirmed. "Yeah, okay, mom, you've proven your point," he laughed, pushing away her hand. "But seriously, how come you're not yelling at me right now about Sam? You know, like you usually do?"

"Fredward Benson, why do you think that I have no sensitive bone in my body?" she admonished him. "I have a soft spot for love, too! I'm a grown woman!"

"Yeah, I know that, but all the other times I even so much as mentioned Sam, you'd flip out on me!" he exasperated. "What changed?"

"You did," she said simply.

He pondered this for a second or two.

"What do you mean? I changed?"

"Look, Freddie, before, I only saw Sam as someone who could cause you pain. Someone who could hurt you and beat you down. I mean, she's already beaten you up enough times, hasn't she?" she said.

"Yeah, I know that, but she—" Freddie started.

"Ah, ah! Let me finish… So when I heard you and her were dating, I assumed she would be the same kind of person in terms of love. I thought she'd be with you and then break up with you just to break your heart to cause you pain, just like she always does. Or used to do," she said, looking at him cautiously. "Do you get what I'm saying? You know I wouldn't want someone to huwt my Fweddiebear," she cooed, pursing her lips, gripping his chin between her thumb and forefinger and shaking it back and forth. He pulled away, laughing.

"But what I didn't realize is that she actually isn't like that at all. She loves you, Freddie. She does. Even through the death glares I give her every once and awhile," she continued, Freddie raising his eyebrows at her admittance, "I see that sparkle in her eye every time she looks at you. Or when you kiss her. Or when you hug her. It reminds me of what I had with your father…" she trailed off, her gaze drifting off into space and daydreaming. She shook her head, getting out of her trance. "Anyway, with what you just said about missing her and all that other stuff, I also realized she changed you. Every time I see her with you, I can see how you seem to smile twice as big as before when you weren't with her, like some kid in a candy store. I can see the contented smile on your face and the happy sighs you let out whenever I peek at you in your room texting her. I can see the way your face seems to light up every time you get to see her, or call her, or just plain think about her."

He nodded, his eyes glazing over, biting his bottom lip, clearly thinking about her now.

"So when you just had an outburst on me and told me that you missed her, those changes became so much more of a reality to me," she said, smiling at him. "I can clearly see she makes you happy, with no pain involved. So no. No more lectures on Sam Puckett this time."

He looked up and smiled back at her, giving her a tight hug.

"Thanks, mom," he muffled in her shoulder.

"No problem, honey," she replied.

"So does this mean I get to hang out with her as much as I want now?" he asked, hopefulness welling in his eyes.

"Well…" she trailed off.

"Mom…" he began to chastise.

"Okay, fine. You can hang out with her as much as you want. But curfew is at 10:00 sharp, and if she doesn't get you home by then, consider her the pumpkin pie your Uncle Benny sat in at Thanksgiving this year!" she warned.

His eyes widened, remembering the poor pumpkin pie fat Uncle Benny Benson sat in. It was all over the bottom of his worn khakis. He shuddered at the image and thought about his mom's offer. He figured it was the best offer she could give him, so he agreed.

"You've got yourself a deal," Freddie said, putting his hand out for a shake.

She shook her head, pushing his hand away, earning a confused and alarmed expression from Freddie, but before he could say something, she pulled him in a bear hug so tight he thought his lungs would implode.

"Okay, mom, I get it. Deal's on," he wheezed, his face turning the slightest shade of purple.

Is this the end of the moment?

Or just a beautiful unfolding?
Of a love that will never be for you and me?

'Cause you are

You're beautiful inside

You're so lovely and I

Can't see why I'd do anything without you, you are

And when I'm not with you

Yeah, I know that it's true

That I'd rather be anywhere but here without you

A/N: I'll probably be updating this every one or two weeks, depending on how busy I am with school. So add this to your story alerts and no further questions asked! :D

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