Freddie Benson had always been sure of him and Carly.
To him, Carly was the most beautiful, sensitive, sweet, amazing, perfect girl in the world.
She was perfect; she was sweet; and she was all he ever wanted.
But she didn't want him.
He'd watched as she dated boy after boy; charmed soul after soul; broke heart after heart; all the while breaking his.
Then, something changed.
He pushed her out of the way of a taco truck and saved her life, breaking a few bones in the process. He fell on the asphalt.
She fell in love.
At first, it was total bliss.
It was perfect; it was sweet; and it was all he ever wanted.
But after hearing of foreign bacon and broken hearts, he realized something –
It wasn't real.
Sure, to him it was, and supposedly it was for Carly too, but –
- that was only because he'd saved her life.
She'd fallen in love with that, not him.
.
It only took one sentence to end it.
He was hurting the whole time, but he knew it was for her sake – and his.
He'd always been sure of his feelings, though.
That much hadn't changed.
Up until he tested the PearPad app on Sam and read her mood – in love.
Up until he had run to Carly, breathless, blurting out, Sam has a crush, Sam has a crush.
Up until he and Carly had devised a (foolproof) plan to lock Sam and Brad in a room together to, in the words of Carly Shay, "hook them up".
Up until he realized their (foolproof) plan wasn't foolproof at all – not because they didn't buy his two(one)-headed frog story; not because Sam knew how to pick the lock; not because they had escaped; but because –
because Sam wasn't in love with Brad –
she was in love with him.
Him, Freddie Benson.
But he hadn't known it then, though.
Not until –
.
He'd been out by the courtyard, comforting Sam.
I know it's hard for you to admit your true feelings. Because when you love someone, you can't be sure they love you back. But that's a risk you have to take –
then, suddenly, she, Sam Puckett, had leaned forward and kissed him, Freddie Benson.
And it wasn't just an innocent peck – oh, no.
Her lips stayed on his for so long, he wasn't even sure if he was in some bizarre daydream or if he was in reality.
And it might have been some bizarre daydream, where he couldn't move – because, in fact, he couldn't.
He was frozen.
She had pulled away, gaze on her sneakers, and muttered a "sorry".
It took him a minute, but he responded and when he did, it was with a simple, barely audible, "S'cool."
He was still frozen.
.
His mind was blank.
Very, very blank.
This wasn't the Sam that had slammed his fingers (painfully) between a laptop.
This wasn't the Sam that had punched him (professionally) in front of Shelby Marx.
This wasn't the Sam that had written him that (hateful) birthday card – Happy birthday. I hate you. Hate, Sam.
This – this was someone completely different.
.
Freddie Benson had always been sure of his feelings for Carly.
So why wasn't he sure of anything now?
A/N: Hello to the iCarly FF archive...*waves*
Okay, since I'm relatively new here (I usually write for Sonny with a Chance and PJO), I have no idea how good/bad this by the iCarly-reader standards (haha), so...let me know in a review? :)
(Side note: I am not a shipper of carly&freddie, nor am I a shipper of sam&freddie. I simply have not made up my mind yet...much like Freddie in this story. Just letting you know. :P)
Review? :)
-Bridgit x
