tori72663 reviewed on my story Super Seddie 100 Word Challenge that they had an idea for a one-shot and I really liked it! But I couldn't find any words in the challenge that I could use it for, so I decided not to let such a good idea go to waste so I made a story! Hope you like it, tori72663!
Freddie Benson sat on his bed, fiddling with his guitar. He strummed to the tune of the song he had just written, humming the words to himself. He got right to the end and sighed. The problem was he didn't have an end. He found the song so great and didn't want to mess it up with one stupid verse. Especially because he didn't want that verse replaying in his head whenever he saw Sam.
Yes, he had written the song for Sam Puckett. He viewed her as the most wonderful girl ever and wanted to put his feelings to paper, so he wrote a song for her. In fact, he was even planning on singing it for her. He just didn't want to mess up a good moment with a jank verse.
"Ugh!" he yelled, tossing the guitar on the bed and standing up, "I'll never get it!" He growled in frustration and banged his fist against his wall. Almost immediately Mrs. Benson, his mother, was in his room.
"Freddie!" she cried, "What was that horrible noise?!"
"Nothing!" Freddie yelled, wanting his mom to leave before she caused him even more aggravation, "I just hit the wall!"
"You shouldn't hit walls!" she shouted, "You could hurt your hand! And why do you have a pencil?!" She pointed a bony finger at his bed where a sharp-tipped pencil lay on his notebook. Freddie sighed.
"I need it to write!" he shouted as Mrs. Benson snatched the pencil away.
"Pencils are pointy and could give you splinters!" she yelled, "Now, wait here while I get you a nice crayon!" She then left Freddie in pursuit of a crayon. Freddie sighed angrily and grabbed another pencil from inside his desk drawer. He wrote the new words that had just popped to mind on his notebook. Then he took his guitar in hand and strummed to the new beat he thought up.
"'I wanna hold you tight and kiss in the rain'." he sang, "'Then you'd punch me and smile like you do. Sounds really odd, but it's what I want. I wanna hug you and kiss you and shampoo your pretty hair. Pretty hair'."
Wow, that's lame! he thought, I sound like Oliver Oken with Hannah Montana. He took the pencil and erased the words feverishly.
"Freddie!" his mom screamed as she arrived back in the room.
"Mom, it's not even sharp!"
Little did Freddie Benson know, as his mom lectured him on safety, Sam Puckett was doing the same thing he was in the iCarly studio. Guitar in her arms, she softly played the song she was writing for a certain tech-nerd. And, like Freddie, she couldn't find a good ending.
"'Baby, why'd you have to go and make me this way'?" she sang, "'I don't even know if you even love me. Why can't I just say I love you? I need you, and I wish for you to need me'!" She stopped and sighed. They were good words but used so much. She scraped the needing part from her mind and tried to think of a new verse.
"'Baby, why'd you have to go and make me this way'?" she sang, "'I don't even know if you even love me. Why can't I just say I love you?' Dang!" She stopped singing because she had no words and threw the guitar down. What was the use? Freddie wouldn't like her even if she did get a great ending. Why would he love a girl who constantly made him look like a fool?