Hello everyone! Well, a few days ago I heard this song (She's killing me, by a Rocket to the moon) and I thought " OMG, It's so Seddie!" so I decided to write this story..
I'm 14 and I'm italian, so forgive all the grammar errors... and PLEASE,PLEASE review!
Of course, I don't own iCarly :(
"I can't stand you!" I shouted at that blond headed demon.
"Well, you're an idiot!" she shouted back at me.
"Shut up!" Carly interrupped us, screaming as well "I can't stand the two of you anymore! You're eighteen, guys, stop arguing like children!" .
Seeing that we stopped talking, she went on:
"Sam, I can't come with you at the Meat Festival. Zach asked me out, you know it. But Freddie can come with you. He has just bougth a new car, hasn't he?" .
"No way! I mean, yes, I bought a car but no, I'm not going with Sam at the Meat Festival! No way!"
oOoOoOo
A few hours later, I was driving down the highway with my best enemy sat next to me.
Sam was eating a susage sandwich, making breadcrumbs everywhere.
"You're welcome" I said.
"Hm?" She asked with her mouth full of sausage.
"You're welcome for telling me thanks because I'm coming with you at that stupid Meat Festival!"
"Oh, no problem" she answered, as if I should have been honored to drive her somewhere.
The trip was quiet for a few hours, each of us thinking about our own problems.
"Well, why did you stop the car?" Sam asked, rising her eyebrows.
"I didn't stopped, it stopped!" .
"What? You bought it two days ago, and it's already broken? I think they cheated you, Freddifer!" .
"Sam, we're eighteen, could you just stop calling me names?" I asked, getting out of the car and opening the hood; a cloud of smoke came out.
Sam cursed.
"If you were more polite, Sam.." I began.
"If I were more politewe would be in the same situation!" she answered back.
I snorted: I hated when she was right.
"We should try to call someone" I suggested "It' s almost dark".
Sam went back to the car to take her mobile phone and, after she checked for a minut she informed me : "I don't have money. And there's no signal, anyway".
I snorted again. I was going to pass my night in a car with Sam. Great, really great.
"Well" I said while my stomach started to grumble "At least we've still got the sandwiches!" .
Sam looked at me with a gulty face for a second.
"Please" I begged her "Tell me you didn't eat all the sandwiches!" .
"I was hungry!" Sam protested weakly.
I sighed and returned to the car, turning the radio on to break the embarrassing silence which had formed between us when she sat next to me again.
All my friends are coming over
and I hope nobody told her
she has a way
of turning sunshine into rain
"Well, look at the bright side!" Sam pointed out "It could have been worse!"
In that very moment there was a thunder and heavy rain begin to fall.
"Kidding" she said, shivering with cold.
I got on the shirt she hates
I just know the face she'll make
even though it hurts,
she's my favorite pain
I took off my swetshirt and handed it to her.
"I'm not going to wear it!" Sam protested "It's striped!" .
But since she shivered again, I put it on her by force from her head.
"Don't you dare touch me!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled under the sweatshirt, and when she came out of that tangle sleeves she punched me on the shoulder.
"Ouch!" I protested, but with a smile. She hadn't hit me hard for long time now.
I increased the volume of the radio, just to do something.
She never drives her car,
she drives me crazy,
she ran out of gas,
and somehow I'm to blame
"Listen to the song!" I exclaimed "Look like it's talking about you!" .
"It's not true!" she protested, trying to switch the hot air button on, only to punch it when she noticed it didn't work.
"Look what you've done, Freddie! You broke it!" .
"See? It's always my fault, according to you!" .
I'll take her out
and drop her off
on the outskirts
of our town
"See?" I asked her, listening to the song e taking a book from my backpack "Even the song says I should leave you here, Sam!"
"Even the song says I should leave you here, Sam!" she repeated, laughing. I smiled as well, not knowing why.
I leave a trail of roses
that lead back home
(So come back home)
I opened the book and I pulled out the flower I used as bookmark. It still smelt good and I gave it to Sam, who took it smiling. It almost looked like we were flirting. Weird.
She'll pick a fight
for no good reason,
She knows I'll
never leave
"Sam" I exclaimed "Did you just eat the flower?" .
"I was hungry!" she answered me with her mouth full of petals "You know, it actually tastes really good!" .
"You're impossible! Whatever you do, you always make me freak out! I should really leave you here!" .
"You'd never do that, Freducation" she answered quiet "Even the song says that" .
We looked into each other's eyes, wondering if the next line was going to talk about us, too.
I love her
half to death
but she's
killing me
Sam opened her eyes and turned quickly to the window.
"It's evident it doesn't talk about us" she pointed out, embarrassed.
"Yeah" I confirmed, embarrassed as well. In that moment the phone rang.
"It's Gibby!" I exclaimed, happy.
"Answer, idiot! And put the speakerphone on!" .
All my friends,
they say the like her
but I know
behind my back
they all think the same things
that I do
"You're loked in a car with Sam? How lucky!" Gibby told sarcastically, after Sam and I explained him everything.
"I know, I know! You just find a car to drive us home tomorrow! Goodnight!" I snorted as I closed the conversation up.
She spends her daddy's
credit card and says
that I'm the one
who's lazy,
she's like
a dream
and a nightmere
coming true
Sam took her handbag and tried to find something. A few minutes later, she closed her bag, satisfied, with a shiny object in her hand.
"Please, tell me that's not a golden ham!" I exclaimed, after observing it for a second "How much was it?".
"500 dollars" Sam answered simply "What?" she added, seeing that I was staring at her with my eyebrows raised "Staring at it makes me sleep! That's why I bought it!" .
Then she punched me on the shoulder, smiling.
And I wouldn't have it
any other way,
she can change
her clothes
she can change
her hair
but she'll always
be the same
"You know, Fredduccini, I was thinking I should change style" Sam informed me, while I was fiddling with a piece of paper I found in my pocket.
"I mean" she went on "Perhaps I should change haircut o wear more girly-girly dress, like Carly. Maybe boys would notice me then" .
From the last sentence I understood that it mustn't have been easy, for Sam, being friend with a cute girl like Carly. But I couldn't deny that Sam was beautiful, with those blue sparkly eyes, her long hair and her red lips that... God, what was I thinking?
"Sam, you don't have to change! I mean, we all know that you're dangerous when you want" I said, making her smile "But you're smart, and funny and... kinda attractive" .
"Attractive?" .
"Well, yes... I mean, if I were a boy..."
"Whoa, Benson, are you finally admitting you're a girl?" Sam interrupped me, smirking.
"If I were a boy who doesn't know you as I do" I went on, smirking as well "I 'd probably think you're kinda cool. All the boys who don't like you are just jerks" .
So I went out
and bought her roses,
she complained
about the thorns,
I cought her smiling
and that's what
I do it for
Listening to the song, an idea crossed my mind, so I folded the piece of paper in my hand to get a rose and gave I to sam.
"It's a paper rose, Freddie!" she complained, just like the song said.
"That really seems our song, doesn't it?" Sam asked me then, pointing at the radio.
"Yep" I confirmed.
"Well, except that 'I love her half to death' thing. Of, course that's wrong!" she specified, embarrassed.
I've never know what made me said what I said, but I never regret it.
"You're right. It's wrong. I don't love you 'half to death', I love you to death" and after said it, I kissed her.
After a second of shock, she kissed me back and moved her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair. I put my right hand on the back of Sam's neck and pushed her closer to deepen the kiss.
When we pulled apart, Sam smiled as that was what she always wanted.
"Whoa! I'd never thought that a dork like you could b brave enough to do something like that!" .
"To do waht? This?" I asked and kissed her agian.
"No, this!" she answered, kissing me back.
"Ah! I thought you meant this!" I concluded, kissing her again and again.
oOoOoOo
When Carly Sahy, the next morning, found her best friends still hugging in the car, she murmured to herself:
"Forcing the engine was apparently a good idea!" .