So I decided to write an angst-y Seddie oneshot and all that chizz. Hope you like it.
PS: It's in Italics because I find it really pretty.
She's sitting on a brown bench beside the Groovy Smoothie.
She sighs heavily, her eyelids dropping just the slightest inch.
She barely smiles and barely laughs nowadays.
On iCarly, they're forced and flat.
She doesn't want to laugh, because he loved to laugh.
She doesn't want to smile, because he loved to smile.
It reminds her too much of him.
Snowflakes lands on her eyelashes and her nose.
She chuckles lightly and looks above, the weather catching her attention.
She smiles, and for the first time in a really, really long time, it's genuine.
December is her favorite time of year, because of the snow.
It rarely snows in Seattle, Washington. And when it does, she smiles for an unknown reason.
He walks up to her and sits next to her, looking at her curiously.
When he sees her beautiful smile, he smiles as well.
She turns to him, and asks why he's smiling.
He simply replies, "Because you are."
She's unaware of the smile that steals her face.
She turns her attention up to the sky and sticks her tongue out like a little kid.
"What are you doing?" he asks in amusement.
She doesn't answer, and she doesn't need to. The snowflake that lands on her tongue answers it for her.
"Try it," she encourages him.
And he does.
She stands up and scoops a pile of snow in her hands.
He doesn't notice.
She smirks mischievously.
He still doesn't notice.
She throws the snowball at him, causing the peaceful brunette to fall over the bench and land on the blanket of snow.
She breaks into an explosive fit of laughter.
"Very funny, Puckett," he encounters, rolling his eyes when an idea strikes him.
He takes advantage of her laughing fit to gather up a pile of snow in his cold hands.
She doesn't notice; she's too busy laughing and clutching her stomach, desperately trying to stop the hiccupping laughs.
He throws the snowball at her and she stops laughing.
She gives him a death glare and he smiles innocently, like he did nothing wrong.
She charges towards him and he runs away from her, laughing.
Surprisingly, she's laughing as well.
She tackles him to the ground, and he tries to reverse it, but it isn't easy considering that he's laughing hysterically.
"Stop laughing!" she orders, but is smiling as she yells.
They both give up, knowing it's pointless to carry on.
They lay beside each other, their arms touching the other slightly.
"I love winter," she says to no one in particular.
He smiles, and that's what he does.
Whenever he's around her, he smiles.
Whenever he's thinking of her, he smiles.
Basically, she makes him smile.
The same thing goes for her.
The next day she visits his grave.
She falls on her knees, staring at the sight in front of her.
Here Lies Dead -
Jeremiah Stanley Puckett,
March 18th 1967 – December 1st 2010.
Beloved Father and Friend,
She feels tears filling her eyes, but she ignores it.
She stares at it blankly, not believing the cruelty of this situation.
She wants to visit his grave before Melanie.
She doesn't want to see her Mary-Sue of a twin sister because she left her to go to a fancy boarding school in New York.
She doesn't to see her.
She hates her.
She really, really does.
At least, she thinks she does.
Wait, of course she does. She left.
Everyone she's ever loved left.
She doesn't want people to leave her anymore.
She's, admittedly, scared, as well as emotionally scarred.
No one knows.
She doesn't think anyone cares.
She feels someone's hand on her shoulder and jumps.
"It's me," says a familiar voice.
She stands up and turns to him as if it was in slow motion.
She takes a second to realize the stray tears on her face are hers.
She doesn't question his presence or how he found her.
She's too strangled for words.
He stares at her, not speaking.
She looks into his eyes.
He looks into hers.
They stay like that, speaking in their own telepathic language.
There's no need for words.
Everything seems to be going in slow motion.
She doesn't care.
Her head starts to throb.
She ignores the pain.
Her knees go weak.
She ignores the feeling.
She's reminded of the situation.
She tries her best not to break down.
She feels his eyes burning into her.
She tries to pretend this is enough for her.
That she can take it.
She really can't.
"He's gone." He utters.
And with that, she uncontrollably breaks down.
He pulls her into a tight embrace, and she buries her shoulder into his chest.
Snowflakes fall on her gold locks.
She doesn't have to tell him to keep this moment a secret.
She knows he knows.
Her best friend makes her cupcakes a few months later.
She licks the icing, and that's all she does with the cupcakes.
She turns to her, and notices how shiny her dark brown hair is.
How bright her hazel eyes are.
How fun her style is.
How kind and considerate she is.
How thoughtful she is towards Sam.
She's lucky to have her as her best friend.
When they start iCarly she goes through the segment and the bits, smiling and laughing through it all.
She's surprised to find she's genuinely happy.
She laughs wholeheartedly at Carly's antics.
And Carly laughs at hers.
She misses being happy.
As everything goes by, she suddenly feel as if she found herself again.
The mail comes after everything, and Carly starts jumping up and down and dancing around the room.
She exclaims she got into NYU.
Sam congratulates her and forces a smile.
She goes home, and realizes there's something in the mail for her.
She picks it up and stares at it in disbelief.
No... It couldn't be? ... Is it?
She runs to her apartment and carefully tears it open with a penknife.
It's true.
It's written here in black and white.
She got into NYU as well.
She stares at it for a few more seconds as a smile steals her face.
When she calls the Shay house, her best friend tells her everything's turning out right.
She then makes the hardest webshow she's ever done; she makes the last iCarly webshow... ever.
She realizes that when he goes to college in England, they'll be apart.
Feeling terrible but not wanting to show it, she shows no emotion and does the last iCarly vacantly.
When it's done the audience points out in the comments Sam's lack of enthusiasm.
When her friends question it, she lies.
When she's in NYU, she lies under the sheets mindlessly.
Much to her elation, her best friend becomes her roommate.
After years of studying (Carly forced her to), she graduates with her best friend.
Strangely, she feels a sudden emptiness inside her.
Like part of her is missing.
All of her laughs and smiles are forced.
She realizes what she thought was fixed, is actually broken.
As she sits on the chairs on the school garden, the heels Carly forced her to wear dig into the grass intensely.
Her phone rings.
She picks it up without any enthusiasm.
"Remember me?" a way-too-familiar voice says from the other side of the line.
"Freddie?" She asks in disbelief, surprising even herself at the usage of his actual name instead one of the many nicknames she made in high school.
"Where are you?" she asks, looking around campus.
She catches a smiling face at the side of the bushes, beside Spencer and her mom.
"Found ya," she says, smirking as she snaps the phone shut.
She sighs, sitting on a chair in the middle of a coffee house in New York City.
She swirls the coffee around with her spoon, as uninterested as the next girl.
The soft melody from the speakers above her fills her ears.
She's currently wondering what to do with her life.
Constantly singing in a coffee shop in New York isn't exactly the best thing she could do.
Sven, the owner of the shop, asks her to sing on stage, since the last performers unexpectedly dropped out.
She doesn't oblige, knowing singing would take her mind off things, and grabs her guitar.
She sings a song she wrote not too long ago, entitled 'Meaningless Hopes and Dreams'.
Everything seems faded and blurry, exactly how her life seems so far.
The jingles of the chains above the front door of the coffee house intrude her ears and a customer walks in.
She's pretty sure she stopped breathing.
It's him.
He walks in, wearing a suit and holding a briefcase and orders a cappuccino without noticing her.
Luckily, she doesn't lose her place in the song and continues to sing.
But she just can't take her eyes off him.
Her way-too-familiar angelic voice invades his ears.
He pauses and turns to the stage.
Sure enough, she was there. Singing and staring at him.
Their eyes lock and neither of them can look away.
Their both in a deep state of shock,
She doesn't realize she's stopped singing until the audience applauses forces her back into reality,
She smiles politely and walks down the stairs, walking towards him, but is stopped by a man in a tux.
He goes on and on about her amazing voice, but she isn't entirely listening, her eyes are still focused on him.
"And we would very much like for someone of your talent to sign this recording contract," he finishes, handing her his card. "Here's my card."
When he leaves, she turns her eyes to the white and gold card in her hands.
She realizes he's the famous Michael Franklin everyone's been talking about.
She feels someone take her hand.
She knows exactly who it is judging from the electric shots.
"Sam," he says excitedly.
She turns to him, finding it hard to breath.
They spend the rest the rest of the day in the park, talking and talking.
They lay on the ground, staring at the star-filled night sky.
A long and comfortable silence occurs.
"I saw you talking to Michael Franklin," he says, breaking the silence. "He wants you to sign a recording contract."
"I know," she says blankly.
"Are you?" he asks, sitting upright.
"I don't know." She answers in all honesty, sighing heavily.
More silence.
"I missed you."
She feels tears building up in her eyes, but ferociously blinks them back.
"I missed you too."
"Hey Sam, where are you?" He asks from the other side of the line.
"I'm driving," she says in annoyance.
"Sorry," he apologizes. "There's a problem with the invitation cards for the wedding."
"Eh, you and Crazy can deal with that," she says, making a U-turn on the empty roadside.
"Sam, c'mon, it's our wedding, don't you want to contribute?" He asks and she pauses for a while.
"Nope," she answers, popping the 'p'.
The something unexpected happens.
The brake of the car suddenly brakes.
The car spins around uncontrollably, and Sam desperately tries to take control of the car.
"Sam?" He asks, but no reply comes.
Instead, he is answered by the sound of Sam's car falling of a cliff.
I wish I could tell you that Sam survived the crash, just had some injuries, and proceeded with the wedding.
I wish I could say that Sam and Freddie got married and had two happy and healthy children named Delilah and Oliver.
I, unfortunately, cannot tell you that, because none of those things happened.
Freddie found love; he married a sweet and pleasant girl named Sophia who had no knowledge of his past with Sam. He had a kid named Jason and lived in North Carolina for five years before moving back to Seattle.
His love for Sam never really died, though; she always remained in his heart.
He went to her grave for the last time in winter, bent down on his knee and placed a lily on it, knowing they were her favorite flowers.
Snowflakes fell onto Sam's grace and he stared at them, remembering the time where he played in the snow with Sam.
Snowflakes fell like rain that day.