Hey guys! I'm back with a challenge that I'm going to do - a challenge of Seddie! Okay, so everyday for 100 days you are going to see a new One-Shot everyday. Probably small, like this one. So for 100 days, you're going to see 100 short one-shots!
~Charlotte~
Day 1 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Purple.
It was a normal Thursday afternoon as Sam walked into the Shay apartment. Carly was sitting on the couch in front of the television eating grapes and Sam sat beside her. A few seconds after Sam walked in, Freddie Benson, wearing a blue shirt and his normal jeans, came into Carly's apartment after hey.
"Hey, Benson," Sam greeted. Today she was wearing a red T-shirt, light jeans and some high top sneakers.
"What's up," Carly said to him.
"Sam, Carly," he replied to them both. He sat down next to Sam and grabbed a hand full of popcorn from the bowl that was in front of them on the coffee table. They all stared at the TV when Sam piped up and noticed something.
"You know, we always wear red and blue," Sam said to Freddie.
"Oh yeah, one day I'm wearing red, you're wearing blue, and when I'm wearing blue, you're wearing red!" he noted.
"You're purple," Carly said.
"Ha, I guess we are," Sam said. Secretly she was so happy. She liked Freddie, more than she wanted to. She knew Freddie would never like her back but she'd never given up hope that one day he might wake up and realise what he's been missing.
"And you know when that fan war happened at Webicon?" Carly began.
"Yeah," Sam and Freddie said simultaneously.
"They were saying that the colour for Seddie is purple."
"How did you know that?" Sam asked. Her heart jumped at the sound of the words Seddie and purple. She liked that her and Freddie were shipped together, Seddie sounded better than 'Creddie'. It rang in her ears and she liked the way it was said. Seddie. She could get used to that.
"The Seddie fans came up to me when you were getting a Fat Shake and when Freddie went to the bathroom, and then they just kept saying purple. It was kind of weird..." Carly trailed off.
"Aw, right," Freddie said. Although Sam didn't know it, Freddie really liked Sam as well. The way she would terrorise him would make him feel safe, even though he wasn't actually safe in that way. He felt safe as if she was actually protecting him just by her interacting with him – even if it did cause him pain.
"I ship Seddie, you know," Carly said, getting up and leaving the room.
An hour later, Carly came back down the stairs to see Sam and Freddie kissing on the sofa, hands intertwined. Them, pressed against each other, looked purpler than ever. They weren't two colours, only mixed together when they had to be, they were one colour, a colour that was solid and stable. They were purple.
R&R!