Seddie Shuffle: Wanted by Holly Brook
Freddie's Point of View
Disclaimer: I do not own the song Wanted, I don't own Holly Brook, and I don't own iCarly or any of the characters, yaddah yaddah yaddah. Oh and for Morgan: I DO totally own Kyle thanks to a bet I made with him over how many people would enjoy his pie.
She looked so beautiful.
She always did.
And when I saw that blue light illuminating her perfect face, I could swear her eyes were painted. Her dress swayed around her knees in such a Sammish way, that it wasn't girly, it wasn't hot, it wasn't pretty or cute or nice. It was beautiful. She was walking down the empty street, coming for Carly to go to the dance together. I couldn't walk with them tonight, my mother had to drop me off and make sure I would be safe. But I would get to see her face there. It was such a tragedy that I loved her, because the way we spoke to each other, everyone swore that we had hated the other. I couldn't be sure whether she hated me or not, but I tried to hope otherwise. Next time we fought so bitterly, I would have to keep quiet and tell her she was hurting me without a sound.
As I was busy staring, my mother pulled me by the elbow and made me get into the car. I looked back behind the seat as I zoomed further away from Sam. Before we passed the flower shop, I decided to ask my mom to stop. In the window, they showed these faded roses. I didn't know much about flowers or how Sam would react when I gave them to her, but I loved the scattered look they had, perfect for how my mind was right now, thinking about the girl I was going to give them to.
Tonight, I was going to make sure Sam knew how wanted she was by me. She was graceful, and everything she did haunted my dreams. The day had passed into night and the stars looked so pretty. I was feeling more romantic than ever. And I'm never really this romantic. Loving Carly, I would have never bought roses or said she was beautiful or noticed how she looked under what lights. Because I had never really loved Carly, I had pretended because I believed it was impossible to love Sam. The whole time I had known either of them, all that I wanted was right in front of me.
My mom hadn't said a word after I told her who the roses were for. She wore a smile on her face nicer than any smile I had seen when the mention of my Carly crush came up. I knew she had approved of my realization.
It wasn't until we reached the dance that I remembered the awful fight Sam and I had had yesterday. I was coming out of it, though, and I hoped Sam was too. I was blue, but I had to shake it off tonight. I wasn't going to wait any longer than I had; almost 15 years of knowing Sam (we went to the nursery together, something no one knows) to finally tell her how I felt tonight. Which is really weird, because I always dreamed this is how I would tell Carly that I loved her, even though I knew she had always known, and always disapproved. Fine.
There she was, alone while Carly tried to find a dance partner for the contest. She watched, seeming to search for something herself. The hell we had gone through together was lifting off of my shoulders. It was one burden gone that may as well have been them all.
Sam's blue eyes caught mine. She smiled in unison with me as I kept taking wide steps toward her, eager to get there. She looked like an angel, and with her eyes she was telling me I could fly with her anytime. I had never seen ham-loving, fierce, feisty Sam be so sweet. I decided I liked both sides of her.
I reached her and gave her the roses silently. She dropped them, which was just fine because I knew what was coming next. Sam looked at me and whispered "Freddork," before clasping her hands around my neck. I held on to her tiny waist and leaned in to kiss her. Before I closed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Carly and a few other girls all giving me the thumbs up. I smiled into this perfect kiss and right then I knew that all I wanted had been right in front of me.
A/N: So what did you think? Was it good? Too out of character? Please click the review button and C/C (criticize/comment!) If you didn't like it, please tell me why so I can work on things. Be harsh if that's how you truly feel!