[A/N] hello guys! :] this is my first iCarly fan fic, so no flames! lol. point of views will be underlined & italicized, and named... (example.. [SAM; POV'.] ...) oh and, this is a seddie, of course, and it's not one of those la ti da, oh fredward, you rock my world...blah. it is listed under tradgedy for a reason! enjoy ;]
DISCLAIMER: no, i don't own iCarly or the Twilght saga, or any other references/people in this fic, except for the minor charaters, Laela and Cohen. if i did, SEDDIE would be a must, and Freddie & Sam would already be together AND YES, I DO KNOW THAT THE FIRST TEN WORDS ARE FROM A TWILIGHT BOOK! ALL CREDIT FOR THAT LINE TO STEPHENIE MEYER! YOU ROCK!! ...on with the story...
[FREDDIE; POV'.]
I never gave much thought on how I would die. I lived most of my life crushing on one of my best friends, Carly. And I mean crushing hard. She was my everything. Sam, my other best friend...she was just freakin' scary sometimes. But I still loved her. Yes, I loved her. She was different from most other girls, tough and mean. Hardly ever wore make-up, and when she did, Carly had to force her. Only twice in my life had I seen Sam Puckett cry. Once, when she was trying to pay Carly and I back. She had had to get a job, and actually work, and I guess it got the best of her. The one other time was when her mother died. She never acted like she loved her, but when she came to my window that night, nearly scaring ME to death, I knew that it was all a facade.
That night, me and Sam became closer. Carly didn't find out about the death until the next day at school. Sam had slept over; me taking the floor and her sleeping in my bed. Carly helped Sam get through a lot. I noticed that up until the funeral, Sam hadn't shed a tear. Shock? Maybe, but maybe not. Wanting to stay strong and keep up her reputation? Probably. Now, laying in the hospital bed I knew so well, after being here for 7 straight months, I realized something. Carly never had my heart. I only pretended that she did, in order to disclose myself from reality. There wasn't any way I could like...Sam. She was my bud, my best friend even before Carly...but that's just it. Before Carly... Those two words came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I closed my eyes and pictured Sam's golden hair, her beautiful green eyes, her moist lips. I'll never forget the facial expression she had the day I asked her to Prom, nor the facial expression she had when I told her I was dying.
You're probably extremely confused; me, going on about some obscene tragedy. I guess I'll start from the beginning...
[A/N] oh, poor freddie. sorry had to cut this short. like i said first fan fic. please read and review! just a reminder!!!! FUTURE CHAPPYS; WILL BE LLLLONG! this was just a 'prologue-y' sorta thing! ;]
catch ya on the flip side.
-Brooklyn!