Hello, people of the internet! I now come with a kind darkish fic about Sam and Freddie and the like. I started writing another fic called iKissed him back, but I'm re-writing it because I don't think it was my best. On with the show!
--
Sam took a deep breath before turning the corner, her heart rate increasing as she started down the wonky path. What am I going to do? She silently asked herself as she observed the setting. She walked through this park every day on her way home from Carlys, and it was always so radiant, so green, so alive. But now, after dark, the magic it held in the day time had completely evaporated.
A cool, fine mist seemed to hang in the air, while the towering, dense, trees seemed to close in on her, jagged branches protruding from the darkness like threatening hands. The slow breeze was enough to lift the sparse carpet of brittle leaves from their place on the slightly dewy ground with a rustle so startling in the eerie silence it might as well have been an explosion. Bushes sat scattered everywhere, no apparent pattern or order but each holding the same shiny black-coloured berries, glinting in the moonlight like a creatures eyes just before attack.
What had led her to this? Her mum had always simply ignored her every day, her attention turned on whichever guy she was screwing that night. But tonight, in a cataclysmic turn of events, Sam's mother had exploded, raging at Sam and eventually kicking her out of the house with no more than her school bag and a cut cheek.
Sam finally exited the park, the fear in the pit of her stomach still not disappearing or even decreasing. She wasn't sure where her legs were carrying her, she just hoped it was somewhere safe, somewhere she knew well.
She crossed the road and stood outside Carly's building, sighing. Her second home, the place she knew so well. She went inside, the room feeling a lot safer without Lewbert there, but still frighteningly ghostly and empty.
Several minutes later, she was standing outside Carly's apartment door, her hand hovering in the air, halfway to knocking. What would she do once she got in there? Yeah, she could tell Carly her problems, but what would happen after that? Carly always managed to steer the conversation back to the latest gossip, or her latest crush, or Zac Efron's latest movie. No advice for Sam.
What Sam needed was a real friend, a sensitive person, who would listen to her and try to advise her. Someone like...
She turned around and knocked on Freddie's door, softly knocking in Morse code for "iCarly" like Freddie had taught her the week before. Less than a minute later the door opened and a sleepy looking Freddie stood before her, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
'Sam?' he said tiredly. 'What's up?'
'Can I stay here tonight?'
--
Ookay, there it is. I wasn't sure if I was going to publish this but, here you go. If you have any suggestions for the plot, or my writing, don't hesitate to tell me in a review.
Okey dokey! Thanks for reading, bye!
Charz x