A/N Hello fellow readers/writers. So I've finally managed to find time to write again, but I've discovered that I'm more than a little rusty. So I decided to challenge myself by writing a series of ficlets based on songs from my Seddie playlist on my iTunes. (Yes, I have one of those.) I'm going to post one a day; some will be based on canon, and some will be AU. Hopefully the constant writing will help me improve. I recommend listening to the songs or at least reading the lyrics to help understand where the story is coming from.
I'd also like to apologize to anyone who was waiting on a new chapter of "On My Way to Believing." I've taken it down. Like I said, I'm not happy with where my writing is now, and I want to improve a lot before I revise and respost the entire fic.
Okay, I'll stop talking. Read and review please? Constructive criticism is always helpful.
Song: "The Moment I Knew" by Taylor Swift. Slightly AU, future.
Disclaimer: Don't own iCarly. It all belongs to Nick and Dan Schneider.
She glanced at the caller ID and sucked in a breath, hesitating before hitting the accept button.
"Hey."
"Hey." His deep voice used to make her shiver; now the sound just left her empty.
"So...happy birthday."
"Good to know you remembered." She smiled grimly, almost hearing him flinch at the bitterness in her voice.
"Look, I know you're mad and I swear, I meant to be there but – "
Sam cut him off. "Whatever, nub. I didn't even notice you weren't here."
(She wasn't lying. It's not like she had actually spent time picking out the red top, leather jacket, and dark skinny jeans she was wearing. And she definitely hadn't worn the necklace with a mini replica of her iCarly remote – the only gift that Freddie had given her while they were dating – all because of an old promise that he made about being there for her twenty-first birthday.)
Silence fell, one so thick that Sam had to break it before she buckled under the weight of the memories and regrets and what-ifs.
"Well? if you don't have anything else to say, then you can go. I wouldn't want to keep you," she muttered sarcastically.
A pause. "I'm sorry, Sam. " For everything, were the words that hung unsaid but understood between them.
She clutched the phone tighter in her hand as she glanced around the room littered with plates, used napkins, confetti and the shreds of a hope that she had refused to acknowledge even to herself. "Yeah. Me too."