A/N Don't really know where this came from. Just though I'd post it anyway. Just a short and sweet reflection on Carly/Freddie and Sam/Freddie.
Freddie used to think it was all rather stupid, the way people would say "be careful what you wish for," – surely, it would all be a bit pointless to waste energy on a wish that you hadn't spent hours of your life contemplating in some way or another – and yet now, with his hand resting warmly inside of Carly's as they walk in silence out of the Groovy Smoothie, it's the only thought that comes to mind.
It's unsettling for Freddie, to realise that he's finally going to have to pack away those ideas of what could have been and instead prepare herself to deal with what they are. He's not really sure what he's supposed to do now that they've reached this point – that point being, that Carly finally stopped rejecting him and actually agreed to give them a go – doesn't really know how either of them are going to say to make this, them, right enough for all of his expectations to be met.
Carly squeezes his hand a little tighter out of nowhere and it makes Freddie relax a little; tilting her head to find her offering a reassuring half smile. And it is that, only a half smile, because its become tiring already, trying to make them work.
As they walk still hand in hand back to the apartment the awkward air that they had been experiencing all night returned. The feeling that made Freddie want to let go of her hand; because it's just not right. He can't define it, it's not something he had ever expected. He had been in love with Carly for years, there was never a question in his mind that they would be perfect together, until now.
He had had a pleasant night. The conversation flowed easily, they made each other laugh, they were completely at ease together. An outsider may look on the date as a success but Carly and Freddie both knew that was not the case. They were perfect together; as best friends, nothing more. Freddie realises this now, he just wished he had seen it sooner.
Freddie can't help but let his mind wander to the way he feels when he's with a certain blonde. With Sam everything is unexpected. Being with her is frustrating, exciting, terrifying and amazing at the same time. The complete opposite of a date with Carly.
"I've had a good time tonight, Freddie," Carly's says as they stand uncomfortably in the hallway.
Freddie chuckles because it's a bit ridiculous; how formal she's being. He tries not to think that Sam would never bother to meet normal date ending expectations.
"This isn't right, Carly, us" He says because he thinks it's better just to be honest.
Carly's face lights up in a look of surprise and relief.
"Yeah, I know. Think I've known all along," She says after a pause with a sad smile.
"It's just there's no..." He begins, searching for the words.
"Spark," She finishes her him.
"Yeah," He agrees. "I wasted all that time, pining after you," Freddie says, shaking his head at himself.
"At least we know now," Carly shrugs, "That we're better off as best friends."
Freddie smiles. "I do love you, though, as a friend."
"I love you too, Freddie," She grins pulling him in for a hug.
Freddie accepts her embrace is strangely relieved to feel nothing but platonic love for his friend.
Carly pauses of a moment, as if searching for something to say. "You know, there's always been a spark between you and Sam. Always."
Freddie doesn't respond, just knows she's right.