I need to take a break from writing all my other fanfics so I kind of made this one.
It's short but please give it a try.
It's my first time to write an iCarly fanfic so please be nice.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN iCarly
I love him, I really do but it I can never tell him that.
She's my best friend and they love each other, there's no way I'm breaking that because of my selfishness.
But let me think, what's love?
Is it the way you want the buy in your bed every night? Is it the way you want to kiss him till you die? Is it when you stalk him every day?
Or is it when you're heart starts beating faster when you see him or is it the part when his smile brightens up your whole day? I guess it's one of those but here I am now, watching my best friend and the guy that I love kiss in front of me and I have no other option than to smile.
It's been hours since that scene and all of my thoughts were still rummaging in my head, Am I in love with Freddie Benson?
I hope not because I'm dead to my best friend.
"I'm out!" Sam exclaimed before standing up from the couch and went out of my apartment.
"I'm happy for you and Sam." I told Freddie and he nodded gratefully.
"Thanks." He smiled his perfect smile.
I just wish I was the cause of it. Yes, I asked the question that made him smile but he only did it because he was thinking of Sam.
A good relationship has its bumps in the roads, right? But apparently they can smoothen it out and their relationship is one of those good ones. That should be me pressing my lips against his perfect ones.
"I've been thinking about installing a program that…" he started talking again.
It's one of his tech talks that make him so funny yet boring at the same time. Only he can do it, he can do a lot of stuff but I can't have him.
He's not mine.
It pains me to even think about it. He's not mine; he's my violent best friend's boyfriend. Shouldn't I be happy for them?
I said it to him but did I really mean it?
No, I didn't. I love him; I love him with all my heart.
And we're back to the question, what is love?
It seems that I'm feeling it. My heart beats faster whenever I'm talking to him. I always have to fight a blush when my skin touches his. I always get lost in his sparkling eyes and I want to kiss those perfect lips.
I want to be the one that's under his arm, the one he'll love. I was his but he wasn't mine
"Carls, are you okay?" he asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yup." I lied. I'm not okay if I don't have him.
"Good, I better go." He chuckled, standing up and ha walked to the door.
"I love you." I mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked, turning around.
"Nothing." I smiled and my heart cracked.
"See you." He waved off and closed the door.
"Right." I said, looking down.
What is love?
It's only for luck bastards to enjoy!
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