A/N: I wrote this a long time ago when I was still obsessed with seddie. I never got to upload it, so here it is! *giggle* I edited some parts to my liking now. Of course, this isn't my best piece, but I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or Taylor Swift.
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There she is.
The most perfect girl ever.
Look at her, and you might see that she's just like any girl at the outdoor concert, sporting a blue Taylor Swift concert tee, skinny jeans, and a pair of lime green converse. Waving their cell phones in the air and cheering like crazy when a song ends. Just like any girl.
Not to me.
She's the magnificent sun that brightens up my days, the soft earth that breaks my fall, and the oxygen that I breathe.
Some may say that's way cheesy.
I just love her like that.
Her golden hair glows under the flashing illuminating lights beaming from the stage and her icy blue eyes twinkle from all the cell phones being rocked back and forth.
That sudden realization hits my face.
I love Sam.
Not like her.
Love.
Ew.
No.
Cool.
All those years I've sat there staring at Carly, it was merely puppy love. I adored her, but not the way I love Sam.
God, all those years.
A giggle escapes my mouth which promptly leads to a glare from Sam, who has ears like a hawk.
A song ends.
Carly says she's sick to her stomach.
Probably the food she ate before she came.
She knew she shouldn't have tried their fish.
Sam leads Carly to a quieter area and I call Spencer.
Spencer frantically says that he's coming right away.
When Spencer's brand new Toyota pulls over, Carly tells us to enjoy the concert.
After all I got the tickets.
Carly half-heartedly jogs across the field, partly because she was sick and she didn't really want to miss the concert over an upset stomach.
Sam and I walk in back to the concert field, just as a song ends. The large crowd of girls hollers out, and if you heard it, you could possibly have mistaken it for a horror movie instead.
"I guess it's just me and you, Freddork." Sam says, her voice mixed in with disgust and laughter.
Her soft, melodious laugh.
I wonder why I've never noticed it before.
All of a sudden, the immense amount of girls scream.
The background musicians jam the first few notes out, which instantly triggers another horror scream from the girls.
You Belong With Me
We just stand there listening to Taylor Swift sing the first few verses.
Just standing and listening.
Sam turns to me, mid wave of her cell phone.
"Hey Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I say something?"
"Shoot."
"I think you belong with me."
"What?"
"...You belong with me...."
"Oh."
The sky's dark, and shadows ink everyone's faces, but I can clearly see the faint tinge of pink on Sam's pale, ivory face.
My turn.
"I think we do belong with each other."
The corners of my mouth turn upwards, just a inch.
Before Sam could react, my hands reach out for an embrace, and I put my lips directly on hers.
What could be more romantic?
Kissing the girl I love under the stars at a concert.
And the perfect song.
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me.
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