I am at my brother's soccer game, and thought of this. I am SO sorry world. So sorry.
(Oh, on a side note, I MIGHT be going to see Demi Lavoto and Hot Chille Rae.)
Disclamier: If I owned iCarly, do you THINK I would be writing fanfiction?
Sam sat in the back of the night club that night, watching her best friend get drunk and hit on guys. Carly's best pick-up line when drunk was, "Flunble hocka MOOOO!", so this usally only worked on drunk people. Freddie walked up to Sam, and laughed.
"You're not dancing tonight, Sam?" Freddie asked.
"Oh, Freddie! What a pickup line. YOU make them good girls go BAD." Sam said, laughing. "I have no one to dance with."
"Yes, you do." Freddie said. Suddenly, Brokenhearted came on, and Freddie handed Sam a mic.
"I'm singing for this club?" Sam asked.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Sam Puckett." Freddie said, earning a round of applause from those not drunk, and a "FLUE!" From Carly. Sam smiled and started singing.
"This is more than a typical kinda thing
Felt the jones in my bones when you were touching me, oh oh
Didn't want to take it slow
In the days, going crazed, I can barely think
You're replaying in my brain, find it hard to sleep, oh oh
Waiting for my phone to blow.
Uh oh, yup"
Sam was surprised as Freddie lifted a mic from his pocket and started rapping.
"Now I'm here in a sticky situation
Got a little trouble, yup and now I'm pacing
Five minutes, ten minutes, now it's been an hour
Don't wanna think too hard, but I'm sour.
Oh oh, I can't seem to let you go!"
Freddie looked at Sam, whishing that she would understand why he choose this song. He wanted her to be his girlfriend. And he hoped that this song would show here just that. That he didn't want her to leave him broken hearted, and that he was'nt going to let her go, tonight.
Sam started singing again.
"See I've been waiting all day
For you to call me baby
So let's get up, let's get on it
Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight
Come on, that's right
Honest baby I'll do
Anything you want to
So can we finish what we started
Don't you leave me brokenhearted tonight
Come on, that's right.
Cheerio."
Sam looked at Freddie and tipped her hat as she said 'Cherrio.' She was mainly singing this song for him. No matter what Sam said, she wasn't over Freddie. She wanted him back as much as he wanted her back, if that was possible. She loved him, a lot, and wanted to be with him forever. She sighed softly and started singing again.
"What's the time, such a crime
Not a single word, sipping on that petrone
Just to calm my nerves, oh oh
Poppin' bottles by the phone
Oh yeah
Back me up, pat me down, turn me inside out
That's enough, call me up
Baby I'm in doubt, oh oh
And I don't even think you know, no no no."
She knew that Freddie didn't know and looked at him as she sang this so that he would get the message that she was a little too NOT over him. Freddie rapped again.
"Anything you wanna do, I'll be on it too.
Everything you said is like go with the view
Business in the front, party in the back.
Maybe I was wrong, was that outfit really whack?
This kinda thing doesn't happen usually.
I'm on the opposite side of it truthfully.
I know you want it, so come and get it.
Cheerio
When you gonna call
Don't leave me brokenhearted"
Freddie got closer and rested his head on Sam's.
"I'll be waiting up."
Sam and Freddie kissed and the whole club broke into claps, except for Carly who said. "RAMAHUM HAHAHHAHAHA!"
"Does that mean that we're a couple?" Sam asked.
"Maybe." Freddie said. Sam smiled and kissed Freddie again.
I hoped that you liked it! Please review!