I sort of had the urge to write. For some reason the phrase 'I hate rain' was stuck in my head. Inspiration comes in small packages I guess.
I don't own icarly, and that was my disclaimer. Just in case you missed it. This is dedicated to my dreams of finding Mr. Right. haha...
A blonde haired girl walked slowly down the street. She had a big puffy winter jacket on that made her look like she was the abominable snowman. Trailing behind her secretly was a brown haired boy in a blue jacket and combat boots. He was tracing her steps in the snow, trying to fit his shoe in hers and failing miserably.
"I hate rain." she mumbled,kicking at the snow; causing it to blow back and hit her face.
The boy chuckled. "Technically It's snow."
She turned around quickly, grabbing a broken tree branch. He laughed, "Like that's going to protect you."
She rolled her eyes and dropped the stick, muttering something about stalkers.
"What do you want, Freddie?"
He didn't answer, and she continued walking. Finally, she walked into an abandoned park. She brushed the snow off of a wooden bench and took a seat. Freddie sat down next to her; much to her annoyance.
"If you keep this up I'm going to get a restraining order."
He scoffed and brushed snow out of her hair. She turned so he couldn't reach her anymore. That just made him move closer.
"I would ask you to talk things out with me, but I know that's not necessarily your style. So I'll just wait patiently" he stated matter-of-factly. She crossed her arms.
"You act like you've wrote a 'How-To-Handle-Sam' manual and it just came on sale."
He laughed lightly at her joke. "I could. I do know you best."
She didn't say anything, and he took that as a silent, I know.
He kept to his word, and remained quiet. She was getting bored. And, if you knew Sam, it didn't take much for that to happen. So, cautiously, she turned to face him. His face was paler than normal. The edges of his nose were pink and his teeth were chattering. That small jacket he wore wasn't doing much good in this weather. A part of her wanted to warm him up, and the other wanted him to remain cold.
"I'm still angry." she said silently, examining the pinkness of his hands. They were looking unbearably cold. He sighed as if he knew this was coming.
"You should be, I was stupid."
It couldn't be that easy, Sam thought to herself. Nobody just admits their wrong without an argument. But maybe he's different. Maybe-I'm different.
"What's the catch?"
His eyebrow rose questionably.
"You know, every good deal has a catch."
He figured she must've learned that the hard way.
"No catch. I was wrong, you were right."
She liked the sound of that. He held his hand out for her to take, and she took it reluctantly. His hand was so cold it burned against her skin like dry ice.
"How long have you been following me?" she asked, standing up beside him.
"Oh, just a few hours."
She laughed.
"Well, you deserved it."
He shook his head knowingly. "But it was worth it." He admitted, as they began to walk sun was setting, you could barely tell it was there because of the coldness. But, sunsets are even more beautiful when they're reflecting off the snow.
And, when you're walking hand in hand with the person you love.
That has to be the best part.
Splat
"Sam!"
"Hey, you're right, it is snow!"
What? I couldn't just let it end there! You have to have some Sam/awesome/coolness/sarcasticness/ right?
Well, at least my oneshots do.
Hope you liked it! It's very short. But that's why It's a oneshot. And, as I'm writing this, I realize that i'm going to make this a chapter of my ' Flash Fiction ' story. It is a series of one-shots. Sounds good to me! Thats not, like, against the rules, right?
hope not.
-Denise