SOOOOOOOOO I can't wait for iDo. I just hope there are some Seddie moments. And this is what I hope happens. Even though it never would…
If it makes no sense and is horrible, I wrote this on a last week's 7am commutes into central London on an overcrowded train.
It wasn't like their usual fights. He had taken Carly's side, but what had she expected. In the end Carly had forgiven her and they had managed to hug it out. It wasn't the same with Freddie. After all, in the back of her mind there was always that one reason. Because with Freddie it hurt that tiny bit more. That little bit extra and siding with Carly was just like rubbing salt into the wound. Not that she would ever show it.
It wasn't as if she had done it on purpose. She hadn't meant to tell Jenny that her husband to be was a boring nub and that she would be better off with someone fun and spontaneous. How was she supposed to know that the woman was going to ditch Tom and go all mushy-brained for Spencer?
Whatever, Carly had saved the day as usual and basically forced her to apologise to the bride. And what had she got in return? A dress. A frigging bridesmaid's dress that she would have to wear on camera in front of all the iCarly viewers.
Jenny was alright in Sam's book. She was quirky, took no lip from anyone and had an amazing appetite for meat. But Sam thought that she was completely insane marrying a bookworm teacher. But when she asked Jenny why she had chosen Tom, Jenny had told her that Tom was kind, loyal and she knew one hundred percent that he would stand by her no matter what. Sam had hoped Jenny had missed the glance that she had thrown Freddie while the bride was describing Tom.
Reluctantly, Sam had changed into the blue bridemaid's dress. She had to admit that as far as bridesmaid's dresses go, it wasn't that bad. And it was the least she could do. She had almost ruined the entire wedding.
After changing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Carly had persuaded her to do some up-do thing with her hair and stick on a bit of make-up but the random curls that weren't up kept tickling her face everytime she moved.
Carly stepped into the room. "Sam, you look amazing! Come on, we have to go." Carly proceeded to drag Sam out of the bathroom and up to the start of the aisle. "We're going down the aisle in pairs. Tom's brother, Nick and I and You and Freddie."
Sam protested. "Wait, why do I have to be with the nub?" But she had answered her own question when a cute blonde headed 17-year-old boy introduced himself as Nick.
Just then, Freddie had decided to join the gang. Sam eyed him in his formal wear and cursed herself for thinking that he looked good. It wasn't as if he needed to boost his ego any more.
As Freddie turned to face Sam his eyes widened. "Sam! You look-"
Sam cut him off. "Don't you dare say it!" she warned.
"What? I was just going to say you look nice."
Sam trod on his foot. Hard.
Freddie looked down at his foot for a second before saying "OWW!"
"I warned you Fredface," she said with light humour. Man, she loved hurting that boy.
Freddie took another look at Sam's footwear. "Really? Sneakers? With that dress?"
"Well I wasn't going to wear the heels that Carly picked out for me."
Carly turned to face her friends. "Would you guys quit it? I'm trying to get to know Nick a little better," she said through gritted teeth.
Both Freddie and Sam rolled their eyes in synchronisation before Sam realised that she wasn't on speaking terms with the momma's boy.
"Just an FYI. I'm not speaking to you."
"What the hell did I do?"
"You sided with Carly."
"So?"
Carly interrupted them again by shoving a blue and white bouquet of flowers into Sam's arms. "Just hold it and smile would you?" Sam made a face at Carly and stared at the flowers.
As Carly turned away, Sam managed to get one more dig at Freddie's ribs with the elbow before the music started.
Sam didn't realised that she had been holding her breath as she held onto Freddie's arm down the aisle until they had reached the end and he had let her go.
The wedding reception was in full swing. Carly and Nick were really hitting it off which meant that Sam had been ignored the whole night. Freddie had been avoiding her too.
There was only so long that Confetti and party favours could keep a girl entertained but she wasn't desperate enough to dance by herself just yet. As she scanned the room trying to spot someone that she recognised, she locked eyes with the Benson boy. He was by himself and bravely, he took the steps across the dance floor towards her.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? Siding with Carly is just an old habit."
"A habit you have no intention of stopping," Sam replied with a low grumble so that Freddie couldn't make out the words.
"What?"
"Nothing."
There was an awkward pause. They always had awkward pauses. Sam was never at ease with the boy. How could she be? She was too scared that she would slip up and he would find out the truth. Sam had just put this crush down to hormones. After all they were going though puberty, chiz like this was supposed to happen. She used to be sure that it would all blow over, but as the years went by, it was looking less and less likely.
Sam finally looked at Freddie and follwed his gaze. He was watching Carly and Nick dancing. Sam had the urge to kick the boy where it hurts. Even when he was with her he was always thinking about Carly.
"Why don't you get the hint. Carly will never love you." She said through gritted teeth.
Freddie sighed. "I know. Sometimes I wish someone would just like me for me you know? Yeah, yeah, I'm a dork and no one will ever love me."
"ARE YOU FOR REAL? ARE YOU COMPLETELY BLIND!" Sam burst without thinking.
Freddie looked at Sam, astonished by her outburst. "What's your problem?"
"AGGHHHH!" Sam screamed into his face before attempting to find Spencer. She needed to be anywhere but in Freddie's company. But Freddie had other plans and grabbed her arm before she could make a swift exit.
"I'm not going to let you go unless you tell me what's wrong. You've been in a crabby mood all day."
"It's none of your business Fredbag!"
"It is when you're being crotchety with me."
"Crotchety? Really?"
"Carly uses it!"
Sam yanked her arm back. The reminder of Freddie's love of Carly was like a slap in the face.
"Just leave me alone Fredweiner!" By this point they were more or less in the middle of the dance floor and everyone had stopped dancing to see what the commotion was about.
Freddie didn't seem to care that he had an audience. "Why do you always have to be like this? Why can't you be a normal girl for once?"
Sam let out a hollow laugh. "What? Like Carly?"
"Yeah! At least Carly doesn't act like a thuggish lout!"
Sam saw red. "Screw you Fredward Benson! You're a jerk! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I EVER THOUGHT I WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU!" she screamed before realising the magnitude of what she had just said. She clamped her left hand over her month fiercely and screwed her eyes shut. There was pin drop silence. At some point during the argument the DJ had turned the music off.
After a full 10 seconds Sam forced herself to open her eyes and look at Freddie.
To say he was surprised was an understatement. The remains of his punch were on the dance floor and his jaw look like it was going a similar way.
Sam couldn't stand all the eyes on her any longer, especially Freddie's and with a deep breath she walked over to the newly married couple. She thanked them for a lovely day and walked out of the reception hall with her head held high.
What's more, Freddie had made no attempt to stop her.
But really? What had she expected?
So what did you all think?
Good?
Bad?
More than a one-shot?
I don't know. I think it would be a good place to leave the episode.
Please leave a review and tell me what you think.
DDF
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