Author's Note: Okay, first of all, I'm gonna give you something you don't expect.
A Freddie POV Taylor Swift Songfic.
Weird, I know…
Well, without further ado, here we go, ya'll!
iHope You Come In With The Rain
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. All rights go to their respective owners. I also don't own "Come in with the Rain". That's Taylor's and Big Machine Record's song. Lovely… btw. Really great.
Time frame: Senior year of high school. They're eighteen.
Pairing: One sided Seddie, Creddie
Word Count: 1,324 words on Microsoft Word Counter
Spoilers: … nothing. At least I don't think so.
Rated: K+
Episodes Mentioned: None…
Summary: A fluffy little Freddie POV songfic to Taylor Swift's lovely song "Come in With the Rain". Seddie. Future Fic.
I could go back to every laugh,
But I don`t wanna` go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don`t wanna` go there anymore.
We were in the Groovy Smoothie (A/N: I 3 writing scenes about the GS. I adore it. We have a sorta Groovy Smoothie like place in my town, except it's a perfect little coffee shop that's more popular than Starbucks in my town. I love their strawberry smoothies). Carly was on a date with her new boyfriend, David. He seemed like a pretty decent guy, I mean. Carly's never had the best taste in guys (AKA Jake and Griffin).
We were sitting there, sipping our delicious Blueberry Banana Blitz and Strawberry Splat respectively and happily. Until I said it.
"I love you."
Never tell Sam Puckett you love her. Even when you have been dating her for a year and a half and you're eighteen years old.
"Thank you."
"I said, 'I love you', Sam. I love you." I couldn't be less sure where this was going.
"Don't you have anything to say to that?" I asked her.
"Thank you for the chili cheese fries?" she said with a questioning tone in her voice.
"No! Aren't you going to say something else?" I asked. I was getting extremely frustrated by now.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Freddie. But I do know that I wanna go get another smoo-" I cut her off.
"Whatever Sam. Whatever." I got up out of my seat and stormed away.
"Wait, Freddie!" she yelled. "Wait!"
"No. No, Sam, I won't. I don't wanna go there anymore."
Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.
Now I was in my bedroom, doing homework.
I mean, Sam and I had been dating for 18 months, yet we'd never gotten in a big fight. I guess we got all of our aggression out when we argued, which was constantly.
I looked out of the window in my bedroom and saw a rainstorm. I was windy and violent. And like the sky was sad, too.
Sam called me twelve times and texted me twenty two times. Once I answered.
"Talk to the wind, or the sky, or somebody with the reasons. Just tell me when you find something out." I hung up and felt awful.
I'll leave my window open,
'˜Cause I'm too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I'm right here hopin',
That you'll come in with the rain.
I lay awake that night and couldn't fall asleep. I knew Sam was probably right across the hall, at Carly's, sleeping over. Carly had sent my fourteen texts.
freddie, wats rong?
ys sam so sad?
she says u wer da 1 who said janked things up.
y wont u anser me?
wat did sam do?
wat did u do?
she says that u said I luv u.
did u?
did u break ^^?
she says u did.
she wont tell me anything else.
wat the kumquats happened?
omg, just be a man!
ugghghghgh… u guys are stupid.
I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don't wanna have to go that far.
And I, I've got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don't even know where I start.
I replied to the last of Sam's texts.
Sam, i could tell you wats wrong, but then u wouldn't really learn anything. uve gotta figure it out yourself. srry.
The next day was a Saturday. Carly said Sam went home because she had to help her sick mom. I called Carls and asked if I could meet her at Groovy Smoothies to talk at noon.
"Yeah. I'd like that, Freddie. I would. And I need to talk to you about our good friend Sam Puckett," she replied and said that I'd see her there at noon, since her and Spencer were going to an art exhibit at eleven.
After showering and dressing, I drove to the well-known shop and ordered a large Mango Mania. After about five minutes, a very wind-blown, wet Carlotta Shay walked in.
"Sorry I'm late. Spence accidentally parked in a 'fifteen minute parking only' zone and we got towed. We had to go and get it," she smiled.
"No prob."
"So what's going on between the usually-happy couple?" she asked.
"Yesterday, I told Sam I loved her."
"And…" she inquired.
"And she said thank you. Then she commented on the taste of her chili cheese fries."
"Oh. That bombs," she said, trying to console me.
"I know, right? Who says 'thank you' when you tell somebody you love them?"
"Sam."
"Duh," I replied.
"I mean, every time someone is getting ready to break up with her, they say 'I love you, but…'." Carly said.
"'But' what?" I asked.
"'But' I don't really like you anymore. 'But' we just don't have chemistry. 'But' you don't love me. 'But' I don't think this is gonna work out. Every single guy: Jonah, Pete, Shane, Rodney. You know, every guy," she explained.
"So she thought I was gonna break up with her?" I asked.
"Exactly, Freddie. You have Sam to a tee in other areas. Like… what does she mean when she says she hates you?"
"She likes me."
"When she punches you in the arm and then says 'didn't mean to hurt ya, weenie'?"
"That she's just kidding and she's sorry."
"When she says she doesn't wanna go home?"
"That her mom's drunks again."
"Freddie, you know Sam by heart. But when she says thank you, that's her way of saying 'I love you too'. That's one Sam-ism that you don't know yet."
"Thank you Carly," I thanked her. That was incredibly helpful.
I went home after heading to the library to get a book for my research paper.
In the car, I listened to the radio and the weirdest song came on.
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears, I'll leave my window open,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don't wait for the sky to clear.
'˜Cus I'm too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I'm right here hopin',
That you'll come in with the rain.
I remembered saying that to Sam last night. Strange coincidences are abound tonight!
I called her again when I got home.
I've watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don't know what else I can say.
I'll leave my window open
'Cause I'm too tired tonight for all these games.
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain.
She answered quietly, almost a whisper.
"'Ello?" I heard. Weird, it sounded like an echo. Like she was someplace I could actually hear her.
"Sam?" I asked.
"Of course, dipwad!" she snarked.
I walked over to my closet to hang up my jacket. "I just wanted to talk to you."
When I opened the door, boy, was I surprised!
Sam was standing inside my closet!
"What the he--!" I said. "Why are you in my house? In my closet?"
"Well… I figured I could beat some sense outta you if you wouldn't answer my calls!" she yelled.
"Well, I apologize," I sincerely apologized.
I could go back
But I don't wanna' go there anymore'
"And I shouldn't have ignored you at the Groovy Smoothie," she said. "Ya know why?"
"Why?" I asked.
"'Cause… I love you too." And with that, she grabbed the collar of my polo and pulled me into the closet, kissing me.
And even though this may not be a conventional, 'I love you' relationship, I think I like this better.
Way better. Ya know why?
'Cause she finally came in with the rain.
Author's Note:
I shoulda asked this a while ago, but did you guys like iSaved Your Life?
I thought, from a professional, uninvolved point, that it was a good episode.
For Seddie: Funny how Sam made Freddie break up with Carly, the girl of his freaking dreams!!!!!!!!
For Creddie: The whole dang episode! Making out! EEEP!
For Spam: Hello! I mean, Assasin + 'Sucker' = Spamy goodness
For Cam: IDK… maybe Sam coulda been jealous that Freddie got to date Carly instead of her.
Oh… and about my last fanfic…
I realize I sound emo sometimes when I portray Sam. Here's why.
I am not a depressed person. Really. I'm a genuinely happy girl. I don't have any mental problems (I hope. I mean, I'm nuts, but not enough to be put in a crazy house). So don't get me wrong when I say this: I'm truly surprised that Sam can stay friends with Carly. Carly is freaking perfect. Sam is well… Sam. I think that if everybody was talking about how pretty, smart, nice, and good Carly is all the time, I would be jealous. Sam must really care for and love Carly enough to be able to put up with that.
I'm not saying Carly's perfect. I'm saying she seems like it. 'Cause nobody's perfect. Whole premise behind a Hannah Montana song. Look it up.
Jeez, random "Hannah Montana" song time, anyone?
Oh, and do you think I should do a Taylor Swift Seddie Songfic thingy? I think I will!