Hey frans! BananaPudding here! Alright, so I thought since you guys have been great sports at clicking that little review button at the bottom of the page, you deserve a multi-chapter fic. So here it goes.
Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, there would be so much Seddie, you'd explode.
ICan't Catch My Breath
Chapter One
Riding Home With Taryn
I high-fived my AV buddies as I exited Ridgeway High School. Taryn's mom offered to drive me home, so I took the offer.
The Spiller's car smelled of cinnamon and Mrs. Spiller's perfume. I sat nervously in the left backseat, trying to avoid meeting Taryn's eyes. She was the girl I recently had a crush on. Her jet black, curly hair fell to the small of her back, and her green eyes smiled. I felt my face go hot at the thought of her beauty.
"So………….." Taryn started. Her mom just sat quietly in the front seat. She believed talking was unnecessary while driving.
"So what?" I asked like an idiot. I mentally slapped myself. Hard.
"Ok. I can't not say anything about it anymore. What's the deal with you and Sam?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on. You can't tell me you don't feel any tension between the two of you."
It took me about two seconds to reply.
"I hope you don't find me rude, but there is no way I would ever even consider liking that putrid, aggressive, abusive, abrasive, disgusting, unappealing, blonde-headed demon in my lifetime."
She paused, taken aback by the force I used on my words.
"Harsh."
"Yeah? Well, so is she!"
She paused again, looking more hurt this time.
"I'm sorry, Taryn. It's just she can get me so angry sometimes. I've gotten better at pushing it aside, I really have. But I didn't mean to take this out on you. It was an innocent enough question. I wont ever…."
"Freddie!" Taryn shouted, then laughed. "It's ok."
"We're here. Bye Freddie," Mrs. Spiller said, finally talking once we had come to an abrupt stop.
"Thank you, Mrs. Spiller," I said, stepping out of the car.
'No problem."
I gave a short wave as they drove off and sighed. Yet another girl that thought I liked Sam. I walked through the doors of Bushwell Plaza and up the stairs to Carly's apartment. At least there, people wouldn't suspect things like me liking Sam.
Well, whaddaya think so far? Hopefully you like it. I got the idea from the story Breathe. Right now, I can't think of the author's name, but I suggest you read it if you like this. Sorry I didn't tell you before, but they're around 15-16, sophomore for this story. Sorry (again) that this is so short. I plan for my other chapters to be longer. As always, please click that delightfully tasteful green and white button. =)