Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever so, please...no flames *insert puppy dog eyes here* So, I wrote this at 1 o'clock in the morning so i don't know if its any good. Well enjoy! This is set somtime when the iCarly gang is in their twenties. Written in Sam's pov.
I woke up to the sound of sizzling. My eyes fluttered open to find myself on my couch. How did I get there? Oh, right. Me and him watched a movie and I must've crashed on the couch. I sniffed the air. My nose recognized the smell.
Bacon.
Wait a minute. Why is there bacon frying in my apartment? Whoever it is they're going to get a beating of a lifetime from mama. Instinctivly, I grabbed the baseball bat I kept under my small couch and quietly lifed it up.
What? You never know when you're going to need it!
I turned to the kitchen, my bat still raised. I saw a dark-haired boy about my age at the stove. I sighed of relief when I recognized who it was. But I was still angry.
"Fredlumps!" He turned looking innocent.
"Yes, Princess Puckett?"
I scoffed. "What are you doing in my apartment? I thought you left?"
He shrugged. "I did." I was still mad.
"Wha-" I stuttered. "how'd you get in?"
He smirked. "You are my girlfriend. Over the years I've learned to pick locks."
I lowered my bat and laughed. "Yeah. I'm awesome."
He smiled as did his chocolate brown eyes.
What? Yeah, I'm dating Fredloser. Yes, Fredward Benson. What? You didn't think we'd last? Well, you thought wrong. Now, back to the story.
My eyes darted to the baccon frying in the fan. My mouth started to water everytime the grease pop.
"Sam?"
I broke my trance and looked up at Fredlumps. "Huh?"
"I said do you want some bacon?" I looked at him like he was screaming at a fire hyrant telling it to turn purple.
"Why do you even ask? Shoosh yeah, I want bacon!"
He chuckled and scooped bacon fromm the pan into a plate and handed ot to me. We sat down at my two-seater-dining table. It didn' take long for me to scarf it down like a pig that hasn't ate slop in a month. He sat down and watched. After I finished, I caught him staring at me with a sad look.
"What's wrong, Freddork?"
He shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Tell me Fredachinni!"
He blushed and looked down. "It's just...Sammy, sometimes I think you love bacon more than me." I reached my my arm over to him and ran my fingers through his hair.
"Freddie...you know that's not true." His head snapped up at the sound of his real name.
"I never thought I'd say this but, Freddie Benson, I love you more than bacon."
He then grinned so huge. He leaned over and placed his soft lips on mine. He pulled away too soon and looked in my eyes.
"You're such a nub."
He laughed and kissed me again.
Yeah, I know I'm Sam Puckett, the queen of lies, the meat loving freak, the blonde-headed-demon. But, what I said to Freddie is true. I really looked do love hom more than bacon. More than ham. More than meat. More than anything.
Oh, and if you tell anyone that he calls me 'Princess Puckett' or 'Sammy' I will personally break your thumb.
Well...What did you think? R&R! Thanks for reading!
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