Fleur de Lis
by Cici Bird (Lady Bird)
I don't own iCarly, don't sue me.
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Sam's POV
If there was anyone I would want to be in love with, it should not be Freddie Benson.
But it was. Life hates me that way.
I watched him every day, mooning over Carly.
I mean, Carly is my best friend, but Freddie never seemed to notice me.
Like that day I wore blue, just for him. Carly wore jeans and an oversized T-Shirt. He still said she was gorgeous.
No, no. Get all of it out my mind. I. Do. Not. Love. Him.
But I do. . .
It's all so complicated. . .
But my mind still continues to wander to that night. . . Telling the world my secret. . . Leaving Carly dumbfounded on live streaming video. . . Finding Freddie on the fire escape. . . His lips meeting mine. . .
I had told him I hated him. Lies.
And he had said he hated me. Does he?
I prayed to God he didn't. He would break my heart.
I kept thinking about his eyes. They were big and warm and brown, like a baby cow. . .
I was comparing Freddie to a cow. Pathetic. But cows were so cute. . . With their big brown eyes that reminded me of Freddie.
He was sweet and naïve and smart. All the things I wasn't. It was like he completed me.
But he didn't. He never would. He loved Carly.
And we only kissed to get it over with. But when Carly found out. . . We defended each other. Silently but knowingly.
And I knew it there. I loved Freddie more than I loved ham.
Too bad he'll never know.
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Freddie's POV
If there was anyone I would want to be in love with, it should not be Samantha Puckett.
But it was. God, why do you do these things?
I sighed. I pretended to be in love with Carly, just so no one would know.
It broke my heart when I kissed Carly. But it felt like people expected us to.
It made me think of that night. Ditching iCarly. . . Sitting on the fire escape. . . Sam coming out. . . We talked. . . Her lips meeting mine. . .
I had always felt obligated to protect Sam. I had pulled her out of the way when her mom came crashing through the wall.
It was all so complicated.
Her hair reminded me of sunshine. It flowed down her back in long ringlets. Here eyes were blue-grey, but they weren't cold. It was more like a warm blue-grey, seeming to be hiding something.
I was Freddie.
She was Sam.
She would never love me.
The day she wore a blue shirt, blue Converse, and a blue headband, I pretended she had done it just for me. So naturally I complimented Carly's messy hair and oversized T-shirt and dirty flip-flops.
But I knew Sam looked better.
I loved Sam.
But we could never be together.
I loved Sam more than I loved my PearBook.
To bad she'll never know.
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