Author's Note: Look who's back…me! Oh, that's one of my favorite lines in iCarly for some reason. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, but writer's block…ya gotta hate it! But really, self, for one month! I'm so angry at myself! Anyway, this is the songfic chapter of the twoshot, so don't get confused or anything! Enjoy! (Now that I think about it, are there any synonyms for the word 'enjoy?')
Disclaimer: No, I don't think I own iCarly. Or Wisconsin. But you Wisconsiners are cool, don't worry!
~~Sam's POV~~
No, I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
I gaped. That's naturally the first thing a girl does when she sees her boyfriend kissing her best friend. And naturally, I am a girl. Shock and surprise runs through my body. But not my mind. My mind knew this was coming; my mind was angry.
This is it. This is my final step towards him. I strode through the door after the two pulled their lips off each other, then slapped Griffin in the face. Hard. "You're a jerk, Griffin! You know that?" I yelled, refusing to let myself cry. He's not worth it.
"Sam, please," Griffin pleaded. He made the final strike, and just like the game of baseball, there are no more chances.
"No. And you," I began, turning towards Carly. "I thought you were my best friend!"
"Sam, you have to let me tell you the truth!"
"I know the truth, Carly. I can't believe you would do this to me," I walked away, leaving Griffin unfazed but Carly tear-ridden. Then, I thought of something and turned back. "Actually, I can."
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most
I stormed out of Carly's apartment, ignoring Spencer who yelled something about a finished jar and bananas, and Freddie who was coming out of his apartment, looking confused. I didn't know where I was going. Away from them. Away from myself. Walking as fast as I could away from the Bushwell Plaza, I let loose my tears, furiously wiping them away every now and again.
And now I'm scoffing through my tears. What kind of idiot was I to think that one guy could like me long enough to actually date me for more than one month without liking someone else?
I thought about our past, the rides on his motorcycle, adrenaline pounding through me. I thought about how we had so much in common, minus the Pee-Wee Baby issue, how much we were perfect for each other.
Flashback:
We were on the beach by the ocean, at around midnight or something like that. I don't know, I don't keep track of moonlight time. First the both of us decided to try and be romantic, sitting on the beach, looking at the moon, holding hands, etc. Yeah, that got boring fast.
Griffin decided to run into the ocean since no one else was in there and tried surfboarding without a surfboard. After about five seconds, a large wave came by and knocked him down, but he got up blushing quickly.
I laughed and joined him in fun, salt water splashing my face.
Wow. Memories hurt. Griffin was so caring, so loving, and yet he still went and macked on every other girl I knew. What goes on in the brain of a Pee-Wee loving boy?
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
I was getting closer to the place I wanted to be. The place that would comfort me when I am most down. But someone interrupted me before I could take another step.
"What do you want, Griffin?"
"Please, Sam, can't you make a fourth strike?"
"Get out of here. You're making me think about barfing on Peter the Penguin."
"It wasn't me!" Griffin tried one last attempt.
"Yeah, right. Am I supposed to believe that, Mr. 'Give me another chance'? I'd believe Carly's story over yours any day."
"Fine, don't come back. But you'll be jealous once I get a new girlfriend! You'll see!"
Yes, 'cause those words will really make me want to come back to you, Griffin. I see now: Griffin's the idiot, not me. I won't care if he gets another girlfriend. I won't even care if his new girlfriend is Carly. (Though I would feel kind of bad for her if she has to go through him.) My life is better without him.
And who do you think you are?
Running round leaving scars
Finally, here. I stopped and looked around me, taking in the somewhat familiar setting. I was in the middle of the nearest forest in Seattle, which has a river running through it; where my dad used to take me with his parents (my grandparents, now dead), and Melanie.
I used to love being free here, jumping around and looking at all the special places. But now, the place seemed dreary to me. It seemed like it was reflecting my mood: sad, lonely, and somewhat angry.
Clouds were beginning to cover up the brightness of the moon, and the only brightness around were the stars, and some distant city lights. I sighed, not moving an inch from the tree stump I was sitting on. The river was rushing as fast as it could, collecting in little trickles of fresh water here and there. Rapids began to form a little further downstream.
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
I wonder if he had ever broken another girl's heart before mine. Probably, because that's the kind of moron he was. I kicked a tree angrily and didn't even feel the pain shooting through my leg, because since my heart was numb, so was the rest of me. What was I supposed to do now? Drown myself in the river? Maybe, it seems death is the easy way out. I don't know.
Another issue to think about: Freddie was right. Griffin was a two-timing, selfish, mean, jerkish, skunk bag. Freddork would probably be so proud that he was right for the first time in his life. That he finally has something over the newly pathetic little Sam.
"Who do you think you are Griffin, causing girls to grumble to themselves about you?"
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
"Who does he think he is?" I heard a voice from the darkness that surrounded me. Out stepped Freddie, a small frown on his face full of sympathy.
"How did you find me here?" I asked, looking away at the river.
"Carly told me you had run out of the building. I was coming over and I saw Griffin run out, and Carly crying. You've told me enough times about this place."
"Yeah. I supposed she's feeling guilty and all?"
"Yup. She, uh, wanted me to tell you that it wasn't her, it was Griffin. But she also says you don't have to forgive her."
"I don't know yet. I—well, yeah."
"Are you alright?"
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
"I don't know. I really don't." I answered, staring at the moon that just came out of the clouds.
Freddie, noticing my glazed faraway look, walked closer to my tree stump and sat down close to me.
"You know he's an idiot now, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, Frednub, don't rub it in."
"I didn't mean to say it like that."
"But you did."
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
"I just meant to say, he doesn't deserve you," Freddie stated, looking up at me.
"I've heard that too many times to count. But thanks for saying it the twenty-sixth time, Freddie," I said sarcastically. I'm so not in the mood for comforting right now.
"Can't you just listen to me?"
"Like you've ever listened to me? Do you know who I really am, Freddie? Have you ever really seen me?" I practically yelled, watching Freddie's face look down at his feet. "Yeah, I thought not."
"I know you better than anyone else, Sam. I'm one of your best friends. Only you know more about you than I do, 'cause I'm not saying I know everything," he whispered, not taking his eyes off an apparently interesting little rock.
I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time
I let that sink in.
"What do you know about me, Freddie?"
Freddie chuckled a little bit as he said, "That's an easy question. Your favorite food is Fat Cakes, although you sometimes prefer ham or fried chicken. You want to be an invisible ninja when you grow up. You've always wanted to see the moon from space, that's why you were pretty excited to go on that space trip. You miss your dad, who was the only link to your happiness for a while, back around third or fourth grade. And you occasionally get jealous of Carly, who always get everything she wants." The nub finished and looked up at my smirking face.
"Looks like I told you more than I realized."
"Or maybe it's just because I notice these things, Sam."
And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
"Why are you here, Frednub?" I asked after an awkward moment of silence.
"Now it's my turn to say: I don't know. Just—a feeling that I should come here and look for you. A friendship thing, I guess?" he suggested, glancing at me.
"Yeah, friendship. We are friends, right?" I asked, letting one of my barriers slip for just a quick second.
"Of course we are. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really do care about you Sam. I hate that Griffin hurt you." Then he slipped his arm around my shoulders, looking in my eyes, silently asking if he was able to do this. He was.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the river rush by. I finally gave in to the urge to rest my head on Freddie's shoulder, and I felt him relax a little. I felt safe, being protected by the warmth of my dork. Somehow, I knew he was smiling.
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
A single tear slipped down my cheek, and before I knew it Freddie was there, kissing it away. His lips lingered for a second longer there, then he turned and smiled at me, letting me know it was all going to be okay. I gave a small smirk back, and rested on his shoulder once again. This place seemed to look a lot more colorful all of a sudden, even though it was dark.
It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time we had kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
My eyes were drooping, and I could feel myself slowly falling asleep. Before I could fall asleep, however, Freddie got my attention and said, "If you ever need me Sam, I'll be here for you." That was the last of awakeness I could remember before drifting to a dreamless sleep.
~~The next morning~~
When I awoke, I was in a bed, my bed, running my hands through my hair. Was it all a dream? I glanced around, looking for any clues. I felt something around my back as I turned, and it fell off once I stood up. There, lying on the floor, was Freddie's river scented jacket.
And who do you think you are
Running round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
~~Third Person POV~~
Meanwhile, back at the Shay's apartment, a certain spazzy scupturist had just finished his latest creation.
"Alright, self, you're going to see the best sculpture you've seen in the whole world, Wisconsin, and Pluto!" Then he turned to a different angle and said, "Well sure Spencer, I mean after all, it's your sculpture," in a squeaky voice. He started chuckling at his joke, but turned serious and pulled the large curtain off of a large jar with a huge red heart right in the middle. It was in the heart shape, but had a few veins on it to look real, but then Spencer stepped back and gave a curious glance at it.
"Maybe it should have been a tomato."
Author's Note: How cheesy were some of my lines in this story? And kind of fluffy. But, as they say in Despicable Me, IT'S SO FLUFFY! Heh, heh. If Sam seemed a little OOC, it's heartbreak, and everyone seems a little out of character when they've had their heart broken, so yeah. Wow, I just realized how long that took, but I hoped you guys thought it was worth it, so I'm gonna go eat some lemonade, then go to bed! Chase a squirrel!
~mhristheword097 logging off.