a/n. I am a hundred percent Seddie.
Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, would I have an iCarly fanfiction? Think about it.
Carly POV
A few months ago, I found out something that I thought would never happen in my lifetime-I had fallen in love with Freddie Benson. I'll never understand how this happened really, it just...did.
Every time he tried to ask me out, or flirt with me or something I always shot him down. Now that we're getting older I think my feelings are changing, and I don't know why. I think partly because he's really the only guy I really, really know. I mean sure, 752 guys showed up to the Groovy Smoothie to take me to the dance, but none of them felt like the right match. They all wanted Carly Shay from iCarly, the internet sensation, not Carly Shay, my best friend and deep crush since sixth grade.
An even crazier thought-I think it started when I found out that Sam and Freddie kissed. I realized I was totally overreacted about that but it hadn't occurred to me that I flipped out because I was jealous.
When I did date Freddie it really only lasted two days.
What blissful two days. I loved him, I really did, not just because he saved my life but because of his nerdy tech interests and his sweet personality and adorable looks.
Why, really, did he dump me then? I thought he liked me so much he would kill to be my boyfriend, then suddenly he worries about me not truly liking him back. Which I did.
But yesterday I noticed him (to my horror) flirting with Sam.
And I was trying to flirt with him.
"Hey Carly," said Freddie, walking into the apartment.
"Hey," I said from the kitchen. He strolled in, wearing a penny tee that read King Pudding on it.
"What's up? We don't have rehearsal today," I asked, secretly excited he came for no apparent reason.
"I wanted to talk. Just you and me," he said, looking around for Spencer or Sam.
I resisted bouncing up and down with joy.
"Okay..." I replied.
He cleared his throat uncertainly. "Yeah. Well, I like someone, and...I hoped you wouldn't feel all weird if I finally, officially asked her out."
My heart broke. Who is this chick? It can't be...oh no. No, no, no, no, no...
"Well who is it, then?" I asked slowly. Not Sam. Anyone but Sam...
He looked up and bit his lip.
He said nothing.
"This is gonna sound crazy..."
I gulped.
"Sam."
My jaw dropped. Sam! I knew it! Oh. My. God.
"Why Sam!"
I was the one who treated him with respect. I was the one who really cared about him, the one who didn't pull pranks on him all the time and call him a different insulting nickname everyday and the one who...loved him.
"Um..." he shifted his weight uncomfortably. "So I guess it would be too weird?" he looked disappointed. "Whatever. She'd probably slap me until there's nothing left if I asked her out anyway."
I frowned. That wouldn't be good.
"What if you pretended to like me again? And I would flirt back? Then Sam would get jealous." I asked suddenly.
He knit his eyebrow, considering it. "No, no. She might get the wrong idea, and think we're dating."
"Yeah, but think about it, you need to make her jealous before you actually ask. Like you said, if you asked her now, she would...I don't know what she'd do."
He thought for a moment, then said, "So you want me to make her like me? Make her jealous? Then ask her out?"
I'd rather he didn't ask her out at all but...
"Yeah."
"Okay," he agreed.
"Deal."
a/n. Finished! Well that took a long time to write...like three hours all together! So much revising and editing.
That was so hard because I'm not a Creddie writer...as you might have guessed. Please, please review!
