My Little Ballerina

DISCLAIMER: *sigh* You know I own nothing, right? These. Are. STUPID.

OOO

Freddie's POV

"Mom, I'm going to Carly's for dinner!"

"What, no!" My mom walked furiously out of the kitchen towards me. "I made vegetables!"

"Mom, please?"

She groaned. "Fine. But you need a bath when you get home!"

I rolled my eyes and walked out. Smothering, much? Anyway, when I got to Carly's, Spencer was making a sculpture of. . .something, and Carly was pulling a chicken out of the oven.

"Hey people!" I called. Carly looked up. "Hey Freddie, staying for dinner?" I sat down at the counter. "Yup!"

"Good. Sam'll be here soon." Great, there goes my life. I looked over to Spencer who was gluing stuff to a. . . big twisty thing.

"Spencer," I said cautiously, "What are you making?" He grinned in a Spencer-like manner.

"I'm making a sculpture. About CONFUSION!" With that he glued a plastic bumblebee to it.

"Why confusion?"

"Well, my friend Socko was listening to Screamo, and you know how it's all loud and screamy?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, it made my mind all confused and gave me inspiration! A big tornado of screamy confusion!"

Then I heard the voice I was half-dreading and half-hoping to hear. "What goes on?" It was Saman- er, Sam. I turned around.

Her eyes softened for a moment when she saw me. "Hey Frednub."

"Puckett." I greeted her.

~oOo~

"Freddie, I have to talk to you."

"No."

"Nub."

Sam decided to drag me up the stairs. By my neck.

"Sam. Sam. Sam! Ow, Sam, okay, fine!"

Carly's POV

I was next to the door to the iCarly studio, listening to what Sam and Freddie were saying. It was some heated discussion about Abigail and a toy shop and dance lessons and holding hands.

WHAT?

Okay, back up people. Why don't I know any of this? I bit my lower lip, a nervous habit, and cleared my mind to listen.

And there was nothing. Just, nothing. I peeked in through the glass window-

They were making out! Oh my GOD! It wasn't just a regular kiss, it was a full on make out session! They were sitting on the hood of the fake car, and his arms were around her waist and her hands were around his neck and it was just so. . . OH MY GOD!

I ran downstairs. "Spencer! Spencer!"

Spencer looked up at me, worried because of the alarm in my voice.

"W-well Freddie and Sam and they're upstairs and they were talking and they-OH MY GOD!" My words were just pouring out.

Spencer interrupted me. "What?"

I ran to the computer and pulled up the live webcam. Ever since those "Petogrophers" had vandalized the Studio, we kept security on it.

"Spencer, j-just come see for yourself!"

"So Sam and Freddie are-OH MY GOD!"

"I know!"

"I knew it would happen!" He shouted, and did a ittle happy dance.

"What?" I was shocked!

"Sam and Freddie, do you even see it? They flirt, but neither one of them realizes! They're meant to be!"

"That doesn't mean they need to make out at my house!"

"So? It's so perfect! Look at them, it's like something from one of those lame romantic comedies!"

I scoffed. "Note the word lame."

He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "They're meant to be, you know I'm right."

Sam's POV

Yep. I was sitting on a car kissing Fredward Benson. Freddie. Kiss. A year ago, those words didn't even go in the same sentence (unless I was making fun of him, of course), and now. . . Sam and Samantha were having an imaginary conversation in my mind.

Samantha: You know you like him! A lot! Kiss him!

Sam: But he's a dork! I've hated him since sixth grade!

Samantha: You know you like him. More than a friend.

Sam: That's not verifiable evidence.

Samantha: We're the same person, I think I'd know. We both know! We love Freddie Benson!

Sam: Okay, fine, I love him!

And it just was. She was in love with hm. She always had. And in her mind she said:

I love you Freddie Benson.

Though sometimes I don't even know who I am.

OOO

Yay! They finally kissed! Whoo! I'm sorry it's so short, I didn't have much time today.

QUESTION:

Every story needs an antagonist, who do y'all think it should be?

Abigail (telling too much)

Ms. Benson (smothering too much)

Caroline (telling everyone Samantha's secret)

_ (Whoever you think, for whatever reason.)