Next up... another FreddiexCarly one! Haha, go figure that there are a lot of words that describe Freddie and Carly's relationship better than Freddie and Sam's. Or maybe it's just that I wanted to write a FreddiexCarly?(; Hm...

Enjoy either way! I promise I'll get a good FreddiexSam and CarlyxSam (which is slowly becoming a favorite couple... XD) in here soon!

Fragment- (n.) an isolated, unfinished, or incomplete part.

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He knew why he was in love with the girl.

She was flattered he felt the way he did towards her.

...But she never felt the same way he did.

His feelings for her never faded and he was positive they never would.

...But he wished she would try to give him a chance.

He sat and suffered through her many boyfriends and breakups over the years.

...But those times only increased his feelings a little more.

*

When she was happy, so was he.

...But with each smile she directed towards him it made his heart swell, making it difficult to breathe.

He'd learned to deal with her many rejections and he'd toned down professing his love for her.

...But that didn't mean he wasn't constantly thinking about her.

He'd kissed her best friend.

...But the whole time he'd wished it was her.

Even his mother wanted the two to be together.

...But she still refused him.

*

When he was sixteen he finally got a steady girlfriend.

...But he felt like he was slowly losing his best friend in the process.

He didn't understand why she distanced herself from him.

So, he used his last resort: the blonde-headed demon who was their last remaining link. Sure, it was torture to admit weakness to her.

...But he knew it was necessary to get his friend back.

*

She broke a little more each time she saw that girl tangled up in him.

...But she could only sigh and turn the other cheek.

She had made it perfectly clear to him over the years that she felt nothing romantic for him.

...But God, how she was regretting that decision now.

She knew karma could be a bitch, but really?

She wanted to know what she'd ever done to deserve this heartache.

...But deep down she figured she already knew.

She subconciously began to distance herself from him; she was afraid her feelings would show.

...But what she didn't know was it hurt him even more not talking to her.

*

He was strong enough to deal without her, the thing was he didn't want to.

...But he knew it would be a small struggle to weave his way back in.

He was ready for the fight; he would do anything to get her back.

...But he could never be sure that she accept him ...and his girlfriend.

His girlfriend hated how he stared at his long-time crush from afar.

...But she was too self-centered to let him go.

He wished he had the nerve to break it off with the girl he knew he was just dragging along.

...But he was sure he would have to suck it up and do it sometime. Whether he liked it or not.

The one and only girl he cared for was slowly and silently slipping through his fingers,

And he was prepared to kill to get her back.

*

She felt worse and worse each day.

She hadn't spoken to him in weeks.

...But she had seen the looks he had given her.

It made her wonder why he was still with that girl.

...But asking that would be rude.

Plus, would she really have wanted to know the answer?

*

He couldn't take it anymore.

He shrugged his girlfriend off of his shoulder and strode across the school hall.

He focused in on her, and only her.

...But he could still faintly hear the girl he just blew off shouting hysterically.

So what? All he needed was her.

*

She turned and saw the tall brunette boy

who used to be her best friend.

...But because of her stupidity she wasn't sure she could call him that.

He stepped in closer to her.

Her senses filled with his scent. Soap, aftershave and lemon.

She wanted him so badly.

...But that didn't change the fact that he had a girlfriend.

*

He leaned in closer and found her lips with his own.

...But then again,

maybe it did.

Hope that wasn't too horrible. My fingers took off and before I knew it I had this! Is it just me or do you guys notice the books I read influence my inspirations? I just finished reading Ellen Hopkins' '"Crank" and now for some reason all these Creddie fics are coming out in poem form... Hm. And sadly I don't think it's working for me. D:

But anyway, review! It helps run electricity through my house. XD