We're just a bunch of insane Seddiers from Tumblr who want to write the best iCarly Prom Fanfiction Ever.
Authors are: Rachim4, Lakin5, Arika Allred, Once-upon-a-December, RyryVaught, and bacon-and-unicorns
Disclaimer: WE DON'T own iCarly. If we did, Seddie would still be together.
Chapter Six
*The Next Day; on Sunday*
Sam's POV:
I hope Carly doesn't mind that I will be bringing Ian today to help with the prom. He said he could help add some input if needed.
"Sam! Ian...!" Carly yelled, rushing over and handing us two prom tickets.
"Uh, thanks?" I replied, looking down at the slips of paper in confusion.
"We're handing out the tickets tomorrow. Since you are already here today you can have yours today!" Carly blurted out still catching her breath.
"How much for the tickets?" Ian asked her, pulling out his wallet carefully.
"No Ian. It's free since Sam is helping out." Carly said, pushing away his money.
"I want to." Ian said, grimacing at someone across the room. I saw he was looking at Freddie who was with Emerald, setting up the bubble machine. Why on earth did the hate each other so much?
Ian paid Carly the $100 bucks for the tickets and I looked back over here to see a crowd of people standing around us.
Carly was handing out tickets to people left and right. "Freddie, come get your ticket! Emerald, you too!" Carly called.
"Just one for me Carly!" Emerald responded proudly. "Emerald is goin' stag!"
"Freddie, what about you?" Carly asked, turning to him.
He looked at me with those deep brown eyes and replied to Carly, "I think I'm going stag too. I rather just have a fun time with my friends. That's what it's about." I could tell he was lying; he was just trying to avoid having Carly find him a date. Or maybe he was scared he couldn't find one.
"Okay, Freddie, if you say so, but if you do need a date; Casey is still looking for one." She pointed over to Casey, who was with Adelle.
"I'm fine, Carly. Really. I'm going stag," Freddie repeated as Carly rolled her eyes at him.
"Guess that would make us stag buddies, Benson!" Emerald smirked. "Stag it like Emerald!"
I was actually pretty glad Freddie didn't have a date. Okay so, yeah, maybe I felt just a little bit sorry for him, but, if he did happen to have a date; I would probably want to rip her head off- and that wasn't good. It suddenly hit me. I'm supposed to be over Freddie, why would I care whether he had a date or not? I shook my head and tried to think of something else, which was extremely difficult; especially since he was standing right in front of me, looking all mopey and cute. No, wait, scratch that, not cute, just mopey.
"Ian, Sam, why don't you help Freddie with the bubble machine? We don't want Spencer to set it on fire," Carly said, pointing to Spencer, who was poking the machine with a screwdriver.
"Sure, c'mon," I told Ian, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the machine. I noticed Freddie following, dragging his feet, his facial expression was unreadable.
Freddie's POV:
"Ian, Sam, why don't you help Freddie with the bubble machine? We don't want Spencer to set it on fire." I looked up. What? Work with Ian? You've got to be kidding me. I sighed at Sam. She was smiling up at Ian and grabbing his hand, pulling him over to the bubble maker. I dragged my feet as I walked over to them, trying not to show any of the emotional turmoil my insides were going through. Oh, Sam...
"Okay, Frednub, what to do?" Sam asked me.
"Huh, what?" I asked, I must have gotten lost in those beautiful, big eyes of hers. "Oh! Sorry, uh, why don't you go over there with Emerald and make sure everything's plugged in," I said quickly, trying to cover up my daze.
"Okay then," Sam replied. "Come with me, Ian." She pulled him over to Emerald.
I watched her walk away, her blonde curls swaying from side to side, as she walked, her bright smile that I knew was meant for me, her thin waist, her... everything. And at that moment, I knew: I was nowhere near being over Sam. I loved her, even more than I did before; and she's wasn't mine anymore. I watched her kiss Ian quickly on the lips.
I shook my head and averted my eyes. Who am I kidding? She's over me; and I'm not going to get another chance...
I saw Ian messing with the one of the bubble machines, clearly not knowing what he was doing.
"Um... Ian, what are you doing?" I interrogated him.
"Trying to see what makes this thing tick!" Ian glared.
I chuckled darkly. "This is a bubble machine. It doesn't tick."
Ian was carefully playing with the machine like a mad man.
"Whatever, just doesn't ruin the machine like you ruin everything," Ian gloated.
"Um, you're the one fooling around with it," I pointed out, giving him an agitated look.
"You do remember the promise, right?"
I gritted my teeth, "How could I forget it?"
Ian smiled devilishly. He would fit in with the demons within the Pits of Hell easily. "I'm glad you haven't forgotten, Benson. Because if you do, your little Sammy might get hurt - very hurt."
It took all the willpower I had not to tear the moron apart, piece by lying piece.
Ian shrugged. "You never know what might happen to people you love when you don't play by my rules."
"I'm already playing by your rules, McRobin," I reminded, glaring at him, "Just don't hurt Sam."
Ian chuckled and turned, walking towards Sam, taunting me, "I've got you wrapped around my little finger, Benson, just like a puppet on a string..." He wrapped his arms around her waist, making her smile brightly as he kissed the top of her head. I felt my insides turn in a knot, making me sick to my stomach at the mere sight of their embrace. He doesn't deserve one cell of her. Sam deserves someone much better. I couldn't help but hope the one she really deserved was me. I would treat her better than he ever could. I would always be there for her. I would make her feel like she was worth more than the world to me every single day. Come back Sam, please. Realize I still love you...
"Hey Freddie?" Someone said from behind me.
I spun around. "Oh gosh, Emerald, don't scare me like that!"
"How else was I supposed to get your attention, Benson? Stop staring at whatever you're staring at and come help me with this stupid thing."
I rolled up the sleeves of my favorite plaid shirt, nodding, "Yeah, sorry. Helping."
Sam's POV:
Pulling away from Ian, I looked up at him apologetically.
"I have to help my friend with something, baby. I'm sorry," I explained. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Okay," Ian agreed, letting me go with a quick kiss to my cheek. I blushed and smiled goodbye to him before making my way over to Brad.
I greeted Brad with a casual nod. "Hey, Brad, you ready?" I asked.
He looked up from the equipment he was adjusting. "I guess so..." He replied nervously.
"Oh, don't be nervous. There's no way she'll reject you once she sees what we've planned. Besides, I think she likes you," I encouraged with a wink.
"Okay. Let's do this thing," He replied, trying to sound confident.
Carly's POV:
I looked up from the notes I was busy scrawling down to see Sam and Brad coming my way.
"Hey, Carls," Sam greeted.
"Hey, Sam. Hi, Brad," I said, smiling at both of them.
"Carly, will you help us with something?" Sam asked, glancing at Brad.
"Yeah, sure! What do you need?" I replied.
"Well, there's this big piece of equipment we need to bring in from out back, and it's really heavy. We tried carrying it with just Sam and me, but we need a third person to help," Brad explained quickly, looking slightly nervous for some reason.
"Okay, no problem," I replied.
Brad led the way towards the back door and Sam fell into pace slightly behind me. I thought nothing of it until I stepped outside, gasping with surprise as I spun around to see a string of little white lights lacing the outside of the doorway. I watched with confusion as Sam closed it behind us, winking and grinning at me before she disappeared inside behind the closed door. I turned back to Brad, about to ask him what this was about, when I was yet again shocked beyond belief at what he was holding: a single red rose.
Brad knelt onto one knee and took my hand in his, holding the rose towards me with the other hand. The light from the little white lights shining behind us reflected Brad's face and on the petals of the rose, making them shimmer with delicacy in the waning twilight of the evening. "Carly," Brad breathed, "will you do me the honor of letting me take you to the prom?"
Speechless, I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes and nodded fiercely, hardly able to respond. "Yes," I managed finally. "Absolutely."
Smiling a wide, tearful grin, I flung my arms around his neck as he got to his feet, giggling and blushing when he kissed me lightly on the cheek. Pulling out of the hug, he offered me the rose, which I took from him, ducking my head in another blush.
Twirling the rose around in one hand, I laced the fingers of my other hand through Brad's fingers, allowing him to lead me underneath the string of white lights and back into the building, at which point I was greeted by another wink from Sam, who smiled at Brad. It was then that I realized the reason behind the small box of white Christmas tree lights I had seen poking out of Sam's locker earlier that day. I chuckled to myself as I glanced down at the rose once more.
Freddie's POV:
I saw Sam and Carly come out of the back room, smiling. I walked over and high fived Brad, saying, "Way to go!"
"AHHH!" Ian screamed covering his eyes.
Sam raced over to him and asked, "What's wrong, baby?" hovering over his shoulder. The sound of her saying it made my stomach twist up in knots.
"After Freddie fixed this machine, it just randomly blew soap bubbles in my eyes!" Ian screamed, standing up. He raged over to where Spencer was working on the decorations. I then heard a smash as the all the decorations Spencer had been working on all day fell to the floor and crashed. I looked over to see Ian holding his feet yelling, "OWW, WHAT DID MY FOOT HIT?"
"MY FISHIES!" Spencer yelled like it was a favorite toy that was broken.
"I can't see, and it's all Freddie's fault!" He pointed around randomly as I stood up with my hands up.
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" I replied, hoping they would believe me.
"Come on, baby, let's get you some fresh air," Sam offered, leading Ian outside as I stared with disappointment. Her leaving was the worst part of all of this. It felt like she didn't even want to hear my side of the story.
"I think you should go, Freddie. It's been a really hectic day. Besides, I'm sure it was probably an accident," Carly suggested, frowning, knowing she didn't really want me to leave, but that was the best thing to do at the moment.
I walked out to see Ian's hand over Sam's right shoulder as her forehead was pressed to his. She leaned in pressing her left hand on his cheek, pulling him into a kiss. He placed his right hand around her waist, pulling her body closer to his, deepening the kiss.
I couldn't watch any longer. It felt like 100 watts of electricity were shocking me in the heart as it fell into my stomach. It was like having my heart broken all over again, but this time it was even worse. Seeing her happy with a jerk like that didn't help either. Well, if she's happy that's all that matters. Right?
*End of Chapter 6*
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