The lyrics to "Beating Heart Baby" belong to Head Automatica, and iCarly belongs to Dan Schnieder.
Peered
I don't know what to do with you
'Cause you
Don't know what you do to me
I had been melting for quite some time now. I was shocked I hadn't turned into a weak little puddle. Freddie had been physically destroying me. Lately, I had to leave the room while he was around so my cheeks didn't catch on fire. It's so unlike me; I mean, here I am, Sam Puckett, the girl that most people would describe as "boyish" and "abrasive." And I guess I'm falling in love.
I feel like killing myself! This was never supposed to happen! It's Freddie, for pork's sake! Well, it's not really my fault. He's the one that had to go and be all charming and whatnot. He was being nice, sharing food, helping me with homework. Yes, blame Freddie. Blame Freddie...blame Freddie...
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There was a knock on my front door. My mom was out buying groceries (I know!), so I was home alone with my cat asleep on my lap. I carefully stood up so I didn't wake Truffles, and peered through the peep hole. Lo and behold, Freddie was there. I opened the door. "What?"
He still kind of just stood there, the afternoon sun shining on his dark hair. I waited for an answer, biting my lip to hide my smile. He didn't say anything, just came and wrapped his arms around me as I stood in the doorway.
Baby is this love your for real?
Let me in your arms to feel
Your beating heart, baby
The beating of your heart, baby
He let go, and I stared at him. "Just testing something," he said, grinning, right before he walked backwards away from my funny brown house, back to the sidewalk.
I closed the door. "Blame Freddie," I whispered.