Disclaimer: I'm getting tired of telling you this.
GET IT THROUGH YOUR TEENY TINY SKULLS- I AM A TEEN GIRL, NOT DAN SCNEIDER!
I DO NOT OWN ICARLY, OKAY?
Geez.
...Reality...
(This is PART 3, where parts 1 & 2 are linked together)
The sensitive boy darted through the busy streets to find her, screaming her name as he ran.
The headstrong blonde raced toward his home, tears in her eyes.
The two heartsick teens collided outside their favorite smoothie shop.
The boy stood and brushed off his perfectly ironed jeans.
The girl bounced back up like a superball, her reflexes managing to catch her.
The boy, being a gentleman, turned to apologize.
The apology caught in his throat.
"Sam?" he asked in disbelief.
Blue eyes met brown and the girl's jaw dropped in amazement.
"Freddie?" she managed to squeak out.
Neither knew what to say. This moment was so perfect in their minds. It was as if they had forgotten how to speak.
Finally, the heavy curtain of silence was broken when the brunette boy spoke.
"Care to take a walk?"
The tiny blonde smiled and took his hand.
They continued in silence for a time, hand in hand.
The girl kept looking at the boy like he would disappear.
The boy seemed afraid that she would run off.
"Freddie, I'm sorry. I…"
She trailed off as she saw the look on the boy's face. His deep brown eyes seemed filled with longing, relief, and hope.
"It doesn't matter."
She looked at him, confusion flooding her features.
"But I thought-"
"I love you."
She let go of his hand in surprise.
"You… you what?"
The shy boy stared at the ground.
The blonde began to laugh. Her face lit up as she grabbed the boy's freezing fingers.
"Oh, Freddie. What took you so long?"
His head jerked up.
The blonde grinned at him and laced her fingers through his hair.
"I've known you since second grade, my friend. You should know- when a girl constantly rags on a guy, it means she likes him."
The boy grabbed her waist impulsively and kissed her.
They fit together perfectly, like opposites that only make sense together.
They pulled away gingerly.
"Merry, Christmas, Sam."
The girl leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Freddie."
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