A/N I have never, and probably will never own iCarly
Sam read the postcard for about the twentieth time that day. It was sent to her about a week ago from Portugal, where her boyfriend was staying for study purposes. Sam read it carefully one more time, tracing her finger over the oh so familiar handwriting. It read:
To Sammy,
Everything's going well here. I should be arriving home soon, though not sure of the actual date yet. I hope you're ok back in Seattle. Miss you so much, love you babygirl.
Freddie,
Xoxo
Something wet hit the postcard. Wait, was she crying? She had never cried over this postcard before... she had felt like it, but she didn't because Sam Puckett doesn't cry. But maybe it was starting to sink in how much she really missed him and wanted him there. She wanted to feel his arms around her, smell his sweet cinnamon vanilla smell, hear his gentle whisper in her ear, see his face.
"Hey Sammy?"
It was that familiar voice. Could it be? It couldn't could it? She turned around, and saw exactly the person she had been waiting all this time to see. Without a moment of hesitation, she sprinted to him, engulfing him in a huge hug. He picked her up, spinning her around, before planting a kiss on her lips, which quickly escalated into a make out session.
When they finally broke apart, panting for breath, Freddie said with concern in his voice,
"Hey hey, are you crying?"
"I just missed you, that's all."
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