AN: Back with my famous song fanfics lolll. Found this in an old fanfiction folder x

Rain

I could go back to every laugh, but I don't wanna go there anymore and I know all the steps up to your door. But I don't wanna go there anymore...

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to my house. There was no sign of my mum, luckily, or my sister who was for some reason home early for spring break. Silently, I headed into the kitchen, grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped down on the sofa.

My mind kept going back to earlier that day. Seeing Carly and Freddie laugh while they were in the Groovy Smoothie, alone...without me killed me inside. I remembered when Freddie and I were like that; oblivious to everyone else around us, going through the honeymoon phase. Although the only difference was that Carly and Freddie weren't dating.

I had always been a consolation prize to Carly. Freddie had always wanted Carly but I just had to pity him into dating me. I mean, come on, I was pretty desperate for him since I locked myself in a mental hospital. No sane person did that. He had finally gotten his dream girl and unfortunately, that girl wasn't me.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I got up and headed for the stairs. My eyes became teary as I climbed the stairs, and I had absolutely no idea why.

One by one, the tears fell onto my shirt. I couldn't stop them no matter what I did. I just let it happen.

I hoped Carly and Freddie were happy together. They probably had no idea how much I was breaking inside. No wonder I was crying just thinking about him. Thinking about him and his beautiful eyes which always made me think of melted chocolate. I used to stare into them for hours...when he was mine.

But he wasn't mine anymore. Yet he still owned my heart.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky, talk to the man with the reasons why, and let me know what you find...

I couldn't be bothered chasing after him anymore. He'd never notice me anyway. Why on earth did he think I had stopped tormenting him and hitting him? Yes, I only hit him when I was angry (he had always been my punching bag) but I wasn't angry anymore; just hurt and betrayed.

He would've found out sooner or later that Carly would never love him. I just needed to give it time until he came crawling back.

But what if he never came back? What if I was left that way forever? What if he didn't care anymore?

What if he lied when he told me he loved me?

I'll leave my window open, 'cause I'm too tired tonight to call your name. Just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain...

The next day, I sighed as I entered Carly's apartment for iCarly rehearsal. Carly immediately greeted me cheerfully, which I smiled at but didn't say anything. Freddie was nowhere in sight so I just assumed he was already in the studio.

"Where's the nub?" I asked nonchalantly, heading for stairs.

"He's in the studio, setting up the green screen or something like that," Carly told me, pouring a few glasses of her special lemonade.

Just like I had predicted and Carly had said, Freddie was in the studio setting up for rehearsal. He smiled upon realising my presence. I opened my mouth to say something to him but no words came out. Instead, I did something I never thought I'd ever do again.

I leaned forward and kissed him, not caring what would happen as a consequence. It wasn't as magical as any of our other kisses, probably because I was the only one doing the kissing; it was rather intense this time. Just as he began to kiss back, though, I had to pull away. I had already done enough damage.

"S-Sorry," I stuttered, blushing. Before he could say anything back, I raced out of the studio, hearing the faint calls of my name from both Carly and Freddie.

I ran home and slammed my bedroom door behind me, which caused the house to shake. It was all too much now, I knew nothing could change how our relationship worked. It was a one-way relationship. He would never love me like I loved him.

I could stand up and sing you a song, but I don't wanna have to go that far and I, I've got you down. I know you by heart, and you don't even know where I start...

I knew everything about him. If I tried to explain this situation to someone, they'd probably try convince me I was obsessed with him or something. They might've even tried to tell me it was lust, not love. Although that would've been a step too far.

Love and lust were two completely different things. They had some similarities, yes, but there were many more differences.

And what I felt for Freddie was definitely love. Maybe even what Carly felt for Freddie was lust... I guess I'd never know.

Because I decided I was never going to talk to them ever again. If Freddie came crawling back, just like I was sure he was going to, I would've heard him out. But if that day ever came, I knew he'd come in with the rain...