AN = Ever heard of the catchphrase, 'history repeating itself'? This story is based around that. I wrote this for my friend by the way. Also, in this story iCarly never happened; you will understand why when you read it... Anyways, enjoy!
Repeat
Another class. Another day of boredom. The brunette boy sat on his own. He didn't have many friends and he occasionally tried to join in a conversation in the lunch room. As everyone took their seats, the teacher was ready to give everyone a morning motivational speech, well, that was what everyone thought anyway...
"Good morning, class." He said cheerfully, placing his brief case on the overcrowded desk, "Today we have a new student starting in our class." Everyone groaned. That was normal though. It was a Monday morning and the teacher announced there was gonna be a new kid coming, what do you expect from a class of almost teenagers?
The girl walked in slowly, eyeing every single person in the room. She wasn't like normal girls either. No heels, no over the top makeup, no fancy outfit. She was in simply a green blouse, a pair of denim shorts, some yellow trainers and a backpack slung over her shoulder. Her hair draped slightly across the left side of her face; the colour was already shining in the classroom's cold dusty light. As her eyes met the boy on his own, a small smile grew on her lips.
After a few moments, the boy looked up at the girl. He also had a little peak of a smile. She is familiar, he thought to himself. Who knew she was thinking the same thing about him?
"This is Samantha Puckett." She showed a shy smile to the rest of the class but looked back at the boy continuously and just smiled to herself happily, "Alright, Samantha, how about you take a seat and we can start the class?"
She nodded energetically and sat down next to a blonde boy. Ryan. Ryan Evans. The popular kid you could say. He placed his elbow onto the desk and used it to help support holding his head up. He looked into her icey blue eyes. Then he placed his left hand over her hand, which was tapping the desk unpatiently. Samantha looked at him and he immediately moved his hand and shuffled his chair further away from her. She smiled mischievously to herself inside.
...
Lunchtime. The blonde's favourite time of the day. She got out her new school diary and looked for her locker number. When eventually finding her locker, she opened it up and started placing books inside.
Another girl approached the lockers. She was a brunette with amazing looks and an amazing personality to go with it all.
"Oh, hey."
"Hi..." Samantha said, unsure of who this girl was.
"Sorry, how rude of me, I'm Carly Shay."
"Samantha Puckett."
"Nice to meet you." They shook hands and resummed putting their books away.
"Anyway, wanna go get some lunch?"
"Sure but..." She stopped talking as soon as she saw the brown eyed boy from class walking towards them.
"Hi, Carly." He said.
"Hey. Oh and this is Samantha."
"We meet in class." The girl pointed out.
"Alright then. We were about to get lunch, wanna join us?"
"Sure." He replied simply. It was very rarely that he would have someone to sit and eat lunch with.
Carly wasn't one of his close friends. Well, in a way she was because she was basically his only friend. They knew each other because they were neighbours in their apartment complex. A quick hello in the mornings and maybe a short goodbye in the afternoons after school.
"Actually, could I speak to Samantha a second please?"
"Course." Carls walked away, turning back every so often and giggling silently.
"So..."
"So..."
"I'm Freddie. Freddie Benson." He stated, offering her his hand to shake.
Freddie Benson. Where had she heard that name before?
"You are awfully familiar; I'm sure I know you." She shook his hand and looked at the floor shyly.
"Same here." He chuckled.
"Lunch?" She suggested quickly so things wouldn't get awkward.
"Lunch, let's go."
...
During one day, Samantha was introduced to Carly's family and Freddie's family. She was invited for dinner too. They all had a meal together. Carly, Freddie, Samantha, Spencer and Mrs Benson.
The evening started to draw in. The blonde started to head home but was stopped in the hallway as a hand grabbed her shoulder softly.
"Samantha, please wait."
"Oh, hey, Freddie."
"Hey. Umm... Well... How can I say this but-"
"We know each other. I know we do."
"You remember?"
"The park when we were younger, how could I forget?" They were both lost in thought for a moment...
- Flashback -
"But why did Daddy leave?" The five year old Samantha whined.
"I don't know, darling." Her mother said, wiping a few tears from her eyes.
"Don't cry, mummy."
"Oh, honey." She pulled her daughter into a tight hug then released her slowly, "Now go play like all the other kids in this park!"
"Yay!" Samantha yelled, running around waving her hands in the air like a lunatic.
"Careful where you are...going." It was too late for that warning. She had bumped straight into a little boy.
"I'm really sorry." She said while offering the boy a hand to help him up.
"That's okay. You were just really happy and excited." He took her hand and was gently pulled up to his feet.
"Eh, my daddy left me and my family yesterday." A stray tear ran down her cheek.
"Don't cry." He smiled sympathetically, wiping her tears away from his sleeve. Then a few tears dropped from his eyes too.
"You follow your own advice."
"My daddy left me and my mum yesterday too sadly."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. He moved to heaven."
"It's okay though. He still loves you."
"I know, but it will still stink not having him around."
"I'm Samantha."
"I'm Freddie."
"And I am really sorry again for bumping into you."
"It's okay. It was an accident. Hey, wanna play a game?"
"Okay!"
- End of Flashback -
"That day was nice." Freddie admitted.
"Yeah, it was."
"Do you remember what happened at the end of the day?"
"I can't forget that, can I?" Samantha laughed.
She let history repeat itself as she kissed him on the cheek softly, just like she had at the end of that day.
"Thanks, I really needed that."
"Eh, I'm turning into a sappy person now."
"Nah, I think you're cute sappy or not."
"The answer is yes."
"Huh?" Freddie was confused.
"I will go out with you." She gave him another quick kiss on the cheek. "I will see you tomorrow."
The boy watched as the girl walked away. He whispered to himself, "Tomorrow I will tell her that I love her, always have and always will."
AN = And...Finished! I enjoyed writing that. Definitely. Hope you all enjoyed. I also hope my friend will like this since it was her idea. Reviews to me are like Sam and her ham. Bye for now!