AN = Hey! Thank you for all the love for this story; it makes me feel very appreciated. So very soon, and I mean very soon, I'm gonna be posting Seddie future fictions because I've had so much fun writing them and I really wanna share them with you all. To be honest, this chapter was actually gonna be a future but I'm still writing one which explains who all the characters are so you can get an idea of what they're like, and I've literally re-written the same story about four times in the last few days. Then this story just randomly sprung to my head while listening to Taylor Swifts songs earlier, even though this oneshot isn't actually based around one of her songs for once. Weird, right? But anyway, sorry for babbling on and on. Please enjoy! x
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, unfortunately. Although, I did have a dream last night that I did...does that count? Nope, probably not. I also don't own the song featured in this oneshot; it's called She's Killing Me by A Rocket To The Moon.
Why
"So, Freddie Benson," the interviewer said to iCarly star, Freddie. "Now, there has been a rumour going around about you and one of your co-stars, Sam Puckett, dating. Could you confirm that rumour true?"
Freddie grinned. "Yes, it's true. Sam and I have been dating eight months now."
"Can you tell us what it's like to be in a relationship with the girl, who you used to hate and vise versa?" the interviewer asked.
All my friends are coming over, and I hope nobody told her; she has a way of turning sunshine into rain...
"Hey, Frednub," Sam smiled, inviting herself into Freddie's apartment. "I came to-Oh, hey, I didn't know you had friends over." Her smiled turned into a frown.
"One minute, guys," Freddie stood up and took Sam's hand, leading her into his bedroom. "Hey, baby. What are you doing here?"
"I came over because Carly isn't home," Sam shrugged. "I can go if you don't want me to stay."
"No, no," Freddie said quickly. "Stay, I insist. My friends and I were just watching the new Galaxy Wars movie. It came out onto dvd a few days ago."
"Dude," Sam crossed her arms over her chest. "It's fine, I'll just go home and come back later. I wouldn't want to get in the middle of your little nerd-fest. No offense, baby."
Freddie chuckled. "None taken. I guess it is a little nerdy."
...
I got on that shirt she hates, I just know that face she'll make. Even though it hurts, she's my favourite pain.
"Hey, Carls," Sam greeted, entering her best friend's apartment. She looked over at Freddie who was sat on the sofa, finishing a school project with Carly. "Hey, pretty baby."
"Hey, cuteness," Freddie smiled, leaning up to give Sam a quick kiss.
Sam grimaced as she looked at Freddie's shirt. "Dude, your shirt looks like a baby has thrown up on it."
"Hey, I happen to like this shirt!" Freddie said indignantly.
"It seems you're the only one that does," Carly told him, patting his shoulder sympathetically.
"It is an awful shirt, baby," Sam sighed, sitting down beside him. "Could you change it?"
"You want me to change my shirt just because you don't like it?" Freddie frowned.
"Yep, pretty much," Sam nodded. She gave him puppy dog eyes. "Please, baby? For me?"
"I-You-Fine," Freddie conceded, getting to his feet. "But that line isn't gonna work forever."
"Whatever you say, baby," Sam smirked, watching as Freddie left the apartment to change his shirt. "Whatever you say."
...
She never drives her car. She drives me crazy. She ran outta gas and somehow I'm to blame...
"Hey, Lil Samantha," Freddie said upon answering the phone.
"I'm not in the mood," Sam snapped from the other side of the phone. "Can you come get me?"
"It's three in the morning! Where are you?"
"I'm literally down the road from your apartment," she told him. "I wanted bacon so I drove to shop but my car ran out of gas."
"What were you doing out that late anyway?" Freddie sighed. "Couldn't you have just waited till the morning?"
Sam gasped. "Do you want to be single!? No, Benson, I couldn't wait till the morning!"
"You could've called me and I would've went out and got it for you," Freddie said.
"You would do that for me?"
"Course I would, Sam," Freddie nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too," Sam smiled. "So I'll see you in a few minutes and you can get me bacon?"
"See you then," Freddie chuckled, hanging up the phone.
...
I'll take her out and drop her off on the outskirts of our town...
"Thanks for a great night, Frednub," Sam yawned as Freddie stopped the car outside her house. "I enjoyed eating all those ribs."
"Well I hoped you would," Freddie laughed. "You did eat twenty of them."
"Yep," Sam said proudly.
Freddie quickly got out the car and went to the other side so he could open the door for Sam. "See you tomorrow then, yeah?"
Sam stepped out of her door and smiled. "Unless you wanna come in for a bit?"
"Sure," Freddie nodded. "I'd love to."
"Good," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss. "Come on, nub. I have a really good horror movie we could watch!"
...
I'd leave a trail of roses that lead back home. (So come back home)...
"Seriously?" Sam groaned as she walked straight into Freddie's apartment one afternoon. "You actually had to do that!?"
"What did I do wrong this time?" Freddie frowned, looking up from the book he was reading.
"You thought I wasn't smart enough to find my way to your apartment so you decided to leave roses to help me find my way!?"
"Oh, no, Sam," Freddie said quickly, getting to his feet and pulling Sam into a hug. "That's not why I did it."
Sam raised an eyebrow and wrapped her arms around his neck. She could never be angry at him for long. "Then why did you do it?"
"I just thought it was sweet," Freddie offered her a smile. "I've always thought about doing it."
"Well, I guess that makes sense," Sam said thoughtfully. "You being the hopeless romantic you are and all."
"Love you too, baby," Freddie chuckled, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend's comment.
...
She'll pick a fight for no good reason; she knows I'll never leave...
"You never let me do what I wanna do!" Sam yelled, taking a step towards Freddie.
"We went to the MMA fight you wanted to go to just last week!" Freddie argued. "You never let me do what I want!"
"Then why did I agree to go to the museum with you last month!?"
"That was one time!" Freddie yelled, taking a step towards Sam. "You always pick the restaurant we go to and the movie we want!"
"You could always say no to me!" Sam pointed out, still yelling. "I'm not the boss of you!"
"Yes, but if I say no, you get like this!"
Sam shook her head and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Freddie sighed and collapsed onto the sofa, knowing Sam needed a few minutes to herself to calm down.
"Chiz," Freddie cursed, kicking the coffee table. "Why do we have to argue? Couples don't argue like we do!"
A few hours later, there was a knock at Freddie's apartment door. He got up from the sofa, where he had been sitting ever since Sam had left, and answered the door, not expecting his girlfriend to be stood there.
"S-Sam?" Freddie asked softly as Sam collapsed into his arms.
"I'm so sorry," she apologised, her voice a quiet whisper.
"I'm sorry, too, baby," Freddie said, wrapping his arms around her. "You know I'll never leave, right?"
"I know," Sam nodded, still whispering. "And thank you."
...
I love her half to death but she's killing me...
...
All my friends, they say they like her but I know behind my back, they all think the same things that I do...
Freddie walked back into the room, unknown to his friends, and could hear them talking about him and Sam.
"And she just turns up totally uninvited," one of his friends said.
"Yeah," the second boy agreed. "She turns up like she owns the place; she didn't even knock!"
"It's like she's the boss in that relationship," the third boy stated.
Freddie was sick of hearing them say stuff about his girlfriend so he cleared his throat, making sure his presence in the room was noted.
"Oh, um, hey, Freddie," the first boy greeted nervously.
"Were you guys just saying mean stuff about Sam?" Freddie frowned, moving so he was stood right in front of them all. "It's not nice to talk about others like that!"
"You're dating a monster, dude," the third guy said bluntly.
"I don't care what you guys think of her! I love her, for your information," Freddie snapped. "And if you can't accept her, you can get out of here! Now!"
...
She spends her daddy's credit card and says that I'm the one who's lazy...
"Have you ever thought of getting a job?" Sam asked Freddie randomly one afternoon as they lounged around Freddie's apartment.
"What?" Freddie raised an eyebrow.
"You know, so we can have some extra money to spend," Sam shrugged.
"We?"
"Yeah, we," Sam rolled her eyes. "You're such a nub."
"And why are you asking this suddenly?" Freddie questioned.
"Because I think it's about time you stop being lazy and get a job," Sam said bluntly.
"Sam," Freddie sighed. "If you want some extra money, why don't you get a job?"
"There's no point us both getting jobs, silly," Sam laughed, nudging Freddie in the side.
"I'm not getting a job," Freddie said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"But-Freddie!" Sam whined. "Please!"
"Nope," Freddie chuckled, popping the 'p'. "And plus, if I don't have a job, we can spend more time doing this..." He leaned towards her and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Fair point," Sam smiled, attaching their lips once again.
...
She's like a dream and a nightmare coming true...
"So how's your relationship with Sam?" Carly asked Freddie a few weeks after him and Sam had gotten back together.
"She's like a dream," Freddie replied, sighing happily.
*Two Weeks Later*
"Ahhh!" Freddie yelled, running into Carly's apartment and slamming the door behind him. "Sam is an absolutely nightmare!"
Carly chuckled, looking up from her magazine. "Then why are you dating her? Just the other day, you were telling me how she's 'like a dream'."
"You sure that was me?"
"Yes, Freddie," Carly laughed. "That was definitely you."
"Well, I love her," Freddie said simply, answering Carly's original question. "I love her so much. She's a dream and a nightmare coming true."
...
I love her half to death but she's killing me...
...
And I wouldn't have it any other way...
"Freddie," Sam said softly, turning to her boyfriend. "I love you."
Freddie smiled. Normally he was the first one to say that to her. "I love you too."
"I really, really, really love you, you know," Sam whispered, resting her head on Freddie's shoulder.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Sam," Freddie chuckled. "And I really, really, really love you too."
...
She can change her clothes; she can change her hair but she'll always be the same...
"Why do you love me?"
"What?" Freddie frowned, looking over at his girlfriend who was laid in bed beside him.
"Why do you love me?" Sam repeated.
"Sam, I love you for many reason," Freddie said softly. "But why do you ask?"
"Have you met me?" Sam sighed. "I'm an abusive monster, dude."
"You're not either of those things," Freddie said firmly. "You're not a monster, Sam. And you're definitely not abusive."
"But why do you love me?"
"Because you're never afraid to be yourself," Freddie admitted, knowing she wouldn't let this go until he told her. "Because you love me, too. Because we've always had some connection between us. Because you have beautiful eyes. Because you're a good kisser. Because I couldn't imagine my life without you being in it. Because I want to start a family with you. Because I know you don't mean anything mean you say to or about me. Because I'll never leave you and you'll never leave me. Because you always make me happy after I've had a bad day. Because you make me smile. Because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Sam smiled. "Thanks, Freddie. I really needed to hear that."
"You're welcome," Freddie yawned, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "Never change, okay?"
"Oh, that's weird because I was gonna go get a new pink dress tomorrow and dye my hair brown-"
"Please don't!" Freddie said quickly.
Sam laughed. "Relax, I was only joking."
"Good," Freddie laughed too. "You'll always be the same to me, you know, no matter what you look like. Goodnight, Sammy."
"Night night, pretty baby," Sam chuckled. "And hey, I love you too."
...
So I went out and bought her roses; she complained about the thorns. I caught her smiling and that's what I do it for...
"Hey, Sam," Freddie smiled, approaching his girlfriend at their high school graduation ceremony. "I bought you something." He handed her the biggest bouquet of roses she had ever seen.
"Aww, thanks, baby-Ow!" Sam frowned, looking at her finger which was now dripping blood. "Dude, you got roses with thorns!"
"Sorry, cuteness," Freddie sighed, taking hold of her hand. "Do you want me to kiss your finger better?" he joked, chuckling to himself.
Sam, not catching the joke, nodded her head and pouted. "Yes, pwease."
Freddie kissed her finger better. "There. Are you okay now."
"Uh huh," Sam said, her smile returning to her face. "Thanks for the roses."
"You're welcome," Freddie chuckled, happy he managed to make her smile again.
...
I love her half to death. Oh yeah. I love her half to death...
She's killing me.
"Honestly," Freddie sighed happily, turning back to the interviewer. "She's killing me...but in the nicest possible way."
AN = So what did you think? Was it good? Was it awful? Was it Seddie? Was it even believable? Please leave me a review saying what you thought. What was your favourite scene? Mine has got to be when Sam calls Freddie to pick her up and she says to get bacon; that would literally be what I'd be like in that situation, "Pick me up once you've got me bacon." Anyway, reviews to me are like Sam and her ham. Thanks for reading! x