Disclaimer: I still don't own iCarly. :'( or Lady Gaga

(SPOV)

It was the night of the dance. I went with some friends of mine. Things were normal, I

was bored, Cintia was talking about some dude in her French class, Cassidy was going on about her violin

and some dude was flirting with Rebecca. I went to go sit by myself. I turned my head to the left find Carly flirting with one of the most smartest, yet, hottest dudes in out grade. I looked down at my lap. Everyone is having fun but me. I turn my head to the right to see Freddie outside by himself under a oak tree. I got up and walked outside.

"Hey." I said, sounding kind of sad, but not to much to really notice.

"Oh, uh, hey Sam." He didn't sound too happy. I might be going OCC, (a/n: Out Of Character, right?) but this time I really cared.

"What's wrong with you? You should be inside, having fun, with some random chick." Ok, maybe I wasn't really being OCC, but I still cared for Freddie.

"Why are you asking me, you didn't look to happy yourself in there." Oh that Nub.

"Because, I was… you know what never mind. You don't care. It's always Carly." Urg… I should of not mentioned Carly.

"What's always Carly?" He seemed concerned.

"Do you really want me to tell you?"

"That would be an yes." he shared a small smirk.

"Fine… it's always Carly, because you love her, you wanted to go to the dance with her, and you love her."

"aww, Sam. You want some Freddie lovin' don't you? And my crush about Carly has died out, I didn't want to go with her, I wanted to go with you." Uhh?

"Uhh? W-what? With me? But, I'm nothing but a bully to you! I mean I care for you and all, but that doesn't stop me from-" he cut me off.

"It's ok, I was going to ask you, but I was afraid you would break my arm if I did, and when you asked for the homework assignment, I thought you were going to ask me to the dance."

"I was, but I thought you would laugh at me or something, so I didn't."

"Well, here we are, together, outside, with no distractions…" Freddie started I turned my head back inside to see people finishing slow dancing.

"Do you, ya know, wanna dance… out here, they kind of stopped slow dancing in there." I blushed a small bit, but I hope he didn't see.

"Sure, but what about music?" he asked me, with his stupid -but cute- smile on his face.

I pulled out my MP3 and turned it on. Hopefully it'll land on something we could dance to. Bad Romance played, not the kind of song I would think of to dance to, but what the hell.

I want your drama

The touch of your hand

I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand

I want your love

Love-love-loveI want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

…

I want your horror

I want your design

'Cause you're a criminal

As long as your mine

I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love-uuhh)

We were slow dancing to Lady Gaga, and it was perfect. I loved being this close to Freddie without torturing him. I wish things could be this perfect forever. God, I sounded like Carly, being all mushy and lovey.

I want your love

And I want your revenge

I want your love

I don't want to be friends

Je veux ton amour

Et je veux ta revanche

Je veux ton amour

I don't wanna be friends (oh)

I don't wanna be friends
 (caught in a bad romance)

I don't wanna be friends (oh)

Want your bad romance
(caught in a bad romance)

Want your bad romance

And there Freddie Benson kissed me on the lips. Oh, yeah baby! Everything was more than perfect, until we heard a gasp and a girly shrike. We turned to see Carly with her hand over her mouth and Cintia coming towards us, grabbing my arm and bringing me inside, leaving Freddie by himself.

Now, who said Lady Gaga can't be romantic? Lolz. Now who here loved iLost My Mind! I did! Tell me what you think of the story, do you like, hate, feel so-so or anything else about it? Does it feel rushed? I accept all comments, just keep them PG or PG-13. XD