Heeeey guysss. I came up with this story at 11pm last night and I wrote it on my phone first of all (not all of it, just the middle bit) and I thought "Whoa, why have I never read a fanfic with this story line before?! And why have I never written about it?!" and I actually haven't read one about it before :P If it's suckish, I apologise because I am tired and I would like to thank Nitebreaker (who is one of the best reviewers I've had on this story, btw) for the idea, even though I don't really interpret the word a lot into this. But anyway, enjoy!

~Charlotte~

Day 64 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Ghost

Sam POV

Carly, Freddie and I were out and about one sunny afternoon in Seattle. We had just finished school and we were walking back to Carly's apartment after a long day of classes which I didn't really remember as I was asleep most of the day.

We were talking randomly about things that happened in school and about what we were going to do on the next iCarly, when I spotted something.

"Hey look, a bike messenger!" I said, and I pushed Freddie into the guy on the bike. What I didn't think about was the consequences. I didn't think about what the force of the bike and the fully grown man riding straight forward and into Freddie would really do until it knocked him down to the floor.

Freddie hit the floor with a thunk as his head hit a fire hydrant first. There was a few seconds silence but it was then broken by the sound of moans coming from the boy I had just pushed over.

Blood was pouring out of his ear and he lay on the ground, rocking slightly at the pain that was coming from his head. He was moaning and it sounded like he was stopping himself from crying.
I stood there in shock. My mouth was hanging wide open and I looked at Carly who was standing there like me, but she suddenly ran to where Freddie was lying and tried to help him. But I just stayed standing there.

I went into a sort of trance as I watched Freddie lying on the ground. There was blood pouring out of one of his ears and the messenger on the bike was completely forgotten about. As he, Freddie, lay there I realised how cute he looked. A paramedic (Carly rang for an ambulance and I was still standing there when they rushed out, going to check on both the bike messenger and Freddie) started to move his hair away from around his ear so that it easier to see the damage made from the fall, and I realised how fluffy and soft his hair was as it was moved. His eyes were gleaming from the tears that were covering his irises – whether they were just watering or were actual tears, I didn't know – but they were bolder than they had ever been before and I saw how chocolate and sweet and innocent they were. I decided in my head that he looked, well, kinda cute.

It felt like a ghost of myself had just left my body as a new emotion filled that empty space. An emotion that I didn't understand and an emotion that I didn't like, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. The name of the emotion, I didn't know, but I knew it was more foreign to me than any other type of emotion I had ever felt. And I accepted it.

In a sudden rush, time caught up with me and I snapped out of the daydream I was in. How long I had been standing there I wasn't sure of but I had to get back to reality and pretend that the new emotion had not completely mentally knocked me down.

"What's happening?" I asked Carly. Anxiety was leaking into my words and my voice.

"One of the paramedics said that he'll be fine but they're going to take him to the hospital to check his hearing and everything," Carly explained.

"Okay. You don't think it will affect his hearing right?" I asked.

"It might do, he did hit his head pretty hard..."

I watched as Freddie got put into the back of the ambulance, still moaning a little in pain. As I looked at him again he looked back at me for only a second but my stomach felt like it had done a somersault and my heart sped up just a little. It was probably just guilt, but I had felt guilty before and it didn't feel the same as I was feeling then.

And all of a sudden, the feeling became more obvious and prominent than anything that I had ever felt before and I remembered the one time I had ever felt like that, but before it didn't last long.

I thought Freddie cute, and I had never felt more guilt than when I hurt Freddie and it hurts him a lot (the little things, like slapping him, didn't cause me guilt). It seemed to become pretty clear in my head, but at the same time it made no sense at all.

It took quite a while for me to think the exact words, and it was even harder to say it out loud, even to myself. But I did it anyway.

"I like Freddie," I whispered.

Sorry the ending is pretty bad, I couldn't think of how to end it, so if I'm rambling at the end, it is because I'm tired and I can't think.

Oh and if any of you know of stories about when Sam first started liking Freddie on fanfiction, please tell me what it's called by reviewing or PMing me! Review, and thank you for reading!