


Not a Rose

by FollowtheSun



Category: iCarly
Genre: Hurt-Comfort
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2010-06-21
Updated: 2010-06-21
Packaged: 2014-01-31 13:18:57
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 308
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6072154/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2129899/FollowtheSun
Summary: Sam Had always been a dandelion, A weed and very annoying and useless. Implied Seddie but mostly a sad Sam.





	Not a Rose

_Hey! It's My first story! yeah. so reveiw and favorite and stuff cause it's nice! don't want to get bad karma so just do it! _

_Oh and Disclaimer: do not own iCarly cause If I did Sam and Freddie would be together already and spencer would own a llama and Freddie Would have his shirt off!_

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I sat in Carly Shays living room on her couch eating her food.

it was sickening what I was thinking. Carly and Freddie were off on a date and I was left alone.

They were off sucking each others faces and I was left with a lousy piece of ham (no offence ham but Carly can actually talk to me).

I got up from the couch and exited the front door to the lobby.

I walked into the poring rain out side. I wasn't surprised; it was always raining like this in Seattle.

As I was walking away I saw Freddie and Carly running up the steps of the apartment to avoid the rain.

I watched as Freddie wiped the hair away from Carly's face and kissed her softly of the lips.

My heart broke.

I stood there as the opened the door smiling at each other. Who was I kidding! No one would ever like me!

I was like a dandelion. A weed, very annoying and useless.

But Carly, she was like the most beautiful plant ever, a rose, ever one wanted her and she was loved where ever she went.

All I want to be is a rose. At least to Freddie, wait what? I don't like Freddie, do I? My thoughts were interrupted when my cell phone started blaring let it rock. I looked at the caller ID and it read Carly.

I hit the silent button and though to myself

_Stupid Rose..._


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