


Things I'll Never Say

by eleanorr1gby



Category: iCarly
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2011-08-04
Updated: 2011-08-04
Packaged: 2015-04-13 17:06:12
Rating: M
Chapters: 1
Words: 422
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7250699/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3120997/eleanorr1gby
Summary: This began as a full-story called iSquared, but I lost my creative drive, so I'm just leaving it up as a very short one-shot, Freddie's point of view about the iOMG kiss.





	Things I'll Never Say

A/N: I wanted something a little more lighthearted than my other story. It's a work in progress, but I just threw the prologue together in about ten minutes, we'll see where it goes...

Prologue

Things I'll Never Say

~* Freddie *~

Holy chiz.

I'm standing in the school courtyard in the middle of the night, and Sam Puckett is KISSING me. Not a tiny peck like we shared on the fire escape, but REALLY kissing me. Her hands are squeezing my shoulders, her lips are soft but urgent, I can feel her breath, the shaking of her body from pure nerves. And I'm completely frozen.

I should be doing SOMETHING. I should be kissing her back, putting my hands on her waist, opening my mouth. Or pulling away and telling her this isn't a good idea. Or running for my life because this may be a joke. But I'm just standing there. If Sam was watching this, and not participating, she'd be calling me a nub right about now. And she'd be right.

Christ, why am I not MOVING? Am I even breathing? Move, Benson! Engage your brain!

Too late. She's pulled away from me, and she's staring at me.

Maybe if I stand perfectly still, she won't notice me. Ugh, what am I saying, she's a girl, not a T-Rex! But I'm still frozen in place. Do. Something. Now.

"I-" I manage to squeak out. Ooh, a noise! Progress! But not good enough.

Before I can manage to squeak out anymore word-like noises, she looks at me sheepishly.

"Sorry," she grumbles.

"...It's cool," I say back lamely.

It's cool? It's COOL? You scored in the 90th percentile on your PSAT Verbals, and the best phrase you can come up with is "It's cool", Benson?

You sir, are a nub.

Sam stares at me for a moment, awkwardly fumbling with the hem of her shirt. Say...something!

"I'm really hungry," Sam says. Oh, that's news. "I think I'm gonna...go."

Move, speak, yell, faint, do something, I tell myself. Now!

Too late, she's bolted. Like a bat out of hell.

The only thing I see is the door swinging shut, and I am beside myself with the realization of what just happened.

Sam Puckett just kissed me, and I did nothing. As soon as that girl got her bearings back, she would kill me.

I was a dead nerd.


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