


Wasted, A Carrie Underwood Song Fic

by iluv2h8u1



Category: iCarly
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2011-11-18
Updated: 2011-11-18
Packaged: 2015-08-05 13:31:00
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 751
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7561354/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2635714/iluv2h8u1
Summary: A song fic to Carrie Underwood's song Wasted. Rated T for mentions of alcohol abuse.





	Wasted, A Carrie Underwood Song Fic

**This is just a quick song fic for Carrie Underwood's Wasted. Hope you like it.**

_Standing at the backdoor_

_She tried to make it fast_

_One tear hit the hardwood_

_It fell like broken glass_

_She said sometimes love slips away_

_And you just can't get it back_

_Let's face it_

Samantha Joy Puckett stood at the backdoor of her boyfriend's home, tears filling her eyes. She was breaking up with him tonight, and it was time.

"Sometimes love slips away, and you just can't get it back," she said. "Let's face it."

"Alright, fine, whatever!" he replied. "Take your shit and leave!"

At that, he walked away, to his bedroom. She just stood there for a second, but then came to and picked up the box of things she had. She started to walk away, but paused.

_For one split second_

_She almost turned around_

_But that would be like pouring raindrops_

_Back into a cloud_

_So she took another step and said_

_I see the way out and I'm gonna take it_

Sam shook her head and kept walking. She opened the door of her car, placing the box on the passenger seat. She climbed into the driver's seat, brushing away her tears.

"I see the way out and I'm gonna take it," she whispered to herself. She started the car and backed out of the driveway.

_I don't wanna spend my life jaded_

_Waiting to wake up one day and find_

_That I let all these years go by_

_Wasted_

She held on to the steering wheel as she pulled over on the highway. Her tears were falling faster and harder, and she had to stop. Sam turned off her headlights and climbed into the backseat, curling up into a little ball and falling to sleep.

_Another glass of whiskey but it still don't kill the pain_

_So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain_

_He said it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday_

_Gotta face it_

Freddie Benson poured himself another glass of the finest whiskey money could buy. It was his twelfth, maybe more, glass that night. He took one sip before stumbling over to the bathroom and pouring the entire cup down the drain.

"It's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday," he whispered, "gotta face it."

_Cuz I don't wanna spend my life jaded_

_Waiting to wake up one day and find_

_That I let all these years go by_

_Wasted_

He held on to his hair as he stumbled to bed, hopefully not too drunk. He did have to work with some A-list director tomorrow.

_Oh, oh, I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing_

_The still of the morning, the color of the night_

_I ain't spending no more time_

_Wasted_

Sam smiled to herself as she saw that "WELCOME TO CALIFORNIA" sign. She'd been driving for three straight days. It was almost dusk, and the stars were lining the sky, though there was still some light from the sun out.

"It's so beautiful," she stated, continuing to drive towards southern California.

_She kept driving along _

_Till the moon and the sun were floating side by side_

_He looked in the mirror and his eyes were clear_

_For the first time in a while_

Freddie looked into the bathroom mirror and just stared at his own face as his eyes cleared. He couldn't remember the last time his eyes looked like that. It felt great to see himself like that again.

He decided that he'd look like that a lot more often.

_Hey, yeah_

_Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded_

_Waiting to wake up one day and find_

_That I let all these years go by_

_Wasted_

Sam smiled at everyone in the coffee house. "Well, here's a little song I wrote especially for tonight, and for a certain someone I haven't seen in a few years. I hope you like it."

Freddie Benson was standing in the audience. He smiled back, giving her a little nod.

Sam started strumming her guitar.

_Standing at the back door_

_She tried to make it fast_

_One tear hit the hardwood_

_It fell like broken glass..._

**So what did you think? It's not the best I've ever written, but I think it's okay. Review? *hopeful face***


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