


Plethora of Colors

by stilessttilinski



Category: iCarly
Genre: Angst, Romance
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2010-12-11
Updated: 2010-12-11
Packaged: 2014-07-29 21:31:13
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 709
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6548251/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1963216/stilessttilinski
Summary: It swirls together into a haze of foggy memories and long-forgotten butterfly kisses. - - Seddie.





	Plethora of Colors

**a.n.**

**my very first iCarly fanfiction, sorry if they're OOC, haha.**

**disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters, all i own is the plot.**

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**just a plethora of colors  
**or **iCan't  
**shot down by strangers  
whose glances can cripple the heart & devour the soul  
_/the bird and the worm, the used/_

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It swirls together into a haze of foggy memories and long-forgotten butterfly kisses.

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He catches her when she is vulnerable one night, the thunder booming outside and lightning flashing outside the window. He is on the stairs and she is trembling, hugging her knees to her chest and blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Gasps escape her lips as she tries to press them together, failing and shutting her eyes instead.

"Sam?" His voice, deep now because he is _not_ a boy anymore_,_ is barely heard over the crashing and rumbling but she hears all the same. She doesn't turn to face him and he can see her wipe her eyes on her sleeves, trying to be discreet.

"Go the fuck away, _Fredward._" She uses his full name but he doesn't care as of now.

"Okay, Puckett, what the fuck is wrong?" He knows her too god damn well and she hates it, she _hates it so much._

"Nothing's wrong." She shoots a red-rimmed glare at him, one that would usually send him away in a heartbeat, but they're _friends_ (not really) and he can't do that to her, he doesn't hate her _that much_ (at all).

"Sam." He warns her, gives her a pointed look, but she's never been good at listening and prefers to mock him instead.

"_Freddie._"

She's all destruction-with-her-every-word, sarcasm and venom and he can't fathom why he even _loves her—_he doesn't he doesn't _he doesn't._ But then he's reminded of her spontaneity and her plethora of colors—and her anger, she's beautiful when she's angry—and he remembers why again. He hides his feelings with a façade, pretending to like Carly because she's the one they expect, the easy one and really, it's so much simpler being Carly-and-Freddie than _Sam_-and-Freddie.

No one would believe he loved her, anyway.

He gives her another look, like, 'don't-mess-with-me' and she resists, she always does.

"I don't want to _fucking _tell you, alright?" He shrugs, acting _ohso_ nonchalant, acting like he doesn't even _care_ and he thinks (hopes) that's what breaks her apart.

"I _can't_ do it, Fredward." She is sitting with one leg still close to her chest and the other stretched out next to her, looking annoyed at herself (or him) because she never admits her weaknesses, she _never does._

"Do what?" He tries to sound as serious as possible, he's lucky he even got _that_ out of her and he doesn't want to push his luck. He takes a step forward, trying to get closer but she stops him with a glare. She gazes at a spot next to him, above him, she can't look him in the eye.

And then she stands up and she's got that blazing-determined-_Sam_ look in her eyes and she crosses the room in two long strides and they're face-to-face, _too close_.

"Do _this._"

She crushes her lips on his and tangles her fingers in his hair. Vaguely, he wonders what his mother would think, but those thoughts fade away as she kisses him with ferocity, desperation, and he realizes he isn't kissing her back.

He steps back, removing his mouth from hers, staring at her, shock registering on his face because that kiss was even _better _than the first one, but they _can't_, and she doesn't _mean _it, and _why is this so god damn hard?_

Her plethora of colors brighten as she watches him, face growing angry and looking kind of _betrayed_ but he can't do this anymore. He can't play this _game _with her anymore.

"I'm sorry."

And the colors fade away.

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**a.n. **

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