


iDance for Fun

by whatevverr



Category: iCarly
Genre: Friendship, Humor
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-12-20
Updated: 2009-12-20
Packaged: 2013-09-30 05:18:11
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 696
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5595663/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1843370/whatevverr
Summary: Sam is hiding something. She is secretly a dancer! What happens when Freddie finds out? Frenimies, Sam/Freddie oneshot.





	iDance for Fun

_Summary: Sam is hiding something. She is secretly a dancer! What happens when Freddie finds out?_

_Frenimies, Sam/Freddie oneshot. _

**A/N: I was bored, and I had an idea, so this oneshot is born. Thanks to inlovewithhyouu for the good comments and support for this oneshot, and for not laughing in my face when I pitched the idea. She gave me an idea for a really funny line. She has a story called Forbidden Love Stories and its Seddie. Please check it out. = )**

**Note: This is in Sam's POV. **

**Enjoy, and please review = )**

My mother was never normal. She had about 5 boyfriends a week and was a strong believer in zen and the zodiac. Yeah, I think its shit.

I knew she was weird, but I never expected her to suggest such an idiotic thing to do. Aww, memories.

Flashback:

_"Hello, Sam. Why don't you sit and do some yoga with me?"_

_I simply shook my head. "Not in a million years," I said as I went to grab a fat cake. _

_"Samantha, I am noticing that you are quite abrasive,"_

_"No chizz," I chimed in. _

_"Don't interrupt me! Anyway, I was thinking, and I signed you up for ballet. You know, make you more graceful." _

_I screamed as I dropped my fat cake. _

Yes, that is what led me to this horrible, vile place that others may call a dance school.

I call it hell on earth.

I had to take at least one class. My mother is best friends with the teacher, so she would know if I skipped.

I entered the studio, embarresed about the leotard I was in. But everyone else was wearing one, so I didn't feel that bad.

We learned several things, like plies and pas de bourree.

Suprisingly, I learned that it took serious skill, and I gave some respect to the ballerinas of the world.

Two weeks into classes, I was beginning to love dancing, and I was pretty good at it. I looked in the mirrors of the studio and saw a graceful, elegant dancer with pointed toes and pretty fingers.

It was pretty damn wierd that person in the mirror was me.

I was getting out of a class one afternoon when I noticed someone that should not have been at my dance school, my sanctuary that no one knew about except my mom.

Fredweird!

I stopped dead in my tracks and as his eyes widened at the sight of me I felt like a deer in some headlights.

He motioned for me to come, and we went outside.

"What are you doing here?" we both asked in unison.

"You first," I said.

"Stupid synchronized dancing classes with my mom. You?"

"Um," I began, thinking of anything I could say.

Miss Elise came outside with my pointe shoes in her hands. "Samantha, glad I caught up to you. You left these in the studio. I will see you on Saturday to teach the little ones. They will be so happy that you will assist me. They have seen you in the studio and adore you. Well, I must be going," she said as she handed the shoes to me.

I thanked her and turned to Freddie. "Guess that answers that question."

"Yeah," he said, "later, can you show me some ballet things?"

I was tired, so I didn't break his arm. I nodded and walked away.

Later on, I wanted to show off. I showed him all the hardest things to do and tried to be extra graceful.

He stared at me wide eyed.

"Oh, stop it, please, I didn't look that bad, did I?" Honestly I didn't care whether or not he thought I looked good.

"You looked great!" He said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, you love it when I am right," he said.

I shook my head. "No, I love it when you shut up."

"But, I was just compleme-" I cut him off with a peck to the cheek.

Just to shut him up.

Nothing more.

But he has a really soft face.

**A/N: Yeah, I was bored. Please R&R. **

**-Colleen**


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