She was smiling. This thing really knew how to hug the road. Mama'd always wanted her very own hog. And, now thanks to the good-hearted nature of the sappy, artist, man-child she'd grow pretty fond of over the years, that dream had finally become a reality.
She was smiling. She really was. What did it matter that her best friend was now flying halfway across the world? Carly was with her dad, she was happy. And, she'd be back someday. She'd come back, and it'd be like she was never gone. Someday.
Yep. Sam Puckett had the world at her feet. Armed with the take-no-prisoners attitude that had made her well-known to even Seattle's most infamous
There had been a time in Carly's life where she had not been sold on the idea of Freddie Benson as anything more than just a friend. There had always plenty of good reasons for her to feel this way. Only now it seemed as though she was running out of reasons that he was unacceptable.
To Carly's way of thinking there were multiple Freddie's. The one who seemed to stick in her mind most of the time was the little nerdy boy who had had a crush on her since they were both really young. She remembered him running around in his Galaxy Wars Footie PJ's and always being smitten with her. That Freddie had been a doormat. Oh he was nice and a good gu
After Gibby sang his song for us, which was weird, Freddie, Carly, and I applauded as he made a "dramatic" exit.
"That was such a Gibby thing for him to do," I said to Carly.
"I know," she responded, giggling.
Freddie went over to his tech cart to shut off the music, lights, and camera, so we could rehearse. But, all throughout rehearsal, I couldn't help but notice how Freddie didn't seem like himself. He wasn't laughing as much as he normally did, and he had a fake smile plastered on his face.
What?
I'm his girlfriend now. I notice this stuff, so sue me.
Throughout the entire rehearsal, I couldn't help but feel submerged in guilt
Well ...
You've done it Puckette.
You've more-or-less admitted to loving the guy you claimed to hate for the four years you've known him.
How does it feel?
Well ... the kiss felt ... nice.
You weren't entirely sure why you'd done it. Maybe it was the explosive result of all those sappy nubbish "chick flicks" that Melanie used to drag you to when you guys were younger.
Yeah ... you'd sit through two-and-a-half hours of sappy speeches about dreams, and love ... and dreams about love (based purely on the promise of bacon-flavored butter for your popcorn) and watch the obvious romance play out between heroine and hero as the film's deliriou
Icarly: All you need is Love by Pettyexpo, literature
Literature
Icarly: All you need is Love
As wedding parties go theirs was a small one. There was only one maid of honor one extra bridesmaid, one best man and one extra groomsman. Of course the best man was pulling double duty as he was also giving the Bride away. This was not because he was her father or even any kin relation to her at all but because he simply had been asked to. It was an honor he took very seriously. Well as seriously as Spencer ever took anything but still he was on his very best behavior.
The crowd that had gathered for this blessed event was small but warm. This day was not all about a huge spectacle but about two people pledging their devotion for e
What Happens Behind Closed... by xladyjagsvb32x, literature
Literature
What Happens Behind Closed...
I had a random idea for an iCarly one-shot. Seddie, of course! It might be really bad because it wasn't the best idea in the first place, but I decided to pursue it.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly because Dan Schnider does. If I did, Seddie would've happened a time ago. :D
"Hey, Carls!" yelled Sam, opening Carly's bedroom door, walking inside, flopping down on the couch, and kicking off her purple Converse.
"Well, hello to you, too, Mrs. No Manners," Carly said, turning around from her computer to look at Sam.
"And this is new to you how?" inquired Sam, raising an eyebrow.
" Fine, you win," Carly said quietly after a small pause.
"
"No way, Benson!"
"Come on, Sam."
"No!"
Sam crossed her arms and sat against the headboard on Freddie's bed with her legs crossed.
"Please, Princess Puckett," Freddie pleaded.
He that that nickname always got her to do anything for him.
"I said no, Fredward. There is no way," Sam, once again, refused.
Freddie was shocked. She had never said no when he called her Princess Puckett.
"Why can't you?" inquired Freddie. "It won't be bad. I promise that it'll be the best first time you ever experience with anything! Please?"
Sam opened her mouth.
"It can't be because you don't want to," said Freddie.
Sam closed her mouth.
"I do everythin
I got to tell you a rhyme
about three sidekick ships of mine
they different yet similar
but all sublime
Now it's your time
to figure out who they are
in these catchy rhymes
The first one of mine is
sweet as lollipops as lollipops can be
they meet in pre-k
then got together in season three
they give me what I need
but for the main characthar I'm peed
Then up North
are sidekicks that bater back and forth
their intials are S.P. and F.B.
they keep their feeling for each other serectly
if they get together let us see
but I know they are meant to be
Somewhere in England
are two wizards with spells
and they work r
Since the first time you saw him, you think he's a cutie, you think he's a hottie, you like him so much, you wish and hope he likes you back.
But as you sit there, he's in the next room. He barely knows who you are. He thinks your a pain whenever you talk to him. He doesn't even know your name! And you barely know him , but your head over heels in love with him.
He looks at you as you walk over to his spot on the bleachers. You want to talk to him, you want to be able to hug him, to carry on a normal conversation with him. But as you get closer and closer to his spot you begin to shake. Your breath begins to raise and your heart pounds in y
I paced along the dark, deserted streets of the city. The city I had always lived in, the only home I had ever known. It had never used to have been this dark and empty. But I couldn't remember for the life of me the feeling of being warm, loved. The chilly night wind buffeted my tiny frame, and I shivered, drawing my jacket ever closer around me. Why was I out, alone in the middle of a late autumn night?
A month. A month ago they had started dating. They had finally realized that they were what they had always wanted. Every day the sight of them togeth