Ok. So this is my first ever fanfic. It's a Seddie story. And I'm gonna rate it T just in case I make it a little more mature...
"What do you guys think I should dress up as for the Halloween dance?" Carly asks me and Sam.
"I'm sure you'll look beautiful however you dress," I tell her.
"Oh shut up, Freddork, she's never gonna want you so just get over it," Sam says to me.
"Aw! Are you jealous?" I tease.
"Pssh. You wish."
Actually, I do wish she was jealous. While I do still love Carly (I think), I've been finding myself strangely attracted to Sam lately. I blame it all on that stupid kiss. I never should have suggested it. It's really been messing with my head. I snap out of my thoughts when I feel a sharp pain in my arm.
"Ow! Why'd you do that?" I yell at Sam.
"Carly was asking you a question, dork."
"Sorry," I say to Carly. "My mind was somewhere else."
"Probably thinking about his robot girlfriend," Sam mumbles. I just give her a dirty look.
I turn back to Carly. "What were you asking me?"
"What are you going to be for the dance?"
Sam bursts out into a fit of laughter. "I never thought it could happen, but you just reached a new level of dork."
"And what are you going to be, huh? A ham eating demon?"
"Please, I'm not going to that stupid dance."
"SAM!" Carly whines. "You have to go."
"Why?" Sam wants to know.
"Yeah, why?" I ask. "It'll be much more pleasant without her there." But secretly, I'm upset that she doesn't want to go. Probably more so than Carly. It would be nice to see her in a slutty devil costume.
"Because I want you there," Carly says, snapping me out of my vision of Sam in a skimpy outfit.
"I don't understand what the big chiz is," Sam says.
"I want my best friend there with me," Carly pouts. "And you owe me."
"For stealing fifty dollars from me."
"What makes you think I did that?"
"Who else would?"
"Ok. If I give it back do I get out of going to the dance?"
"Do you even still have it?"
"I have a penny left over..."
"You're going to the dance."
Sam growls. "Fine. "
Suddenly, my mom comes bursting into the room. "Freddie, it's time for your tick bath."
"MOM!" I whine. "I'm too old for those."
"You're never too old for them. Now let's go." She grabs my arm and pulls me out of the apartment.
"Bye, Fredweird," Sam laughs.
"Shut up!" I yell. I may look very angry, but on the inside I'm happy that Sam is going to the dance. And I really hope she dresses up in the outfit of my imagination.
I promise it'll get better. Just wait. And feel free to review. I really want some constructive criticism. :D