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Notes: I borrowed a few lines from the episode, but, as stated in my disclaimer, I own nothing! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story!
iWant You To Shut Up
an iCarly fan fiction
I quirked my eyebrow, staring at the girl—no, the young woman, standing before me. Her wavy blond locks cascaded down her shoulders and back, framing her round face beautifully. Her face was contorted with frustration, annoyance, and slight embarrassment; embarrassment that I was supposedly stating my opinion on the matter of our relationship just to humiliate her in front of the thousands of iCarly viewers, and not to mention the live audience of mental patients surrounding us.
"Okay Benson, we get it," Sam spat, "You wanna humiliate me on the web in front of millions of people."
So she thought this was an act of meanness—to get revenge for the many years of cruel gibes I had endured because of her. I had to let her know how wrong she was. I wanted her to shut up, so I could explain how I really felt. But how could I send her the message shut up, Puckett whilst also indicating that I liked her just as much as she liked me?
The answer presented itself so clearly: like a golden flower in a field of grass. Like a Samantha Puckett in a crowd of other girls.
"Go ahead and just do it, I don't care!" she said. I began approaching her then, my expression calm but determined. I stared intently at her lips: so pink, thin, soft, and tasting faintly of strawberry chap stick. I knew what they tasted of because I had felt her lips before, and, at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel Sam's lips against mine once more. I was less than a foot away from her now, and she was still addressing me angrily.
"Get back at me for all the mean things I've sa—"
She couldn't complete her sentence. Placing my hands on either side of her waist, I had leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were just as I remembered, only this time I detected a small trace of the quesadillas she loved to indulge in, along with her usual fruit-flavored chap stick. Her skin, the perfect shade of cream, smelled deliciously of vanilla body cream. She released a soft moan against my lips. To my delight, she kissed me back, placing her dainty hands on the sides of my arms. Sam succeed in appealing to every sense: the sight of her attractive face, the tiny moaning she produced as she kissed me, the feeling of my hands touching her petite frame, the taste of her mouth, and finally the smell of her flesh. I wanted to experience it again and again. And, if things ended as I hoped, I would.
The audience around us exploded into applause, and, though I couldn't see her, I could tell that Carly was smiling at us in approval. Sam pulled away all too soon. She stared up at me and asked what had to be the cutest thing she had ever asked me: "You mean that?" Her expression was etched with the smallest amount of doubt—she was wondering if this was real, if I had really just kissed her, if this meant that I was hers now.
"Mm-hm," I replied. "So I guess we're both insane."
She blinked incredulously. It was strange how much detail I noticed when it came to Sam. Her eyelashes were long, and fluttered beautifully over the eyes I often got lost in.
"So now what?" she voiced.
So now I'm yours, I thought. And you're mine. Now I can have the pleasure of introducing you as my girlfriend. I smirked at the thought. This would be the end of love-sick Freddie Benson, and the start of. . .what was that screaming fan referring to it as? Seddie. The beginning of Seddie.
If liking—maybe even loving—Samantha Puckett was insane, then I should have checked myself into a mental institution.
I loved this episode, especially the kiss! I'm so excited for the new season, aren't you? Anyway, thanks for reading!