Dreams Do Come True
Sam didn't know what part of her day was the best so far: the fact that she was finally able to leave her step-family for good, the fact that she was about to come face-to-face with the Prince again, or the fact that she had new confidence in the power of dreams, because all of hers were coming true.
"I'm nervous," Sam admitted, as T-Bo escorted her to the Prince's room. "I do look a lot different than I did last night."
"You're worried he won't feel the same way about you," T-Bo mused. "You're already a member of this family. I had Gibby take all your things up."
"You told him to be careful with the portrait of my mother, right?"
"Of course," he assured. "She looked like a charming woman, by the way."
"My father told me she purposely wore dresses that were too small. You can tell if you really look at the picture."
She shrugged then turned the subject back to Prince Freddie, "If he doesn't feel the same about me, I always have my methods of persuasion." And she crackled her knuckles to emphasize the implications.
"If I know Freddie, I know he'll love someone for their inner beauty. It's all about the soul—"
"Okay, I get it," Sam interrupted, "Enough with the soul talk."
"You do know he's in love with you, right?" T-Bo began, "Ever since he found your slipper last night on the staircase, he couldn't stop talking about you. I won't be surprised if he gets down on one knee as soon as he sees you."
"I don't know if I'm ready to move that fast," Sam said, butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the thought, "But, I do admit that I felt a . . . connection."
"We'll see how it turns out." He stopped at a large door, which he motioned for her to enter. "Your Prince Charming awaits."
"You're not going to come in?"
"And be a third-wheel? Heck no." He opened the door slightly and shoved her forward.
Rolling her eyes, Sam entered the room and shut the door behind her. Summoning all of her natural confidence, Sam looked up to meet the eyes of Prince Freddie. He rose from his sitting position on his bed, then approached her with burning eyes.
"Hello," Sam whispered.
"It's you," Freddie replied, his mouth hanging open. Slowly, he raised his hands to cup her face, which he studied for several minutes before repeating: "It's you."
"I think we've established that, Prince Freddie."
"Please," he said, lowering his hands so he could take hold of hers. "Call me Freddie."
Her mind already erupting with humorous variants of his name, she replied, "Okay."
"What's your name?"
"Samantha. Samantha Puckett. Sam for short." It was one of the first times she embraced her full name: normally she didn't like Samantha because it sounded too girly, but there was something about being with Freddie that made her want to expose who she was in utmost entirety. She didn't have to hide anymore, or be ashamed of who she was, as her step-family had encouraged her to feel.
"I want to know everything about you," Freddie declared in one breath. "Everything."
Sam chuckled. "I already know a lot about you. You're a nerd, for one thing. But, you know, it's kind of cute."
Freddie laughed softly, but his face turned suddenly serious with desire. His lips coming dangerously close to her own, he asked, "May I?"
"Yes," Sam replied surely. She knew what she wanted—to be kissed by this delightful nerd, her Prince Charming.
Closing the small gap between them, their lips met for the first time. It was magic: his lips were soft yet firm against her own, his sweet breath caressing her face. This kiss was special; not only because it was their first, but because it held an undeniable commitment. This kiss held promise: promises of eternal love, marriage, children, and her claiming the title of a Princess. It was so much to take in, but even more to cherish.
When they finally broke apart—not because they wanted to, but because air became needed—Sam stroked Freddie's short, brown locks lovingly, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Let's go eat to celebrate," she suggested.
Freddie smirked. "Do you like ham?"
"More than like!"
"Then I'm sure you'll love the dinner I had the cooks prepare for us. Let's go." Taking his future bride by the hand, they ran out of the room.
As Sam sprinted down the hall with Prince Freddie, the wind that was seeping through the windows blowing her hair back, she beamed at her Prince with undeniable love. Somewhere, she knew, a certain wart-faced fairy was earning his wings.
. . . and they lived Happily Ever After.
Thank you to all my readers! I seriously love you guys! Not in the stalker-psycho way, but you know what I mean! Speaking of psycho, did we all enjoy iCarly's New Year's Eve special? I'm hoping that Seddie will come back into the new episodes very soon; I'm tired of waiting!
Hope you all enjoyed the story. As I did with iSnow White, I tried to stir in the right amount of elements from the original fairy tale, the Disney version (which it is mainly based off of), while staying true to the iCarly characters.
This is the second story in what I'm calling my iDisney Princess Story Collection. If you read my other story, iSnow White, then you know I'm going to be recreating every Disney Princess story with iCarly characters. I'm kind of obsessed with the Disney Princesses and iCarly, so I'm sure you can see how the idea popped into my head . . .
Happy 2012 everyone! I'm so glad that this was my first published story of the new year. Coming up next: iSleeping Beauty.