A/N: I cannot explain myself for this new one. You'll just have to read it to see. My summary's probably crap, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly in any way.
January 10, 2011.
Senior Year.
Sam and Freddie driving home after a party. (Carly got a ride from someone earlier, but Sam and Freddie stayed later.)
10: 31 P.M.
"Oh...my...god. How epic was that?" Sam smiled.
Freddie smiled back.
"Pretty epic, I guess. I only stayed cause I knew that you'd need someone to drive you home." Freddie stated.
"Hey...shut up. I'm not bit only a drunk little."
Freddie snickered.
"What? What are you laughing at, Freddie?" Sam groaned and held her head.
"You. You're drunk, and it's interesting to watch."
"Nyeeah." Sam stuck out her tounge.
There was a bit of awkward silence before Sam spoke.
"Why'd you even bother taking me home? I'm sure that I could have found a ride somewhere."
"Sam, I was not about to let you stay at a party by yourself. What if something happened?"
"What could happen?" Sam waved it off.
"Well...this is Seattle."
"Oh Freddie...you're so funny."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, reaaaallllyy..." Sam slurred the word.
Freddie laughed again.
'She really has gotten beautiful lately.' Freddie thought, staring at her.
"...what? Do I have something on my face?" Sam asked.
Freddie shook his head.
"No...sorry for staring at you. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"Just...I was thinking about how...p-pretty...you are right now. Please don't hurt me..." Freddie bit his lip.
Sam blushed.
"Really?" she asked.
Freddie nodded.
"Yeah. Really."
"You don't look too bad, yourself, Benson." Sam said.
Freddie smiled.
"Sam...I...I'm just going to go ahead and say it...I...I think that...I like you."
Sam blushed.
"Y-you do? But...what about...uh...C-Carly?" Sam asked.
"I'm over her. She was just a crush. But you...I can't get you out of my head. Your laugh...smile..."
"Freddie..."
"The way you love life...and ham."
"Freddie...I..."
"I just wanna know something. How do you feel about me?" Freddie asked.
"Uh...well...I...kinda feel the same way. In fact, for awhile now...you've been the only person on my mind."
Sam's face got even redder.
"That's not like you." Freddie commented.
"Shut up, nub." Sam stated.
"That's more like it."
Sam laughed.
"So...wanna be my girlfriend...Sam?"
Sam smiled.
"I'd like that."
"Me too."
"I...FREDDIE LOOK OUT!" Sam screamed.
Neither one of them had seen it. A car, driving on the wrong side of the road, had rammed them both. It was a dead on collision. The world seemed to slow down, and then the world went black for them both, Freddie lost control of the car, and they swerved off course, flipping their car in the process. The car landed upside down, and glass went everywhere. The man driving the other car had been a foreigner, and was driving on the side of the road that was natural for him. It wasn't too long before their car was found, and the paramedics and police were called. But it was too late.
Both Sam and Freddie were pronounced dead by the time they got to the hospital.
Time of Death-Freddie Benson: 10: 45 P.M.
Time of Death-Sam Puckett: 10: 45 P.M.
A/N: This is not the end. I have a plot, do not throw things at me just yet, okay? Please? There will be more...I PROMISE. I will try to get the next chapter up tomorrow.