This is a Seddie Fanfiction which is slightly mixed with fantasy. When people turn 14, the letters of your soulmate will appear each week, It's rare for people to get the full name of a person because it is commonly the nickname to make it harder fo...
"Since you and Freddie are.. *pause and shivers* soulmates. Have you ever thought of him being your.. b-boyfriend?" That question echoed through my mind.. I was unsure of my answer. A part of me just wanted to say no.. but in the back of my mind I was still unsure. We're soulmates but we just mutually agreed to just stay friends.. nothing else.. although, awhile ago... that moment was unforgettable, it just felt right to do it. Do I like him? Do I not like him? But this is his mom that's asking for chiz sake! "We just agreed to be friends even though we're soulmate, it was a mutual agreement to just stay in the friendzone.." I answered... it wasn't a no and it wasn't a yes... I-it was a maybe, maybe I have thought of him that way sometimes but at the same time, I didn't want to admit it.
Mrs. Benson's pov
Samanth-... Sam looks quite nervous.. I guess.. she has thought of it. She and my Freddie seem so so so opposite from each other.. I mean, honestly.. How can two polar opposite people be compatible? It needs to take so much love in that relationship if ever.. I nod and walk into my room.. It's so weird how both of them are soulmates! Oh no.. I forgot to spray her with a tick can, what if she has ticks! W-what if she got too close to my Freddie and she gave him ticks!
Nobody's pov
Mrs. Benson comes out with a tick can and starts spraying Sam, she immediately stands up and covered her face, "What the heck?!" she exclaimed while being sprayed by the anti-tick spray. Just then, T-bo walks in.. "What's up Mrs. B" he greeted Marissa then gets sprayed too, "Why you always gotta do that Mrs. B?" T-bo rolled his eyes, "Because! Ticks are forbidden in this apartment!" Marissa exclaimed then finally she finished and walked back inside her room. Freddie walked out his room "Sam, Carly told us to meet her at the icarly studio so we can watch some funny compilation of reporters and interviewers failing" he laughed, "ooo mama love's me some failing interviewers and reporters" Sam laughed, they walked across to the Shay's apartment and to the studio to see Carly laughing while watching on the monitor. "Hey Carls" Sam greeted her, "Heyyy, so how did your mom react when Sam was going to sleep overnight?" Carly asked Freddie, "um.. she sprayed her with a tick can for about a minute" Freddie answered, he didn't say the rest that happened just to keep Sam comfortable and not tensed up.
They all sit on the beanbags watching reporters and interviewers failing to interview people or saying the wrong words, Freddie was eating the chocolate Sam gave him and Sam was just drinking her usual root beer, "This chiz is so funny!" Sam laughed, "I know right?" Carly giggled causing Freddie to blush a bit (Well fawk!), "Aw the video is almost over" Carly pouts, "D-don't worry there's 5 more in compilation, I-I calculated" Freddie said nervously, "*Snickers* What a nub" Sam mumbled and snickered, "I heard that!" Freddie exclaimed, "You guys come on! Stop arguing and watch" Carly interrupted their little feud and they started to watch.
It was the last person in the compilation. Sam was drinking her root beer till she heard a familiar voice, "Next on Robarazzi!" Robbie said enthusiastically, Sam chokes on her root beer.. "You okay?" Carly asked, "Y-yeah just drank my root beer too fast" Sam made up an excuse and they started to watch again.
*2 hours later*
Sam and Freddie walk back into the Benson's apartment to see Marissa playing their old piano. "Um.. Mom I thought you didn't want to touch that piano again?" Freddie looked at her weirdly, "Yeah well... I decided to try it again, and it's jazzy" Mrs. Benson claimed, Freddie walked up to his mother, "Mom if this something about annoying Sam it isn't going to work" he stated, "Don't blame me for the things I may or may not have planned Fredward" Mrs. Benson glares at him, "Y-you guys have a piano?" Sam walks toward Mrs. Benson sitting on the chair, "Yes, it's very jazzy" Mrs. Benson wiggles her shoulders expecting Sam to be annoyed, Sam just gave her a small grin and small furrowed eyebrows since Sam usually heard people say that classical was what they prefer better, "I would say classical is better but Jazz is fine too I guess...?" she implied, Mrs. Benson was shocked to not hear a single groan from Sam.
"I mean i-if you want.. I could give you a riff that might be jazzy.." Sam told her, hinting that she wants to play the piano, Mrs. Benson agreed but she didn't get Sam's hint. At first Sam was just fiddling with the keys till she thought of a riff.
*Play the video* (All credits to Daniel Thrasher)
Mrs. Benson widened her eyes at what she heard, "I-I'm sorry, play that again?" she asked Sam, "Um.. okay" Sam repeated the riff, "I don't know if this riff was for Jazz but that's the closes-" she gets cut off by Mrs. Benson, "When did you learn how to play the piano? And are you really that delinquent?!" she exclaimed, "Mom stop.." Freddie interrupts but he gets shushed by his mom, "I just taught myself when I was 8, during summer break.. I didn't know what else to do so I just thought of playing the piano. My grandparents had a keyboard that still worked so I used it" Sam answered and shrugged her shoulders. Mrs. Benson nods and walks to the kitchen, "Did both of you eat already?" she asked, "Yeah mom, Spencer made spaghetti tacos" Freddie confirmed, "Spencer should really make vegan versions of those" Mrs. Benson complained then walked to her room, "Get ready for bed.. even though it's still 7:45, just put your pajamas on and brush your teeth." she told them, Sam sighed and got her clothes out her bag and walked to the bathroom to change.
(She was wearing this)
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Sam walked out the bathroom with her clothes on her hands so she could put it in her backpack. She walked back in the bathroom to spit the toothpaste. "Sam, do you maybe want to watch a movie? I'm not tired yet" Freddie asked, "Won't your mom go insane if she saw you watching a movie with me?" Sam assumed and sat down on the pullout couch which now is a bed, "I bet she will but I don't really care" Freddie shrugged his shoulders, "Wow what a 'rebel'" she mocked him, "What movie?" she asked, "Uh I have a movie generator, we can use that" Freddie suggested, Sam agreed and he sat down beside her, "Okay uh let's see.." Freddie uttered then pressed generate, it was loading and it generated a random movie called, "When Harry met Sally" Sam and Freddie furrowed their brows weirdly at the title but just went onto it. Sam and Freddie were watching on Freddie's computer.
*40 minutes in*
"*Chuckles* This movie is so old right Sam?" Freddie turned towards Sam, she had dozed off to sleep slightly snoring softly, Freddie smiled and he adjusted her so she could lie down more comfortably and he started to continue watching the movie still beside her. It's been about 50 minutes in total, Sam turned her position to face Freddie's side. Mrs. Benson walks out of her room to grab a glass of water till she sees Freddie beside a sleeping Sam, "*Gasp* Fredward Benson, what are you doing laying here beside a delinquent?" she whisper-screamed at him, "We were watching a movie till she fell asleep mom, keep it down please? She might wake up" Freddie replied, "Are you sassing me?" Mrs. Benson assumed, she immediately sprayed a different anti-tick can that makes people sneeze alot, "Mom no-" Freddie cuts off and starts to hold in a sneeze but failed a bit. It reached to Sam and her breath hitched a bit, Freddie and Mrs. Benson cover their faces expecting a loud aggressive sneeze from Sam, only to receive a soft, cute, and slightly high pitched sneeze.. she sneezed about one more time and turned her position to the other side and covers her face with the blanket.
Mrs. Benson furrowed her brows and had widened her eyes in shock, Freddie was holding in an "aww" the whole time, "W-How can someone snobby and aggressive act like an innocent and calm person?" Mrs. Benson softly uttered to Freddie, "I-I don't know either.. but you have to admit, that was a cute sneeze" he implied, "Yes it was... but don't get any ideas" Mrs. Benson points firmly at him and walks back to her room. At this point, the movie wasn't continued anymore and he just went into his room to sleep, but first he strokes Sam's hair 2 times and leaves.
