Words can't explain (Icarly/Seddie fanfic)

Can you believe it? Chapter thirty already! Well in this one-shot, Sam's mum dies. Sad, huh. Well I was reading a fan fiction about Freddie's mum dying and I was all like: Cool, I've got an idea.
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Perish

"Sam, seriously! Did you really have to hit Drake Shall with a hotdog?" Freddie sighed. "Well he called you a nerdy doosh bag..." Sam defended. "So, it doesn't mean you should hit him!" Freddie declared. "By the looks of it, you were just about to shout at him and give him the punch of his life... even though you don't punch that well." Sam whispered the last part.

"Yeah... but I really don't need you-" Freddie was cut off by Sam. "Fine. If you don't want me to be there for you, I won't." She made a pouting face and sighed. "Sam, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't want you to get in trouble because of the silly things you do for me..." Freddie pointed out.

"Fine, I don't mind... but just know, when you cry, I'm not supposed to care." Sam giggled. "But you will care." He placed a soft kiss on her nose, which lead to a French kiss on the lips. "Maybe..." She mumbled through the kiss. Freddie nodded and it soon turned into a laugh.

Suddenly a Bing bong noise was made. "Samantha Puckett, please make your way to the principles office." Sam rolled her eyes and stood up. "Someone snitched..." She uttered. Freddie chuckled and smiled. "Maybe it's something else... like when you floored the gym teacher, yesterday." Freddie declared.

"He practically asked for it!"

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"-So then Charlie said that he was from England and then I was all like, "Oh, really? That's bloody good, since I love British folks." And note, I said it in a British accent! Then he walked away from me... I think I'm losing my touch!!!" Carly sighed.

Freddie smirked. "You sure have." Carly turned to him. Maybe he was right... I mean he used to like me, and now he doesn't! But he loves Sam, that's different... "May be that I am." She sighed.

Suddenly, Spencer came walking through th  front door. "Hi, guys." He sighed whilst taking his jacket off. "Why so sad?" Carly asked whilst smiling. "Don't you know?" Spencer huffed. "Know what?" I asked. Spencer sighed and sat next to Carly. "Sam's mum died today." He coughed slightly.

Oh my gosh, really? "No wonder she was called to the office today..." I sighed whilst scratching my head. "I can't imagine how she's feeling..." Carly sighed. "I'm going down there." I said whilst getting up.

"No, you shouldn't. She was pretty crushed when she came here today-" Spencer was cut off by Carly. "She came?" Spencer nodded. "Yeah, to collect her laptop from here. I asked her why she was so quiet and sad and she just burst put crying... I swear, I have never ever seen someone cry that hard before. I volunteered to drive her home and so we went... it took her two hours before she had actually fallen asleep."

I sighed. "I'm going there. I bet she needs me..." Carly nodded and let me leave. I can't believe this is actually happening...

After five minutes, I finally got to Sam's front door. I knocked on the door, thinking she probably won't answer. But I was wrong, she did and she looked very tired.

I could see the rear marks in her eyes. It was as if all life had faded away from her. Her blue electric eyes had turned a dark shade of grey, her smile had faded and her face wasn't angry nor sad... not saying she was happy, but her had no type of expression on her face.

I stepped forward looking at her and she looking at me. She wasn't directly looking into my eyes, but the contact she was giving me was nice enough. Suddenly, tears started streaming down her face, making me wrap my strong arms around her and pull her into my embrace.

I pulled her up, her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist whilst my right arm wrapped around her back and my left was cupping her butt... it's not as gross if you saw it.

I sat on the couch, still holding onto my crying princess. From nowhere, I felt cold salty lips touch mine. She had obviously been cry quite a lot because her lips were really salty. I could feel her hands running through my hair and I swear, it felt good.

I pushed her, making her turn and have the sofa at her back. I sucked on her tongue and ran my hand through her hair, making her groan a bit. We detached our lips from each other and gasped. We tried to catch our breath and I couldn't help but stare at Sam.

She was looking at me, still gasping for air and I couldn't help but see her cold look. "Sam, I know you don't want to do this..." I sighed. "Ugh, yes I do... I need this." She growled. "No you don't. Hour just drowning your sadness... I thought that you wanted your first time to be special." I smiled faintly.

"Well obviously I want it now..." She moaned. "No you don't." I declared. Sam rolled her eyes, obviously defeated. "I can't believe it... I never thought this would happen..."She sighed.

"I know, it's too early and she was young." I said whilst hugging her. "It's not fair that she has to go. We never really got to do anything... just her and Melanie..." She whispered the last part and sighed.

"Wait, Sam... Slash that! Your not 18 yet, you can't live here on your own." Sam bit her lip, making it bleed. "Yeah, my um... my dad's coming..." She sighed. "R-really." Freddie had never seen Sam's dad before and he was quite uncomfortable about talking about it.

"Yeah, tomorrow. We're not really in good terms and I'm kind of afraid to see him... the other half just doesn't want him over." Freddie nodded.

Sam sighed and wrapped her arms around him. "Can-can you stay over?" She asked. Of course, she needs me and I have to be there. "Please stay..." She pouted whilst loosening her grip on my shirt. "Of course I will." I smiled whilst pulling a cover over us.

"Goodnight, Princess Puckett."