The First Move

Carly was trying to sleep on the couch after the dance. And all she could think about was Freddie. She couldn't believe it, but she was actually falling for him.

Carly knew that he was in love with her. And he was right across the hall! She could just go over there, tell him how she feels, and they would live happily ever after. But she didn't. Why? For two reasons.

One, it was after midnight. He was most likely asleep at the moment. Two, Sam and Freddie kissed. What if Sam had developed feelings for him as well? She didn't want to hurt her!

But there had to be a bright side to if she did tell Freddie she was falling for him. The kisses the could have, the dates they could have, and the dance they had just a few hours ago could happen as many times as they like.

Just the thought of it made Carly smile uncontrollably. She wanted it to happen and somehow knew that it was meant to be. She made the decision to tell him the next morning.

Unfortunatly, the next morning she didn't have the guts. But she kept hoping that soon, she'd get the courage again.

Or maybe Freddie would notice her staring at him lovingly, trying not to lose control whenever he walks in the door, or even hiding her sad face whenever he walks out.

Then maybe he would make the first move.

A/N: Kind of cheesy, I know. But I haven't written a fanfic in a long time, so please cut me a bit of slack. If you loved it, awesome! Either way, thanks for reading! Go Creddie!