I've been having writers block on my other story but got the idea to write this one. I don't know how long it's going to be but there will be more chapters with letters or songs for each. Please review and let me know what you think.

*Sorry, I don't own icarly or its characters, just my stories*

The First Letter

Monday

It had been a long day at school, filled with irritating teachers and lots of homework. Normally, Freddie Benson likes school. He likes learning about new things. Unfortunately, Freddie was having a bad day. His crush, Carly, once again turned him down flat this morning in the nicest way possible. It was still a rejection. She has said 'no' so often to him, you'd think he'd be used to it by now, but it still hurts and is not the best way to start the day.

Sighing, he heads back to his locker after the last bell of the day, wading through the sea of teenagers in the halls. On the way, he notices Carly and his other best friend, the blonde-headed demon Sam, talking by their lockers across the way from him. Freddie grumbles and walks to his locker, avoiding the two for the moment. Looking at it, he notices a small white envelope taped to the door with his name typed across the front. Curious, he pulls it down and opens it up to read the letter inside.

Dear Freddie,

I hope this actually gets to you and no one takes it off your locker. One of the dangers of doing this during school hours is the strong possibility of someone stealing this but I really don't have another option. It is either now or not at all and I can't take another day of keeping silent. I know this not very brave of me. I'd even go so far as to claim cowardice but, at least, I have finally said something.

In the perfect world I can find in my mind, I would be able to say this to you directly instead of through an anonymous letter. I could tell you how I get lost in your chocolate brown eyes, scattering my thoughts to the four winds. I could tell you how your merest touch sends shivers up and down my skin. I would say how much I love listening to you and your cute tech talk, even though I don't understand half of what you say. That little half smile you do when you find something amusing makes me want to giggle and sigh at the same time. I could tell you just how amazing I truly think you are and how hot. Seriously, I saw you working out in the school gym the other day and about drooled. Who knew what an amazing body you have been hiding under those polo shirts and jeans!

Of course, this is my perfect world where you would love me but that is not reality. In reality, you don't look at me with that special sparkle in your eyes. You don't notice me hanging on your every word and trying not to stare. I must be a better actress than I thought or you are more oblivious. Either way, I am forced to love you from afar and hide my heart from prying eyes.

I just want you to know that there is one person who thinks you are perfect just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

Xoxo

Freddie's eyes wide in surprise as he rereads the letter, leaning back against his locker. The words haven't changed and there aren't any clues as to who might have written it. The paper is regular white copy paper and everything is typed out. He blushes at the thought of someone watching him while he works out, someone who thinks he's hot. Looking over at Carly, he suddenly wishes he knew who likes him. It would be nice not to be rejected for once.

Sam turns, her blonde curls falling across her eyes, and notices him looking their way. She smirks, pushing the locks away, and walks over to him with Carly following behind. Reaching him, she smirks and pulls some jerky out of her bag to munch on. "Sup, Fredweird"

"Nothing." Freddie quickly shoves the letter into his bag with some books before the girls notice it. The last thing he needs is another reason for Sam to rip on him. Carly would also get a little crazy thinking this might be her chance to get him interested in someone besides her.

"You guys ready to go? Spencer's waiting." Carly asks, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder.

"Yeah, sure." Freddie follows the girls out the door, not feeling so bad about the day anymore. In fact, he is so preoccupied with thoughts of the letter that he barely even notices Carly or remembers her rejection from earlier. The big question rolling around in his mind is who could possibly have written the letter.

So what did everyone think? Love it/Like it/Hate it? Should I continue?