Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or Beauty and The Bully by Andy Behrens.

This story is inspired by Beauty and The Bully. I was reading it and it reminded me of iCarly. If you read it, you'll probably know why. Anyway, please ignore this author's note and Read!

Carly Shay. To Freddie, she was like the most beautiful girl in the whole school. No scratch that, the most beautiful girl the whole world. She was smart, pretty and everything that Freddie thought he wanted. He fell in love with her during the first few seconds of their meeting. But to Carly, Freddie was almost invisible, if not non-existent. For some reason, it didn't bother him much. He told himself that the real reason he wasn't bothered is because she'll be his someday and there was no reason to worry about not getting her. Because they were destined to be together, like Romeo and Juliet. But maybe minus the dying part. They were too young to die.

He tried his best to get her to notice him, but their only interaction so far was when he waved at her stupidly when she was making a speech in front of the class. She had looked weirdly at him and he mentally kicked himself for looking like an idiot.

But it didn't stop him from trying. Freddie Benson was currently leaning against the lockers, waiting for the school bell to ring. He was near Carly's locker, and he planned to ask her out this Saturday. He had sneaked out of his class, just so that he can get to her before anyone else can. Plus, she'd be alone, which will come in handy just in case she rejects him. All his attempts to ask her out failed, mostly because when the time came, ten other guys will suddenly pop out of nowhere and ask her out. His only consolation is that she turned all of them down. Sometimes, it wasn't because of the other guys. Sometimes it was because he either chickened out or a certain blonde-headed demon had thwarted his carefully thought out plans. Speaking of blonde demons...

He felt someone tap his shoulder, and he jumped. He turned around, expecting an angry teacher to be staring down at him. But instead, he was greeted by a laughing blonde holding a marker in front of his face. Before he could react, she had drawn two curly lines above his mouth and shaded his chin. After a moment, she stepped back and observed her work. She looked thoughtfully at his face then scribbled the words 'I AM A NERD' on his cheek. She giggled at the sight of him, and then went off merrily to the cafeteria, as though Freddie had not comically grown a curly mustache and a crudely drawn beard.

Freddie just stood there, his mouth open. What the- did she just draw all over his face? He was still standing there, still trying to process what had happened. He couldn't ask Carly with a face like this! Why did she always have to ruin his chances at asking Carly out? He thought about making a quick detour to the bathroom to clean his face, but it was too late to do that now. He was so focused on thinking about his rant on her own evil views on entertainment that he didn't even hear the bell ring.

Kids were now coming down from the top of the stairs. He was about to run away when he saw Carly walking down the stairs. Boy, was she gorgeous. With every step she took, her brunette hair would sway from side to side. She walked like a princess too. Or at least that was what it looked like from Freddie's point of view. To a normal person who wasn't completely obsessed with the girl, Carly is just an ordinary girl walking normally down the stairs.

He was ogling shamelessly at her, and she didn't notice him until a group of boys started laughing and pointing at him. He hurried to the boy's bathroom, hoping that Carly didn't see him. He started scrubbing his face furiously with soap. Oh, he was so going to get her for this...

After 15 minutes of scrubbing, his face was finally ink-free, and a little red, too. He ignored it and just walked towards the cafeteria, giving up hope on asking Carly out for today. He scanned the room for her. She was sitting at the center of the room, surrounded by her admirers and friends. She was laughing at something her friend told her. Ah, yes, Freddie always liked it when she laughs. She was talking animatedly to the girl on her right and they both giggled. He noticed the seat on her left, the one the no one was sitting on. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be sitting there next to her.

Slowly and reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from her and he looked towards the corner of the room. It was much different from Carly's table. A mini food fight seemed to be commencing at the farthest table, and not surprisingly, he saw her throwing peanuts at the other table, as though taunting them to join in. He walked grudgingly towards her, fuming.

"Whoa, what happened to your face?" Gibby asked him, while he shielded himself from peanuts with his shirt. Freddie sat opposite him, setting down his bag on the floor.

"Sam drew on my face with a permanent marker." Freddie said darkly, and shot a glare towards the blonde who was sitting next to him. His glare went unnoticed, however, as Sam was currently engrossed in attacking Jonah with food.

Sam grabbed a handful after handful of peanuts from her large paper bag. She was quickly running out of peanuts. In a matter of seconds, she was left with only two pieces. Jonah, who was grinning at her, thinking he had won, was caught by surprised when she pushed the last two peanuts up his nostrils. He yelped in pain and pulled them out. "Well, that hurt." He said, admitting defeat for the fifth time in a row. He sat back down on his seat and noticed Freddie. "Oh, hi, Freddie." he greeted, pinching his nose to ease the pain. Freddie gave a small wave at him, before turning to look at Sam again.

She had stolen some of Jonah's lunch (as a 'prize' for winning the food fight) and now noticed him sitting next to her. She grinned at him when she saw that his face was red from all the scrubbing. He didn't return the smile.

"So… you asked her out, or what?" she said, with her mouth full, causing bits of rice to fly onto his face.

"No, I couldn't. Because someone thought it was funny to VANDALIZE MY FACE WITH A PERMANENT MARKER!" he said, angrily. He wiped away the goo that had flown on his face.

"It's your fault you were there so early near the cafeteria." She said indifferently, now taking one of Gibby's French Fries. "You know how Mama gets when it's nearly lunchtime."

"I was planning to ask her out while she was alone, because if she rejects me, I would have to—

"IF? Please, don't you mean when she rejects you?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Puckett?" he retorted angrily.

"What else do you think it means, Benson?" she replied.

Frustrated, he stood up and left. Sam threw the last of Jonah's lunch at his back, much to his chagrin. Sam found it funny how Freddie got all worked up. So, she couldn't resist one more jibe at him.

"Have fun making out with your imaginary girlfriend!"

Freddie stomped away from the cafeteria, still fuming about Sam. Honestly, he had no idea why he put up with her sometimes. She was one of the worst students of Ridgeway, and, according to her, the only class she was actually good at was detention. Yep, she was actually proud of her perfect attendance in Room 304. Freddie was mortified at first when he learned that she got detention, but he became used to it when she had 3 detentions in a row. She liked to harass people, mostly him, and she was obsessed with food. Anyone who stood in the way of her and her meat had no chance of leaving alive. Well, maybe except for him. He didn't quite understand it.

She teased and humiliated him the most out of everyone in the whole school, but she usually didn't hit him as hard as she hit others. It confused him, sometimes. And now, he felt like laughing. Because even if this will sound crazy, and trust me it is crazy, they were actually best friends. He didn't get it either.

Freddie Benson was a self-proclaimed tech geek, who always did well in school, in other words the 'model student', while Sam Puckett was the complete opposite of him. Sam hated school and had no interest in learning at all. He wasn't so sure about the tech geek part, though. He recently caught a glimpse of a book about video editing she had in her bag (one of the few ones she thought were light enough to carry). He didn't know it was real though, since he only saw it for a second before she slapped his face. They were complete opposites. But in a way, they sort of fit together. They balance each other out. Whenever Freddie was being too shy, Sam always tried to help him open up (but not in the way he wanted her to, but still) and whenever Sam got too rowdy, Freddie can always calm her down.

He heard a scream come from the cafeteria and he turned around to see that Sam had successfully started a food fight. Okay, so maybe he can't always calm her down. Just most of the time.

He started walking away, not willing to join in, for his mother would freak if she saw so much as a small stain on his shirt. He faintly heard a "Freddie, look out!" before he can turn around and ask why, he felt something hit the back of his head hard. He thought he heard it crack against his skull.

He heard someone running over to him.
"I told you to duck, Freddison." was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.

"Mrs. Swchab, is Frederly going to be alright?" said a female voice.

Silence.

"Who?"

A groan. "I meant Freddie. Freddie Benson."

"Oh him? He'll be okay." a sigh of relief. "Just wait for him to wake up, and you can go."

Footsteps becoming fainter and fainter.

"It's all your fault, Samantha! Why did you not stop that kid from throwing a porcelain mug at Freddie?" he heard another female voice say. Is that… Carly?

"Oh, can it, Sassy Shay. It's not my fault the nub didn't listen when I told him to duck."

"Don't hit her, Sam." Freddie mumbled. He repeated it again when there was no reply.

"He's saying your name." Carly observed, thinking he was sleep talking.

"What? No, he's not."

"Are you his girlfriend?"

The sound of water being spit out and choking was heard.

"Hell no. He's obsessed with someone else. Geez, don't you even notice the way practically stalks y-

Freddie let out a loud groan to stop Sam from speaking further. He opened his eyes.

"Freddster, you alright now?" Sam said, walking towards him, and stood awkwardly beside his bed.

Before he could answer her though, Carly had flung her arms around him. "Oh my gosh, are you alright Freddie? I'm so sorry, it was partly my fault, but I didn't know he was going to throw it and... and I was so scared, I thought you died!" Carly said, sitting beside him on the bed.

Freddie felt like the luckiest man in the world. Carly, Carly Shay, the girl of his dreams, was hugging him. Sure, she had only noticed his existence when he almost died, but he didn't care. His dreams were finally coming true. Or so he thought.

Carly moved to unhug him, and he blushed when he realized he was hugging her back a little too tightly. Clearing his throat, he looked around, expecting Sam to be smiling at him and giving him a thumbs up. But instead, she was staring disgustingly at them both, as though she just saw two slugs making out.

Ahh... of course. Sam thought he couldn't get Carly to notice him. She must be feeling angry at the fact he had proved her wrong. He grinned smugly at her and she rolled his eyes at him.

Carly didn't see their exchange, and she turned to face Sam.

"Do you always do things like this to him?" she said, putting both her hands on her hips. Sam didn't answer. Carly turned to look at me. "Well, does she!" she asked indignantly.

"Yes... yes she always does." Freddie blurted out.

Carly let out a huge gasp, while behind her, Sam had a look of pure disbelief. He tried to tell her through his eyes that he was acting. She didn't seem to get it though, and she just gave him a dirty look and walked away without another word. He immediately felt guilty using her to get to hang out with Carly. But all his guilt was temporarily forgotten by the happiness he felt when Carly bent over, and kissed him on the cheek.

Eew, Creddie. Don't worry, people, this IS a Seddie story. I'm just starting it with Creddie, but I'll definitely end it with Seddie.

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