A/N: I don't own iCarly. I want to apologize to any of you who were reading Back to You. I decided to delete it, because no matter what I did, it just wasn't coming out the way I hoped it was going to. This story is going to be similar, with a few twists and turns. I'm planning on making this a long story, and I hope that I don't bore anyone.
Chapter 1
Senior Year Begins
FPOV
Everything had happened so fast. One day I was a nerdy little 8th grade tech boy, living life day to day, in love with Carly Shay, wondering when my next beating would come from Sam Puckett. It was a lot to deal with. When we started doing iCarly, I was a Mama's Boy, who's only friends were my computer and video camera. Now, four years later, my first day of senior year would be starting soon, along with my now best friends, Carly and Sam. A lot had changed sincee 8th grade. The three of us had been through a lot together over the past few years. We had really grown up. Well, Carly and I had. Sam was still her usual obnoxious self, hell bent on making my life miserable, and making sure I was aware that Carly still didn't love me. Still, I knew that over the years, even she had come to consider me a friend, or at the very least, tolerate my 'nerd-like tendencies and nubby personality'.
It was a clammy day on August 31st. Our last day of freedom before school started. We were sitting in the iCarly studio, sprawled out on the floor in our beanbag chairs. It was sticky in the studio, even with the multiple fans set to high. The air conditioning in Bushwell Plaza wasn't exactly the most reliable thing in the world. It didn't help that Lewbert the doorman, was more concerned about the hairs on his enormous wart than the comfort of the tennants in his building. I was starting to wish that we still had the illegal nuclear generator that Cal had built for us before we knew he was a fugitive. That could really get the fans going.
At this point, we had been sitting in the studio for about five hours. We had considered a trip to Groovy Smoothie, but that would have meant leaving the apartment and walking down the block in the hundred degree heat. It hadn't rained in more than a week, which is a very long time for Seattle. We had experimented the day before, frying an egg on the sidewalk, and it had actually worked. Sam ate it with some ham a few minutes after, which didn't surprise us at all. Speaking of the blonde devil, she was looking at me with a sinister look in her eyes, holding a tennis racket in her hand. The first thing that ran through my mind, was to wonder where in the world Sam had gotten her hands on a tennis racket. The second thing was that I had to get out of there before she took her boredom out on my face. I pulled myself up off the beanbag, which was uncomfortably stuck to me, and started to back up, stuttering a little bit.
"Uh, I'll see you guys tomorrow...I, I forgot about a tick bath my mom has scheduled." Carly looked up from the magazine she was reading, saw the look on my face, the tennis racket in Sam's hand, and just shook her head.
"Good choice, Fredweirdo." Sam was looking at me with her patented smirk on her face, and her blue eyes had that sparkle to them, which I had come to know would involve some kind of physical or emotional pain to me.
"Make sure you don't leave for school without us tomorrow," Carly added, and I nodded once, turned around and went out the door. As soon as I was out of sight, I began to run, knowing that Sam might change her mind and come after me. I hurried down the stairs, and jumped down the last few, drawing a weird look from Spencer, Carly's older brother. He was working on something for his latest sculpture, and was somehow planning on making something out of old unravelled cassette tapes.
"Sam?" He knew her reputation, and the way he treated me, as well as Carly and I did.
"Is it ever anything else? She's got a tennis racket, so you may want to surrender your ham if she comes down here." That got a laugh out of Spencer, even though he knew I wasn't kidding.
It was only 5 o'clock, and I was kind of bummed about leaving the girls so early. It was all Sam's fault. She was sleeping over Carly's that night, a ritual they had been doing since we were freshmen. I knew that if I stayed in the apartment for too long, Mom would follow through with the tick bath I had made up. I managed to get to my room without my mom seeing me, so at least I was safe for a little bit. Then, more dissapointment came when dinner rolled around, and I realized that I was supposed to be having dinner at Carly's. Spencer had promised us back to school Spaghetti Tacos. And now, because of the psycho girl I called my 'friend,' I would be stuck eating fat free lasagna with a spoon, with my crazy mother. I hoped this wasn't a bad omen for the way my senior year of high school was going to turn out.
SPOV
"Sam, was the tennis racket really necessary?" Carly and I are sitting on her bed, and she had to ruin my good mood and bring up the nub across the hall. There had been Spaghetti Tacos, some ham afterwards, and most importantly, no sign of Freddork, king of the nubs. I was so pleased with myself for scaring him so much that he hadn't even come back for dinner like he was supposed to. I had to admit, I did feel the tiniest bit of guilt that he was stuck in his house with that crazy mother of his. If there was one thing I could bear giving the nub credit for, it was dealing with that lunatic he lived with. She was always giving him tick baths, and taking him to stupid mother-son classes. I mean, seriously, who makes you eat lasagna with a spoon? Mrs. Marisa Benson, that's who. But enough of that. People might think I actually have a heart.
"Come on, Carls, I was bored. You know I live to torture Freddork. There's nothing else that brightens my day more then seeing him miserable. Especially knowing I made him feel that way." I couldn't help but laugh at the mental images I was getting of the things I had done to Freddie. There was the cell phone that ended up in Cambodia, the constant reminder that Carly would never love him, I was proud of myself for all the ways I had managed to annoy him over the years.
"I know you do, but do you really think he deserves all of the things you do to him? We always eat together the night before school starts. Now he's too scared to even come back here."
"Carls, the nub is tough enough to deal with himself. You're not going to win this argument." I flop back on her bed, and once again she just rolls her eyes at me, and shakes her head, before flopping down next to me.
She pulls the chain on her lamp, and the room is plunged into darkness. I lay there on my back, and I start to think. I think about how it's weird that senior year is here already, I think about how I'm scared about applying to college, and then, out of nowhere, Freddifer's face pops into my head. By now, I can hear Carly's deep even breathing, and I know she's asleep, but if she wasn't, I was sure I would have made a weird noise. Why am I thinking about Freddie? He's the biggest nub in the world, he's a Mama's Boy, and it's my job to make his life miserable. Sure I feel bad sometimes, but then I remember how truly nerdy he is, and my mind thinks of another thing to make fun of him for. It's an automatic reaction for me, he just always seems to be the target.
Light streams in through Carly's window, and throws beams onto the bed where Carly and Sam are sleeping. Carly's eyes flutter, and she struggles to keep them closed, until finally, her PearPod starts playing music, signalling her that it's time to drag herself out of bed. Then she remembers that it's up to her to wake the sleeping demon next to her. Waking Sam up is like trying to solve world hunger, or stop the wars going on in the world. There's no easy way to do it. Carly knows that Sam doesn't take very long to get ready, and they already have their outfits picked out. It's a tradition at Ridgeway High School that seniors make t-shirts to wear.
Carly, Sam and Freddie had made theirs together, naturally, and they were very fitting to their personalities. All three of them had started out with plain white t-shirts. By the end of that summer day, there was more paint and glitter glue on the three friends then on their shirts. The only similarity was that all three shirts said 'Seniors' on the front, and their respective last names on the back. Carly's had a lot of pink glitter glue on it, and a huge iCarly logo on the back that Spencer had outlined for her. Sam's had hastily drawn pictures of all her favorite foods on the front, and on the back, under her last name, she had written 'Freddie is a Nub.' He hadn't found that very amusing, but had managed to get over it. His shirt was a lot simpler than the girls. He had spray painted striped of blue on it, which earned him an eye roll from Sam, and a lecture about how much she hated stripes. When he had run downstairs to get Peppy Cola's for the three of them, she had written 'Mama's Boy' on the back. This had caused another fight between the two of them, which had ended with Freddie storming out with an entire bottle of purple glitter glue in his hair.
Carly took a shower, and did her hair before she even bothered to wake Sam up. Freddie was supposed to meet them at 7:15. At 6:45, Carly took a deep breath and grabbed Sam's shoulders and started shaking. She managed to dodge Sam's arm as it flew up to no doubt smack her. Five minutes later, Carly was proud to say that Sam was up, and she only had one little scratch on her arm to prove it. Sam was in the shower, and Carly had finished getting dressed. Sam was in a somewhat better mood when she came back to Carly's room, and the two of them headed down the stairs to find themselves victim to a paparazzi assault by Spencer.
"Spencer, there better be some ham or bacon or other random pork product in the kitchen if you're using the flash on the camera this early in the morning." Sam was clearly in a worse mood than she looked, but her statement only made Spencer laugh. In fact there was bacon in a frying pan on the stove, along with french toast and eggs. Sam and Carly sat down in the kitchen, and Spencer started to dish out food for them, making sure that he gave Sam a little extra bacon, if only in an attempt to keep her under control. They heard a knock on the door, and after a second, it swung open, and Freddie walked in. Carly yelled hi to him without looking up, but as he walked closer to the kitchen, Sam looked up at him, and almost choked on her bacon, sputtering loudly. Carly wasn't sure what was going on, but she patted Sam on the back, making sure that she could still breathe. Carly looked up at Freddie then, and realized what had almost killed Sam. Freddie had ripped the sleeves off his t-shirt, and there were muscles in his arms that Carly was pretty sure had never been there. The two girls just stared at their friend, and Freddie stared right back at them, with a confused look on his face.
"Fredwardo! Nice guns, dude!" Spencer slapped Freddie on the back, and started to dish out food for him.
Freddie still hadn't said anything, and finally Sam and Carly managed to break out of the trances they had been in. The four of them ate their breakfast, until it was finally time to go. Their last first day of school. Spencer had to document this, and took out his camera, to a chorus of groans from the trio. He forced them to pose for a picture by the front door. Freddie had been in the middle, but Sam elbowed him until he finally moved to the other side of Carly, away from the fiesty blonde. After a few pictures, they finally escaped out the front door, and from there, they went to school.
Sorry it's so long, I kind of got carried away during this Chapter! This chapter is half prologue, half introduction, I'm not really sure to call it, but I felt like I needed to set a groundwork before I got into the juicy drama. R&R if you wanna =)
