This is my first real fanfic. I just got this idea, and I will continue the story if anybody likes it. Keep in mind the first chapter will be short. 12/4/13-Updated and added stuff so it would be less rushed.

I don't own iCarly

Chapter 1-iGet Out of Juvie and Get Some Bad News

I was in Juvie again. Seriously, why did the cop have to show up just as I was getting ready to run. Okay, okay, I get that stealing is illegal and wrong, blah, blah, blah, but I needed that ham. It just looked soooo good. And is it my fault they had 40lbs? No! But whatever. My mom was supposedly coming to bail me out in a few hours. A nap sounded good, so I curled up in the small cot and tried to sleep. I shifted around for a while before falling asleep.

"Puckett? Come on!" A cop shouted in my direction, and I slowly got up. The cop escorted me to my mom. I was extremely surprised she had even come. I was totally expecting her to forget and leave me in there for a month or so before she remembered that I existed. "Hey mom," I said warily. "C'mon Puckett!" She shouted at me, and she walked out the door muttering something about 'why can't she be more like Melanie?'. Ick. Princess Melanie. I mean, she washed her hair every day. Now I was muttering too, but more along the lines of 'Why do I have to have a perfect twin?' "Oh, and Melanie's coming." My mother informed me. Melanie? Am I cursed or something? I grumbled as I got into the car.

"Quiet, Puckett! Be grateful I bailed you out of Juvie! I could have left you in there!" I really wanted to reply with some sarcastic remark, but my mom looked really angry and I didn't want to die in a car crash because she let go of the wheel to try and kill me. She dropped me off at Carly's apartment, just to get rid of me I think, and I quickly made my way to the elevator, ignoring Lewbert's "Arrrrgggghhh!".

"Hi Sam!" Carly greeted me as I walked in her door. "Hey, Carls." I said, walking to the refrigerator to raid it. I was still grumpy that Melanie was coming, but a couple bites of fried chicken cheered me right up. Carly was watching me. "Something's wrong." She noted. " Yeah," I sighed. "Melanie's coming." "Cool!" Carly exclaimed, then when she saw my expression added, "you know I like your sister. She's cool." "Bu-but she always has clean hair," I sputtered, "and fancy clothes and a she goes to a private boarding school!" "I know. I think it's cool." Carly replied with a shrug. "Wow," I marveled. "How are we best friends?"

"Don't know. Look, can I stay at your house while Melanie's here?"

"No! Remember last time?"

"Please?" I pleaded. "I won't be any trouble. I'll sleep on the floor if I have to, and I'll-" Carly cut me off.

"No. You need to stay at your house with your sister. I don't care if you have to share a room. Now get out of here and go home to clean your room!"

"Fine, but you're coming with me!" I shouted, dragging Carly out the door.

"Wha-oh, whatever."

We caught a Taxi to my house, and I discovered I had no money so Carly had to pay for it. We then began the task of cleaning my room. You see, Melanie was supposed to sleep on the Blow-up bed we had in my room. Carly did most of the work while I sat on the bed ad texted Freddie that he was a nub, dork, idiot, stupid, and many other things before I posted his embarresing baby pictures on the web. Don't ask me where I got them. I have my ways.

"Sam, help! And stop torturing Freddie!"

"Fine, slave master."

I surveyed my room. It looked pretty good if I do say so myself. Almost made me want to clean it more often. Almost being the key word. I had thrown the clothes on the floor, out the door where Carly insisted on carrying them to the hamper. While she was gone I shoved all the stuff on the floor into the closet and closed it. Carly made the bed-ug, I hate sleeping in a made bed-and opened the closet. I groaned in defeat, and slowly piled some of the smaller stuff on the shelves. Carly put the rest away in who knows where-I have a really small room. Carly then made me promise to not run away before Melanie got there-She bribed me with ham-and left, leaving me to chew on a couple of bones she found under my bed. I sighed. This was going to be a looonge week.

So, tell me if you loved it or hated it. Either works.