Hey, guys. I hate to admit, but I love iCarly…

I own nothing having to do with iCarly, blah blah blah…

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I walk into the new school to start the new school year in Seattle. I twist the numbers on the combination lock to open the suckish locker on the bottom row. "Bye, Carly!" I then hear a huge crash and feel legs on my back. "I…am so sorry!" I look over to see a really cute guy (The stuff of fairy tales, I suppose). I feel my cheeks turn red as he pulls his legs from my back. "Hi. I…don't think I've seen you around before. Your first year?"

"Yeah, I'm in ninth grade. My name's Brooke Hayes."

"I'm in ninth, too. I'm Freddie Benson. Where did you come from?"

"My…mother's vagina, where else?"

"No, I meant…where did you move from? Your accent is definitely not west coast." I nod.

"Boston, Massachusetts. I actually dated a guy named Freddy until about a week before moving here."

"I'm sorry it ended."

"Yeah, we were dating for about a year. Oh, before I forget! Can you tell me how to get to room 308?"

"Oh, sure. I go there next, so I'll just take you!" I nod. "Well, no time like the present." I chuckle and close my locker. "Is that your natural hair color?" He asks. I hear him gulp hard and chuckle.

"Yes, because bleach blonde and electric blue are totally natural hair colors." He chuckles nervously.

"Wh-why did you choose th-those colors?" I shrug.

"Why not?" I pause. "You're not, like, against individuality, are you?" He shakes his head. "Well, individuality isn't profoundly individual anymore."

"I…totally agree." He says nervously. I stop him.

"Freddie! Calm down! I should be the nervous one! It's my first day, not yours. Please try to remain calm and just…go with the flow." I put my hand on his shoulder. "You're gonna make it, I swear!" I laugh as I grab the buckle and strap that runs across my sternum. I walk up the rest of the stairs with Freddie following after a deep breath. "So, Freddie…what're your hobbies?"

"I work on the technical aspects of iCarly."

"What's that?"

"Uh…did they not have Internet in Boston?"

"Yeah, we do." I pause. "Our main concerns on the Internet were MySpace/Facebook, YouTube, and for me, Quizilla." He nods.

"Well, it's a…semi-famous web show that me and my friends put together. There's live casts every two days at five pm."

"I'll have to check that out sometime." We enter the classroom.

"Oh, you must be Brooke!" The teacher says happily. I nod.

"Yup, that's me. The Brookster."

"Fredd-ay!" I hear yelled beside me. "Who's this?"

"Oh, Sam…this is Brooke."

"Hey, Brooke. I'm Sam-antha. You can call me Sam."

"You can call me Brooke, Brookie, or The Brookster. Whatever tickles your fancy at the moment." Freddie whispers something to Sam with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, great…Watch out, Brookie. Nerd zone ahead." I chuckle.

"Freddie, isn't the desk in front of you free? Brooke you can sit there."

"Thanks." I wait for Freddie to sit and I follow. I turn sideways to get a better view of the class (We're on the wall). "Hey, you've got to meet Carly today." I nod.

"Sure, I'll bite."