This is just a prologue/ setting up the relationships.

This is my first iCarly FF so please leave me some love after you read. It would mean alot :)

She stood in the hall, studying her locker on a cold Tuesday morning. Of course, in Seattle, cold was no real change from the usual. A few minutes before, she had been on her way to get a drink from the water fountain, (Okay, she was searching locker 293 for the wallet that was often waiting for her, but it's the same thing) when she noticed something different about her slate blue locker.

Maybe it was the bottom was a little jammed? Nah, it's been like that ever since The Food Fight last year. (All those strange meats whipping past her hair were like a dream come true as she plucked each one out of thin air and stuffed them in her greedy mouth.) A piece of stale toast with coconut jelly had hit her locker smack in the face and had left it dented like that. Hey, everyone always said never to trust the "Daily Special" from the lunch ladies from coconut jelly hell.

Surely it was that the paint was scratched? Nope. That was from when she forgot her combo after winter break. Since she didn't want to burden the janitor (Because she was just that kind and thoughtful . . .) she just used the pick axe she carried in her backpack everywhere. Turns out, she had the combo on a sheet of paper in her backpack, just as she was beginning to hack away at the lock. Whoopsies.

Well her mind was out of ideas. But knowing the people that know her, only someone stupid as a drunk camel would break into her locker. The only worse thing then that would be if they stole her ham.

Mmm . . . she could go for some ham right about now. Yeah. The thought of the scrumptious piece of dark pink meat on her plate made her quite ravenous. Ravenous . . . Chiz, she had been hanging out with the Dorkwad too much. Now it was using words like 'ravenous' and next thing you know, she'd being going to Galaxy Wars conventions dressed as Princess Xen-lia, the only daughter of Emperor Huyt.

Oh cheesy bacon, this was worse than she thought.

Sam Puckett had her head stuck in the Fridge de Shay. Her blue eyes scanned the rows but her face wrinkled into a scowl as she saw not a single slice of dead animal. Not even a hot dog. Her stomach groaned and mumbled. "Shhh. You're gonna wake up Carly." She scolded it.

It was still early in the morning, like ten o'clock. Yeah, it was weird she was up hours before any sane teenager but when Sam had a craving, she had a craving. Nothing can stop her when her stomach was a growling. Even two locks and the one chain on Carly's door.

Sam looked again just to make sure this wasn't some cruel nightmare, that if she closed her eyes real tight, the delicious ham would return to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them, filled with hope until they fell upon the vegetarian shelves.

Fiddlesticks.

Sam started to sigh but stopped when she heard footsteps. "Carly?"

"Sam? What are you doing here?" But it wasn't Carly that responded to her. It was a slightly taller, slightly more annoying, and slightly nerdier teenage boy.

"Well, I could ask you the same question, Fredward. Pretty early to be here, eh?"

Freddie rolled his eyes. "One, it's almost lunchtime, so not really."

"If it was lunch, there would be food in my mouth." Sam replied, opening her mouth to show that, yes, there was a lack of food on her tongue.

"Two, I asked you first. So, spill it." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, laptop in his hands.

"I thought I was here to eat some ham, but either I am on a hidden camera show and this is a practical joke, or there are some seriously sick people living upstairs. Guess what was in the fridge when I opened it? Go on, guess."

Freddie came around and sat on the couch in the front room. "Not ham?"

Sam threw her arms up in the air and cried, "Exactly," before she collapsed on the other side of the couch and propped her feet on Freddie's knees, "How insane is that? Nada."

Freddie pushed her legs off of himself and they made faces at each other just as Carly came down the stairs. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and was halfway down when she abruptly stopped and noticed her two best friends were in her house.

"Oh my god, people." She jumped a little. "How did you guys get in?"

Freddie visibly straightened and ignored Sam at the sight of Carly. "Spencer let me in."

Sam turned so she was facing Carly. "I let myself in."

Carly chuckled and shook her head, "I remember when that used to bother me"

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The bell rang, sending Carly to her second period. Sam, however, was still hanging by her locker; she had more important things to do then go to 'classes' and 'learn'. Psht. School was for nerds. School was for Freddweird.

At the moment, the important thing was inspecting her locker and once and for all finding out what was up with it. Her fingers found the lock and she quickly spun her combo. 12-28-4. Click. She blowed a blond curl out of her face and opened it.

A small slip of paper fluttered to the ground and landed at her toes. She muttered under her breath. If this was another notice from Ted or a prank, she was gonna . . .

Her thoughts stopped as she read the note scrawled on it. Then reread it. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she made sure she was reading what she thought she was reading.

Apparently, she had a secret admirer.

Oh, my gosh! who is it? Hint: its not who you are expecting. (well, sorta)

I love you guys! :D

sorry that was random, lol.