Hello peoples, this is going to be my first iCarly fic so be gentle with the reviews. I was just sitting in school while reading the book Twilight for what felt like the fifth time this month and when I read Edward I kept think Fredward and I would keep laughing until I was slapped in the face but a story idea (This happens frequently)so here it is…

I do NOT own iCarly or Twlight

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iTwilight

Chapter One: At Home Reading

"Okay class I'm going to call you up one by one to give you a book to use for your at-home-reading report so while I do so please study silently for your recitations." Mrs. Camberson said as she pursed her lips into her classic scowl-pout looking expression. She always looked angry about something or at someone, mainly because she's been through more husbands than I have been through packs of ham and that's a lot. "Let's start with Jeannette Aambros."

I rolled my eyes as Jeannette quickly sprung from her seat like she had been sitting on a hot iron. She shuffled in a twitchy manner towards Mrs. Camberson who was standing by the bookcase, looking over the brim of her glasses as she scrutinized every student with her creepy pitch black eyes. They resembled the eyes of one of those dolls from a horror movie. Jeannette stood before her with her fingers constantly fiddling with the hem of her shirt and her expression was anxious.

Jeannette wasn't always like this; at the beginning of freshman year, last year she had been like every other girl, but nearly two months after school started she had always been jumpy. Maybe it was because I put a clown in her locker on Halloween and she is deathly afraid of clowns. I smirked at the memory; that was a very productive Halloween. I had surpassed my pranking record that year.

"Charles Anderson." Mrs. Camberson said pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose as Jeannette shuffled away from the book case with a very thick book in her hands. Mrs. Camberson was one of the toughest Sophomore English teachers in Glennwood High which meant she made her assignments as challenging as possible. It was no surprise that she gave out books thicker than my mattress for students to read on their own time. How I got cursed with her as my English teacher while Carly had the hot new teacher Mr. Malcolm was beyond me.

"Freddie Benson."

Oh yea, Freddie had to suffer along with me, but he could handle the work because he was Freddie; he had nothing better to do with his life…besides iCarly. I glanced up as he passed my desk to head over to Mrs. Camberson. I tilted my head to the side, using my straight blonde hair as a veil to hide the fact that I was observing him. It was currently the middle of winter and ever since I entered high school I would straighten my hair during the winter and fall. It was nearly impossible to keep my hair from springing up in its natural curls in the summer.

Freddie shoved his hands into his pockets as Mrs. Camberson went on the hunt for a book appropriate for a student as good as him, which meant she would be looking for the most complicated book she could put her hands on. She hated Freddie because he was one of her best students; I found this a tad ironic.

He may be good in academics and getting his work in on time but he certainly didn't have my creativity and amazing writing skills. Nobody knows this, but I plan on being a writer once I leave this dump. I know I'm gonna major in English and Journalism once college becomes a main priority to me.

Freddie put on his nonchalant face that usually consisted of a half smile while he stood lazily with his eyes half closed. It may seem weird that I was able to recognize and identify these small aspects but I don't really care. Mrs. Camberson handed him a hard cover book that was about the size of two phone books put together and I chuckled at how unlucky he was.

His half smile curved up into a smirk at this point; he was expecting that just as much as I was. He smirked on a regular basis now and for the record it was way more appealing than that stupid boyish grin he had in middle school; he would grin that way mainly around Carly because of his infatuation with her. It was a good thing he grew out of it…a few days after we had shared our first kiss together. We had promised things would be the same and we'd hate each other, but that was simply impossible at that point.

Things couldn't go back to the way they were, but thank the big man upstairs that things didn't get awkward; it seemed like the exact opposite. After the entire thing I felt more comfortable around the tech nerd, but that didn't stop me from picking on him every now and then. I wouldn't be Sam if I didn't do so.

"Look how lucky I am Sammy." Freddie sighed as he came up in front of my desk. I nearly jumped at his sudden appearance, nearly. I must have been lost in thought for a good five minutes. I grinned up at him and shrugged. Yea, the nickname I can't explain. He's been callin me that since the beginning of last summer and I didn't mind.

"Oh yea, its obvious Mrs. Camberson loves you." I said sarcastically as I tilted my head to the side once again letting my bang fall over one eye. Freddie chuckled lightly as he dropped the book on my desk, making a loud thud that made some of the students jump in their seats.

"I wonder what she has waiting for her worst student ever." He pondered giving me an all knowing smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him and was about to retort when someone cleared their throat behind me. My smile faded as did Freddie's as I looked over my shoulder to see Mrs. Camberson giving me her classic pursed lip pout.

"Um…" I trailed off. She rolled her eyes at me and resisted the urge to make a face at her. Teachers like her got on my nerves on a regular basis. Maybe if she acted like a human I wouldn't do so horribly in her class.

"I believe it's time for you to get your book." She said in a mock kind tone. Freddie made his way away from my desk as I slowly stood to my feet and followed Mrs. Camberson towards the bookcase.

"Oh joy." I said dryly as I crossed my arms over my chest. Mrs. Camberson gave me a glare over her shoulder and I gave her a fake smile in return. I understood she hated me but she wasn't on my best friend list either.

She went looking for my book and I let my attention drift elsewhere while I played with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. It was my favorite one that said Finding Emo on the front with an emo looking version of Nemo. I loved that movie. My eyes wandered over to Jeannette who was twitching at the moment. I couldn't help but chuckle. My eyes moved away from her and onto Freddie who was scanning over the first page of his book with an incredulous look.

He glanced up at me and shook his head while mouthing the words "what the hell". I smiled half way and shrugged and he shook his head again before returning his gaze to the book. It was amazing how we were able to share these small moments and for some reason that was beyond me…I was happy that we did. Ugh I'm an idiot.

"Here you go Ms. Puckett; this book should satisfy your dark creativity." She said handing me a dark paperback book. On the cover was a pair of sickly pale hands holding a perfectly round apple. I read the title and glanced up at Mrs. Camberson. The book was rather thick but luckily not as big as the other choices she had to give me.

"Twilight…?" I trailed off. My confusion made it sound like a question and Mrs. Camberson gave me a dry smile before going back to her roster to call up the next person.

"Judy Rodgers." She dead panned ignoring the fact that I was still standing there. I rolled my eyes before heading back to my desk just as Jail bird Judy was going up to receive her book. You don't even wanna know how she got that name.

I took the long way back to my seat, going around a bunch of others instead of cutting through. Taking the longer way meant I would pass by Freddie's desk and Jeannette's. I smiled at her sweetly and she convulsed at the site of me. I mentally chuckled as I came up to Freddie's desk.

"So what's your book about?" I asked leaning over him to glance at his book. I was surprised to see part of it in either Italian of Spanish, I really couldn't tell. I quirked an eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

"Yea I know." He muttered snapping the book shut. I couldn't help but laugh lightly at his aggravation. Seeing him in distress was like candy to me. "What book did you get?"

I smirked as I dropped the book on his desk next to his. In comparison to his, mine was like a Doctor Seuss book. My laughter grew a bit louder as his frown deepened. It pays to be a bad student in this class. In any other class this wouldn't fly.

"What's it about?" He said flipping it over so he could read the back. There wasn't much of a description, just some random dramatic quote and a bunch of reviews saying just how great this book is. "Oh this is that Twilight book that everybody under the sun has been going crazy about. I heard it's pretty good."

"It better be or I'm not opening it more than once." I muttered as I made my way to my seat. This time I was paying attention to what Mrs. Camberson was doing and she was trying to find a book for the last person on her roster. I plopped down into my seat just as the last student made their way to his own and Mrs. Camberson made her way to the front of the class.

"Okay now let's get to work on those essays." Mrs. Camberson said in an excited tone. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head in the palm of my hand as I opened Twilight. I sighed as I read the first page and Mrs. Camberson's voice became distant in my mind. All that I could focus on right now was a girl from Phoenix named Bella Swan.

I hope that was I good first chapter and I really hope I didn't make any of the characters too OOC. I hate when I do that but it can't be helped sometimes. To all you people who like Twilight this story should do you some good…to those of you who don't but read it anyway to see this, you're kewl. Now do watcha gotta do and Pweez review.

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