Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly!

Seven Hundred Fifty Hours

Chapter One:

Nerd Shakes the World of Sam

Samantha Puckett

I am known by everyone as the rebel, the bad girl. I cause havoc and trouble amongst my fellow peers and get minimal punishments by my parents, but now, they've gone too far...

"Samantha Puckett!"

I groaned, she was going to lecture me again today, or make me do the dishes, I could feel it.

"Yes, mother?"

"You have been offensively rowdy this past month, and your father and I have decided to take away some of your privileges!"

I gave her a pout, but inwardly, I scoffed. What could they possibly take that was as drastic as not letting me have ham like they did last year?

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters, no ham," UGH! "and you will not be allowed to sleep over at Carly's house, both for the next month."

I cried out, "But what about iCarly!?"

She gave me her "were-you-even-listening?" look.

"I said no sleeping over, and there's one more thing."

I yanked at my blonde hair as I complained to my mother, "What else could you POSSIBLY take away?"

"Your father and I feel that you should not be allowed to be left alone in the house-remember when you left the stove on and almost burnt the house down? Just until you learn to be a responsible young lady."

"Fine, so you and dad will be here everyday to greet me or something?" Psh. Easy as ham.

"Well...no, actually. We've decided to get you..."

Some guy stepped into my room, announcing his presence quite loudly though he seemed to be trying to keep himself together while in the same room as me.

"We're going to have so much," he paused to choke down his spit. Ew. "fun!"

Oh my god.

"a babysitter."

WHAT!?

--

Fredward Benson

Today, there was a knock on the door.

My heart pounded in my chest as my mother opened it, oh please be Carly asking for a date, please!

But no, it was some blonde guy who was holding up a flier in front of my mother's face. Probably some guy trying to sell something.

I snuck closer to see what the conversation was about.

"...so, it's Monday through Friday, from 5pm to 10pm, and if your son has to get any work done, it can be done at the house."

"And what is the pay?"

"We have a set price of five dollars an hour."

"Oh, wonderful! Freddie will love this."

The man gave a big grin as my mother bid him farewell and shut the door.

"Fredward!" She called out for me.

Startled, I jumped from my hiding place. "Yes, mother?"

"That man at the door offered you a job!"

"What?"

"A babysitting job, Fredward. Oh, you'll love it!" She clutched her heart.

"But mom, I don't want a job! Especially a babysitting job." I whined.

"Fredward. You are sixteen years old already, it's time you learned the value of a dollar!"

Ugh. "Fine, mother. I'll do it."

"Splendid! Your friend will be very happy to hear about this." She replied, and then off she went to la-la land to call that guy about the babysitting job.

I sat in my computer chair a couple hours after this whole thing occurred, and thought to myself.

Wait. What did she mean "my friend" would be very happy to hear this?

I got up and left my room, tip-toeing past my mother's in order to get to the kitchen and pick up the flier that blonde man had left for us.

I stared hard at the phone number.

This phone number looked familiar.

My eyes widened, 'THIS IS SAM'S PHONE NUMBER!'

--

No way. No how. It couldn't possibly be Sam. She must have a baby cousin or neice or nephew or something that needs to be babysat. It couldn't be her, no, no, no.

I check the "name of child" section and my heart stops.

Samantha Puckett.

No, no, mom, why me?

--

Day 1: Monday

I am not looking forward to after school.

My parents told me they had found me a sitter, and he was a boy, and he was my age. Joy. Being babysat by someone who's "responsible enough to take care of themselves" sure sounds like fun! Ugh.

It's points like this in my life where I wish I hadn't set something on fire.

--

Freddie's acting weird today. And I don't mean nerdy-weird, I mean like, he seriously just walked into a wall and I didn't have to push him-weird.

He's been staring at me a lot, and I don't like it.

In third period, he sits next to me, so for the whole class he just stared at me without blinking with this look of utter horror in his eyes.

So I knocked him over in his chair.

Whoops, sorry new babysitter. Looks like I'll be a little late in meeting you today.

Because I have detention!

I smirked widely when a frightened Gibby scooted a couple feet away from my desk.

Life is good.

--

At five o'clock I got home to an empty house. Ha! I win. The babysitter must've gotten tired of sitting here for two hours and went home. Sucker.

The doorbell rang and I walked (slowly) to the door, swinging it open.

There, on my doorstep, was the dork.

"Whaddia want, nerd?" I asked politely, leaning on the doorknob.

"U-um, I- I-I'm here f-f-f-for,"

I glared at him, "Spit it out, moron!"

"I'M YOUR NEW BABYSITTER!" He shouted with fear clearly evident in his voice.

My jaw dropped when he announced his purpose for being at my house.

"WHAT?"

A/N: I edited it a bit to fix the spelling and grammar errors, so have no fear, the storyline is the same!

R&R my lovers.