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Do you know what it's like to be totally in love with your best friend, and not be able to say anything at all?

Welcome to my life.

At first, I laughed at the thought of it. Me? Like her? That's crazy! Insane!

Just like her.

It didn't always used to be that way though. It sort of...snuck up on me.

Like she does.

"Guys! I have a crazy idea, but, I think it'll be fun!" Fourteen year old Carly Shay lay on her bed in her apartment in Seattle. She had her two best friends, Samantha "Sam" Puckett (But don't ever call her that-strictly Sam. I found out the hard way) and me, Fredward "Freddie" Benson.

We have been friends since the second grade. I have lived across the hall from Carly since we were both little, so we had somewhat known each other. Bus rides to school, a friendly wave from across the playground, but not much else. Plus my mom was way to worried about her "dangerous" older brother, Spencer, to let me go over there and play. And she couldn't come to my house without receiving the full "clean up" treatment. Flea bath, tick treatment, lice inspection, ear cleaning, rubber gloves, face mask; the list goes on indefinitely. In second grade, we FINALLY were in class together! Mrs. Stanczyk was our teacher and was slightly eccentric, but we all loved her for it. She loved the TV show Orville the Ostrich and the Latino singer Jaime Pena. She also had a bathtub in the corner of the room where students could read, and at 10:10 every day, we would stand on our desks and dance for a full minute!

I was extremely excited to meet my new classmates, and immediately started looking around the room. My eyes fell on Carly, and she smiled at me. I could feel my cheeks flame up, even at the age of eight. I cheesily grinned back, then got up to greet her on the other side of the room. As I tried to go towards her, I tripped over something and as Carly's face disappeared, the carpeted floor grew closer, until I finally hit it with a thud. As Mrs. Stanczyk rushed towards me to help me up, I looked to my right to see I had fallen over, and saw a small sneaker with a very vibrant blue sock sticking up. I followed the foot to the face, and saw a girl with very curly blonde hair laughing and pointing at me.

"Young lady, that was not nice! You apologize to that boy for what you've done." Mrs. Stanczyk harshly told the blonde. She then walked to her desk to start roll call. The blonde kept giggling.

"You're funny when you fall! What's your name dork?" she giggled.

"Fredward Benson?" Mrs. Stanczyk called. I raised my hand and called out a modest "Here." while rubbing my knee with my other hand. I was sitting with my knees hugged to my chest, looking around for Carly, who had now moved to the front of the room in order to listen intently to the teacher.

The blonde began to laugh harder. "Fredward? Oh man, that's hilarious!" she roared with laughter and fell on her back.

"It's Freddie..." I pouted and silently got mad at my mom for giving me an unusual take on two names.

"Samantha? Samantha Puckett?"

"It's Sam! Not Samantha!" the blonde stood to her feet suddenly, seeming extremely angry.

"Sit down Ms. Puckett. Please." Mrs. Stanczyk instructed and continued with roll call.

I smirked at the blonde. "Samantha, is it?" She whipped her head in my direction, with a fire gleaming in her eyes. Suddenly I saw nothing but a fist flying towards my body. It was over just as fast as it had began, but the pain was just starting. My upper right arm was throbbing. I brought my left hand to my arm and started rubbing it. "Ow..."

"Never call me that again. It's Sam. Just Sam."

I had learned my lesson. I took one last look at the crazy blonde, Sam, who had moved on to targeting the boy next to her for his beef jerky. I looked for Carly, who had turned my way. She motioned for me to come sit next to her, and I did.

"Okay class, you now have some time to get to know each other in the class, while I enter the attendance!" Mrs. Stanczyk told us.

"I saw you talking to Sam! Isn't she awesome? We had first grade together last year. She always eats my sandwiches though. But that's okay, cuz my lunch is full of other great things. Like fruit!" Carly exclaimed excitedly. "I'm happy we're in the same class! We usually only get to talk on the bus, but now we'll have free time to talk in class, whenever Mrs. Stanczyk tells us we can!"

Sam bounded towards us and plopped down in between Carly and myself, much to my dismay.

"Hey Carly! I just met Freddie. He's weird." she spoke between bites of the beef jerky she had forcefully taken. Carly laughed.

"I think he's nice! We should all play together outside at recess!" Carly looked at me and I smiled and nodded instantaneously. She looked at Sam, who just shrugged.

And that's how we became friends.

"Crazy is just my type! Let us hear!" Sam, sitting next to her best friend, reached into a bag of Cheez-doodles and munched away. I made a face with absolute disgust, while Sam just blew a raspberry my way. Carly was oblivious to all of this.

"Well, I wanna make a web show! Y'know how people have those vlog things? I wanna make those! But in longer form! And waaaay funnier. And I was thinking, you two could help out...if you wanted to. Cuz Freddie, I know you're really good with tech-"

I blushed. Whenever Carly complemented me, I couldn't help but smile and blush. There was just something about her that made me smile. And I have to admit, she was pretty cute too!

"-and Sam, I figured you'd maybe wanna be on camera with me?" Sam wrinkled her face in disgust.

"A camera show? For you maybe but there's no way I'm standing in front of that big ol' camera with that dorko Fredducini behind it and-"

"There will be meat involved! And plenty of it!" Carly begged.

"Where do I sign?" Sam replied eagerly.

And that was it. That is how iCarly came to be.

Okay, so I hoped y'all liked that! I haven't written a fic in AGES! This is a Seddie fic, I just gotta give the background to it. Also, this is my first fic that is NOT a one shot! *cheers* HUZZAH!

And for those of you who were wondering the background of the teacher, Mrs. Stanczyk was my second grade teacher, and it was one of my favorite grades. "Oriville the Ostrich" is my made-up version of Arthur, for those of you who know that show! :D And the Latino singer is Ricky Martin. XD And yeah, she did have a bathtub in the class for reading, and we did dance on our desks every day at 10:10. I just thought it'd be cool to add it in, cuz it's like a mini version of Random Dancing!

Please review! I'd greatly appreciate any and all feedback, even it's just a smiley face! Thanks!

~Batgirl435