A/N: Needa get some of this legal stuff out of the way, just incase...
DISCLAIMER: Once there was a girl, who enjoyed surfing the web and reading online stories about TV shows. She read a lot about a show called iCarly, and found it quite interesting. She began to write about iCarly, even though she didn't own the title or characters, and never would. This upset her, but she continued to write about what will never be [or maybe might!] for the fun of it. She was happy with the work Dan Schneider was doing with the real show, and let him keep doing his job.
"You'd better give it to me or else, Freddork!" Sam pestered, as she lifted her right fist high into the air.
"No Sam, my mother packed these specifically for me and I'm not going to just let you take them whenever you--"
She sent her fist into my right shoulder, causing me to wince in pain.
"Okay, okay! Here, take them!" I said, surrendering. I slid my two phat cakes across the table over to Sam.
"Sam, it's not nice to hit Freddie!" Carly told her, nudging her slightly. My shoulder began throbbing, as I lightly massaged it.
"Well, he's gotta know how it works around here" she then winked at my direction. I slumped down in my chair, biting into my remaining food, being a green apple.
"I hope this isn't gonna be a daily routine. You know, I happen to like phat cakes too!" I protested in my own defense.
"Who cares? You stupid momma's boy…" she attacked while biting into one of my phat cakes. Carly loudly sighed, and slid her packet of chips over to me.
"See Sam? At least Carly is a descent enough person to care for me and nurture me. You don't see her taking my food, do you? No, 'cause she's a better person than you'll ever be! Do you understand why I like her more than--"
"Oh boohoo, cry me a river!"
"You know what, Sam?!"
"What, dork?!"
"Guys! That's enough!" Carly interrupted, slamming her hands down on the table, "I'm sick of your constant bickering! There are more important things in the world!" she stood up, and dashed off, obviously upset. Sam shot me a death stare, picked up my phat cakes, and then chased Carly out the cafeteria and into the main hallway.
Rolling my eyes, I stood myself up, gathered my belongings, and quickly walked after them.
I was making my way around the corner, until I heard I heard faint crying. I pressed myself up against the wall, not wanting to be seen, then opened my ears extra wide to hear what was going on.
"Are you…crying?" I heard Sam ask in a loud whisper, "because you know I'm not good with this kind of stuff."
"I just want us to all be friends and not attack each other!" Carly responded, now sniffling.
"Don't let that nub bother you, no matter how annoying he is," Sam said in attempt to cheer her up.
"It's not just him, it's you too, Sam. I really want you to at least try to be a bit nicer to him!"
"Eh?! What?! No way!"
"Sam, please! For me?"
"Alright, but just for you, okay? Especially not ever for that dork..."
I saw the girls passing their lockers as I came around the corner. Upon spotting me, Carly turned away, and was patting her eyes dry.
"Look Carly, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to upset you…" I apologetically said, as I leant against the wall next to her.
"It's fine," she smiled, while turning back around to face me, her eyes slightly red. The sound of the bell rang loudly, as kids made their way out of the cafeteria and toward their lockers.
Opening my own locker, I looked at my timetable to see what I had next.
"I have a free period, what about you guys?" I asked, looking over to the girls. It was so much handier now that I got the locker in between the girls. Now I wouldn't have to walk a far way to get to them between and after classes.
"Um…" Carly began, as she opened up her bright pink folder, that was covered in butterflies, iCarly stickers, and a big photo of her, Sam and myself right in the centre of it, "…yep. I have a free too. Sam?"
"I have Miss Briggs for History, so yes, I consider to have a free aswell," she grinned, then slammed her locker shut. I always wondered how Sam never felt bad about anything she did. She'd abuse people, never do her homework and would always skip class. She even hurt her best friend, and assumed it wasn't her fault! I also wondered if she had a soft side, you know? Is there a caring little girl inside of Sam crying to be let out?
The three of us made our way to the school garden. Not many children sat there. In fact, no one ever sat there. It was a large forest of green, with a hedge of flowers that would dance in the wind. The grass was covered in dew, and the sky was filled with fog.
"It's so beautiful out here," Carly said, as she sat herself on a large rock that was between two bushes. Her shiny white teeth contrasted against the thick branches of the trees behind her. Sam had one eyebrow raised, and began to explore through the bushes.
"Wow, there are so many hiding spots here!" Sam exclaimed, as a grin spread wide across her cheeks, "It's perfect to shove a body!" Carly and I both shot her wide-eyed looks.
"Not that anyone would need to…" she said, in her own defense. Rolling my eyes, I sat down beside Carly, with my hand about half an inch away from hers. Surprisingly, she put her hand on top of mine, shot a glance at me, and then smiled. Letting out a soft chuckle, she gently slid her hand over mine back onto her thigh. I felt blood rush right to my face, and kept my head down as a blanket of crimson flushed across my cheeks.
Sam came from behind and pushed me forward, off of the rock. She sat herself down and began sipping on a juice box.
My face was in the dirt, so I lifted myself up and spat a few times to get the taste of mulch out of my mouth. I shot Sam a look of disapproval, and then began to dust of my face.
"Oh, by the way Fredwad, I need a ride home from school this afternoon," Sam informed me, while she tossed her finished juice box at my head.
"OW!"
"Oh, man up Benson"
"Whatever..."
"So...you gonna give me one?"
"Give you what?"
"I don't know... A LIFT HOME?"
"Why would I do that?!"
"Because we're friends, Freddie. And friends help each other out in their time of need!"
"Why don't you go home with Carly?"
"I'm meeting with my grandpa this afternoon, so I can't," Carly had joined the conversation.
"Please Freddie!" she tilted her head slightly to the side and began to bat her eyes. Shrugging, I agreed. Hopefully this would make her less aggressive toward me for a while. Well, at least I hoped.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait for me to come out of AV Club. This afternoon we're taking apart cameras, and then fixing their motherboards to get them working. If we can fix ours, Mr. Lewis said we can keep them!" I happily explained, now feeling excited for the school day to end. Sam had her head rested on Carly's shoulder, then snored loudly.
"Yaaaaawn… oh, sorry, we're you speaking? It must've been boring, or you were just being a dork," Sam replied smirking, now standing up.
"Watch it Sam…" I grunted.
"Just come and find me after your afternoon in your stupid nerd cave, okay?" Sam explained. She walked up to me, petted my back, and made her way back inside. Carly and I both followed.
A/N: Well?! What do you guys think?! This is my first ever fanfic, so I really hope you enjoy it! Feel free to review and criticize. I do take criticism and use it to help my story better. Also, I'm in need of names for my next chapter! Feel free to comment with name ideas aswell. If I get a lot, I'll draw one randomly out of a hat.
Please check back soon for the next chapter (;