A/N: I was watching Avalon High the other day and this kind of formed inside my head…

Hope you like reading it as much I loved writing it!

Disclaimer: iCarly and it's characters belong to the inseddible Dan Schneider… the story line is only based on the Disney Movie-Avalon High but I added an iCarly kind of twist to it!

…Enjoy…

-Chapter 1-

My last hour, I was with my true love, Lady Guinevere. We were laying in a cave behind a waterfall. The sound of the water echoed around us. Her gentle smile was I all I did see as she stroked my face softly. From her lips, the forming of the words: I love Sir Lancelot…

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Walking into a brand new school was the least favorite pastime of Samantha Puckett. It always went the same way. She was sick and tired of moving. Her mother had insisted that they not stay in one place. It meant she could never really settle down, make long lasting friends and basically have a normal teenage life. Of course, when she came to Seattle, the girl knew there was no point in making any effort to be friendly with anyone because she would be gone within the next five or six months. So when she noticed a guy looking her way, she turned her head to the other side and just kept walking down the hallway. The blonde didn't look where she was going and ran straight into a tall, mean looking boy.

"Watch it!" he growled fiercely.

"Or else what?" Sam threatened, not knowing what she was getting herself into, until she was pushed against the lockers.

"I can break you," he sneered, and she winced as some spit flew from his mouth on onto her face. "I will break you like a…."

"Leave her alone!" a voice called out.

The guy stepped back from her, and his head whipped around in the direction that the voice had come from and Sam craned her neck, from where she was standing and saw a boy, a little taller than her, wearing dorky clothes and a messy hairstyle. The bully snorts loudly and starts to laugh.

"Who's gonna make me?" he taunts, stepping closer to the other boy.

"M…me," stammers the shorter guy. "I'm not afraid of you, Jason Bigmy."

The bully, or Jason, as he was called, continued laughing at the nerd like student trying to 'save the damsel in distress'.

"Ha! You? You couldn't stop me, even if the whole jock team backed you up!"

Unfortunately for this tough guy, Sam knew some moves, and so with a swift punch in his back, making him turn around to face her again, and then she kicked him where no guy ought to be kicked, ever, in his life. He hobbled away with Sam and the boy staring after him. The young man was practically dumfounded.

"Well…" started Sam. "Bye."

The boy watched as the girl and her golden curls disappear around the corner without another word. Later that day, she was all he could think about. He didn't know her name and she didn't know his. In fact, he was very certain that she was new to the school.

His girlfriend was hanging around his locker, probably waiting for him. She was also chatting to his best friend. After kissing the brunette girl's cheek, he opened up his locker and reached for his backpack. The strap must have been caught on one of the hooks in there, because when he tugged at it, it wouldn't budge.

"You know, Gibby," the girl said, smiling and reaching up to brush her fingers at the front of his hair. "Your hair looks cute when it's all spiked up like that."

"Really Carly? Thanks." Gibby replied with a small smile.

"Would both of you help me?" the boy demanded, still in a fierce game of tug-of-war.

"Oh Freddie," sighed Carly, and proceeded to unhook the bag and then hand it over to him. "Here."

"Thanks," he said, looking at his girl, proudly.

As soon as he did though, that girl, with the blonde curls and bright blue eyes walked past. Ignoring both Carly and Gibby's protests, he followed her and eventually caught up to her.

"Hey," he said, with a smile and held out his hand. "My name's Freddie. We met earlier today."

"Oh," she said, looking at his hand and then back up to his face. "I remember you. The nerd who thought I was too girly to stand up to some bully."

"Nerd?" Freddie said, immediately frowning and retracting his hand.

"Yeah, you're a nerd," she said, not even trying to hide her smirk. "…and I'm leaving."

"Don't I even get a name?"

"I called you a nerd, what more do you want from me?"

"Your name," said Freddie, looking perplexed. "Please."

"Sam," said the blonde.

Then she turned on her heel and proceeded to walk out of the hallway of Ridgeway High. Freddie stared as she did so, thinking about how different this girl was to any other he had ever known. Carly was staring at him as if to say "what was that all about?" but Freddie just shrugged his shoulders and walked in the opposite direction Sam had gone. Both Gibby and Carly exchanged a glance and followed behind him.

"What's his problem?" Gibby asked the girl next to him.

"He's been acting really odd the past couple of days," explained Carly, with a concerned look about her.

"I hope it's not contagious."

"Me too Gibby, me too."

On their way home, Gibby, Carly and Freddie all stopped at their favorite place to get smoothies. The Groovy Smoothie. Their friend, T-Bo, was always trying to sell mostly edible items on a stick. Today though, he was behind the counter and looking very sorry for himself.

"T-Bo," said Gibby. "What's wrong, man?"

"I've run outta sticks…" said the older looking man, woefully. "Gotta order some more…"

"Ah," replied Gibby. "In that case, we'll take three Banana Blast Smoothies thanks."

"If I must," sighed T-Bo, taking the boy's money and not even opening the cash register to put it in.

The three all grabbed their favorite seat, directly in the middle of the shop. They always sat there, it was their spot, they had even named it "our spot", so no one else would ever sit there. However, it didn't always work out that way. In fact, as they walked over to their spot, a group of older looking students, all dressed in back, were sitting around the table.

"T-Bo," said Carly. "Some delinquents are sitting in our spot!"

"Who cares…" said the man hopelessly.

"…they're not drinking smoothies…"

"That's it! They're outta here!" he marched over to the table with purpose, stopped when he saw a bunch of tough, angry looking faces and marched back behind the counter. "…maybe they can stay a little longer…"

Carly, who looked adamant, ignored the looks she got from both Freddie and Gibby and strode over there herself, flicked her shiny brown hair over her shoulder and cleared her throat for their attention.

"You can't sit here," she said, loudly.

"Who says?" a big, strong looking girl stood up from her seat and was now towering over the fearful Carly.

"M…me…" she squeaks. "This… this is our spot, and if you don't move…"

"You'll what? Dance and shout like a cheerleader at us?"

They all guffawed and laughed like hyenas and then went back to talking in low hushed tones about something Carly had no idea as to what they were discussing. She walked back over to her boyfriend, with pleading eyes, but he shook her head. Jason was part of that group, and he had already tried to threaten him, until that girl, what was her name again? Oh that's right, Sam, until Sam had stepped in and punched Jason instead. He motioned his girlfriend and friend over to another table.

"But this isn't our spot," whined Carly.

"Look Carly, it's either sit here, or sit outside," snapped Freddie.

He was getting tired of the girl's constant complaining and whining. They had been going out for about two years now, going slow and steady, and all of a sudden, Freddie was wondering what it would have been like if he wasn't dating the obsessive girl. Carly, on the other hand, had been developing a little crush on Freddie's best friend, Gibby. Gibby had always liked Carly, ever since he had met her but thought Carly wasn't into him like that. This was a very twisted situation indeed and little did they know, things were about to turn their worlds upside down.

…

…time had stopped altogether and my own heart almost burst from my heavy armored chest. My love had fallen in love with my most trusted friend…

…the tears flowed down her cheeks, her hair brushed my face and she leant down and was about to press her warm mouth to my lips but with all of the strength I had left in me, I held my hand out in front of my face. The woman was taken aback by my rejection but nodded in understanding…

…as my breathing came to a halt, as my heartbeat slowed down, as my eyes fluttered closed for the final time, as my life flashed before me, I knew… this was my last hour…