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Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

Sam POV

I set the last of my boxes down in my dorm room and sat down on one of the two beds in the room. I was exhausted. Weren't your parents supposed to help you with this kind of thing? My mom didn't really want any part of this. And my dad? I hadn't seen him in years, ever since he decided to divorce my mother and remarry some other woman; I didn't want anything to do with him. I guess you could say I'm a little spiteful.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. Wondering who it could be but at the same time feeling too lazy to get up, I called to the door."Come in!" (A/N: As I wrote this line, I laughed to myself. It's just SO Sam.)

A short girl with long, wavy, light brown hair walked in. "Hi. Are you Sam?" She asked.

"That's me. Are you my roommate?" I asked, trying my best to be social.

"Yeah. I'm Kayla." She said.

"Well, I didn't see any of your stuff here so I just kind of chose this bed, but if you'd rather have this one…" Sam rambled nervously. She hated feeling like this.

"Nah, it's cool. Doesn't matter to me. I have to get the rest of my boxes out of my car, so I'll be in and out of here for the next hour or so. I hope I don't bother you." Kayla said.

"It's cool. Do you uh… want help with those boxes?" I asked weakly. I even surprised myself, because I can't even remember the last time I offered a stranger help with something.

She laughed at the expression on my face. "No, my parents are bringing stuff up from my car now. But thanks."

"Oh. Well, I'm going to go explore a little. I'll be back in a bit." I said and gave her a forced smile as I left the room.

As I walked the hallways aimlessly, I thought about having Kayla for a roommate. She seemed perfectly nice. I don't know what I was expecting. Another Carly? An instant connection? For us to be best friends right from the start? That wasn't realistic.

But Kayla was nice enough. I wasn't sure that we'd become close or anything, but I knew we'd get along. Well, it was better than having some weirdo for a roommate.

I turned the corner and bumped into someone. "Shit, I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I'm new here and…"

"Chill." I heard a familiar voice say, and I realized it was only Freddie. His hands steadied my shoulders. He then broke into a smile.

I squinted my eyes slightly. "What are you smiling at?"

"You're funny when you freak out. It's nice seeing you apologize to me for once, too. I'll take it as an apology for anything bad you've ever done to me." Freddie said with a smug grin.

"Listen, if I had known it was you I bumped into, I wouldn't have said sorry at all." I said. "Hate to burst your bubble."

"Doesn't matter. You still said it." Freddie said cheerfully, and walked past me whistling.

"What the fuck was that…" I muttered under my breath.

If you called that a fight, I'm pretty sure Freddie just won it. But I don't lose at my own game. I don't know what came over him, but I knew I had to get him back.

Because I play to win.

I followed him down the hallway and finally caught up to him. "Fredweird, where's your room anyway? Just so when you invite me over I know where to go." I tried to sound innocent.

Freddie raised his eyebrows slightly and then shrugged his shoulders. "It's right up the stairs at the end of the hall. Room 203. But this college is pretty much Sam-proof. You can't pick the lock because we have key cards and not regular keys, and…"

I raised my hand to stop him. "Save it. I'm not gonna break into your room anyway. But I do have to go, so I'll see you around."

I walked the other way for a few steps, until I turned my back and saw Freddie disappear out of sight. I raced back to where we were just standing, and saw him exit the building. He was probably getting boxes from his car. I only had a few minutes, so I went up the stairs that Freddie had pointed to moments ago and looked for room 203. When I found it, I knew I got really lucky, because I saw someone walk into it.

I knocked on the door and tried my hardest to look like I wasn't planning anything evil. A boy with messy, dark hair answered the door. He was pretty good looking, but I tried not to let that throw off my focus.

"Hey, my name's Melissa. I'm from the office, and I have a message for Freddie." I said, the lie coming to me pretty quickly.

"Oh, well I'm Jake. My roommate's Freddie though." He said.

I smiled sweetly. "Would you mind giving him a message for me?"

"Sure." He agreed.

"Tell Freddie that Carly Shay called looking for him." Jake grabbed a notepad off his desk and a pen. He jotted words down while I spoke. "Tell him that there was a change of plans, and Carly is back in Washington." I had to think quickly. What would my next lie be? And then it came to me. "And uh, tell him that he's to meet Carly at the Italian restaurant down the street. What's it called? Oh right, the Bread Basket. Tell him to meet Carly at the Bread Basket at 7pm, sharp."

"Uh, is that everything?" Jake asked, seeming overwhelmed.

"Yup, that should be good. Thanks!" I said, happy with myself.

"Wait." Jake said. "I'm new here, and I don't know anyone besides Freddie. Can I have your number and maybe we could talk sometime?"

The kid was cute, and he seemed pretty cool. I didn't see why I shouldn't give him my number. I sighed, knowing I was running out of time. "I'll give you my number and my real name if you promise not to tell Freddie you ever saw or met me. This is kind of a practical joke, but don't worry, he deserves it." I admitted.

A huge grin spread out on his face. "I love practical jokes! As long as it's in good fun, I'll play along."

"Oh, it's in good fun." I smiled widely.

We exchanged numbers and he learned that my real name was Sam. I wanted to stay and talk, but I realized that Freddie could show up any minute, so I said goodbye and reminded him not to mention anything about me. I took off down the hallway in the opposite way I came, and turned the nearest corner. I took the long way to my dorm room. Kayla wasn't there, so I sat down on my bed and waited.

Sure enough in less than 5 minutes, my phone buzzed. I looked at the screen, and Freddie's name was shown.

"What up, nub?" I answered my phone with a grin.

I heard him sigh into the phone. "Did… you talk to Carly at all lately?"

"Sure did. I'm gonna be seeing her later, actually." I lied.

"Oh." He sounded surprised. "So it's true, she is back? Well, I guess I'll be seeing you later then because I'm coming out to eat with you guys."

I avoided the question. "Yuck. She invited you too? Well, okay then. Smell you later." I hung up the phone.

Man, he was going to be pissed when he found out this was all a joke.

My life has gotten really busy lately, but I will try to keep up with this story. I won't leave you guys hanging, so please be patient with me even if it takes a while for the next chapter.

And yes, I know Sam is evil. :P