Okay, wow. CRAZY response to the first chapter! I am shocked that so many people liked this fanfic. I also had some good criticism that I hope I put to good use in this chapter!

Shout out to etnies-element-khai, thanks for the heads up! I kinda know that he's a little OOC, but that was kinda the point. Sam's messing with his head! I'm probably going to really play that up in upcoming chapters. Sorry if Freddie was hard to understand!

Major shout out to laura (), my first reviewer EVER! I can't even begin to describe the giddy rush your review gave me!

Okay, Disclaimer,

I do not own Icarly, or the characters of Freddie Benson, Sam Puckett, Carly Shay, or Gibby. I also do not own Star Wars, or Hayden Christensen (though I soooo wish I did)!

Oh, btw, this chapter is from Sam's POV

Nubs, Dorkwads, and the Dark Side of the Force

Ugh, what is with that nub!

I mean, first he acts like a total dorkwad throughout all of icarly and then he gets all jerk-faced and runs out on me!

I mean me and Carly.

He ran out on me and Carly.

Ugh.

Seriously, what is his problem? He's been acting all mean and junk for the past...since....FOR A LONG TIME! It's annoying! If he was gonna do nothing but guy-pms around me, than why the heck did he....

.....kiss......

AUGH!! Stupid tech-nerd-dork-person!

He's getting the wedgie of his life when I see him.

I mean, look at what he's doing to me!

Messing up Icarly, being all grumpy, and making my stomach feel like I just ate something healthy....all fluttery and junk.

It just figures, I'm in a great mood after the ex-bestfriend from heck gets shipped off on a cruise to god knows where, and as soon as she leaves, freddork becomes moody Mcmoody pants!

Sometimes, a girl just can't win.

Of course, Freddie doesn't consider me a girl. I'm a blonde-headed demon in his eyes. He doesn't look at me the way he looks at Carly.

Not that I care! The two of them could go and be all brunette together and I wouldn't bat an eye. Just give me a slice...or twelve slices...of ham, and I'd be good to go. I little mustard, some Fred...

I mean bread! Some bread!

Ugh.

Listen, I do not like him. I think he is a disgusting amoeba-like organism that's only function is to spout useless dork information and scream like a little girl! I mean, there was that thing, with the thing, on his fire escape...but that was...nothing! Absolutely nothing! I just did it so that those bozos would stop teasing him...and I only wanted them to stop teasing him because Carly was breathing down my neck. I don't care about the little dweeb, and I definitely do NOT care about that kiss!

Right?

"Sam, do you know what's going on with Freddie?"

I pulled my backpack out of my locker as Carly looked at me worriedly.

I knew why she was concerned. Freddie had been avoiding us all week; he hadn't even shown up for rehearsal, and today was when we did Icarly. Stupid nub, always messing up everything...why did he have to mess up everything?!

I slammed my locker shut.

"No. Why the heck would I know what goes through the dork's dorkish mind; I don't care what the heck is up with him! He needs to stop being all jerkish around me and be...I dunno, less jerkish! Or better yet, I don't care what the heck he does! He can keep being jerkish for as long as he wants! He could turn into bloody Darth Vader and I wouldn't care! But not the hot Hayden Christensen version, oh no, he'd be the bald version with the scars, and the icky breathing...and the...the...and....Freddie is not hot!" I screeched at my best friend.

Carly stared at me, her dark brown eyes wide.

I glared at her, and then whipped my head around, feeling the gazes of the other students in the hallway resting on me. They all stared, wondering if the great Sam Puckett had finally cracked.

"WHAT?!!" I screamed. "YOU WANT SOME! YOU WANT SOME OF THE SAM! YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE ME! BRING IT! BRING IT ON!!!!!"

With an Amazon like yell, I charged the person nearest to me-Gibby-and started beating him savagely with my backpack. His pleas of mercy and Carly's attempts to reason with me didn't register, because in my mind, I wasn't beating up Gibby.

In my mind, I was beating up Freddork.

"Sam," I looked over towards Carly, who was sitting beside me on her couch in her apartment. "Yes Carly?"

"You know how earlier I asked you if you knew what was going on with Freddie?" she asked tentatively. I tensed, squeezing the bacon strip in my hand as if it was the nub's head. I turned my head slowly, the bacon crumbling into bits in my clenched fist.

Carly's eyes widened as pieces of bacon fell onto her couch and carpet. "I'll take that as a yes," she chuckled nervously. I growled dangerously in response. My dark-haired friend smiled nervously again. "Um...I was just wondering...is whatever it is that is going on with Freddie...," she swallowed, looking around uneasily.

"What is it Shay?" I asked impatiently. Carly smiled weakly. "Just checking the immediate area for possible projectiles before I continue," she answered truthfully, moving as far away from me as the couch would allow.

I growled again, unclenching my fist to let the rest of the bacon fall ominously to the floor. Carly watched it fall, her eyes wide.

"Oh, dear," she whispered.

"Carly," I growled, moving closer to her on the couch and leaning towards her. Carly let out a little squeak and leapt up.

"Never mind. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing. I mean people may think it might have been something or something, but not me! Even if it was, and I'm right, and that is this and you and him and....it doesn't matter! Because it's nothing!" she screeched, practically running into the kitchen to hide behind the counter.

Losing my patience, I leapt to my feet, hands clenched into fists as I stalked towards my friend.

Just then, Freddie walked in.

At first, I didn't notice and I stepped towards Carly menacingly.

"Carly," I growled, "Listen very closely, because I'm not going to threaten you twice. In approximately thirty seconds, you are going to tell me exactly what you were going to say about whatever the heck is going on with the dorkwad, and why the heck it would concern me! Oh, and that whole thing you just did with the that and the this and the me and him....yeah, we're gonna talk about that too! Because whatever this is, and that is, there is no me, and no him! So talk!" I screamed.

There was silence in the Shay living room.

"Must you always be so belligerent?"

I whirled around to see none other than Fredward Benson standing by the door.

When I first saw him, my jaw dropped. Not because I was surprised to see him –we were supposed to be doing Icarly –but because of what he looked like.

Now, not that I watch and document what the little dork looks like on a daily basis, but he's always struck me as being relatively neat. His hair was always combed and his clothes were ironed and all nerdish and junk. The Freddie I saw before me now had wild, messy hair, wrinkled, baggy jeans that revealed way too much boxer, and a gray hoodie that was ripped in many places.

I heard a wet popping sound from behind me as Carly's jaw also dropped.

I regained my composure and crossed my arms. "Must you always use weird, big words to make yourself feel more important?" I shot back at him. Freddie raised an eyebrow (he's always doing that) and walked towards me.

I took an involuntary step back, feeling my face heat up as he approached me.

What the heck was the matter with me? It was just the stupid nub...making my stomach do that fluttery thing again....

As he got closer and closer, I felt my breath catch in my throat, but I kept a bored, defiant look on my face, glaring at him evenly.

Then, he walked right by me.

It was like...I dunno, a truck hit me or something. Don't ask me why, but when he passed me to go talk to Carly it made me feel...crummy.

Folding my arms across my stomach and trying to keep the stricken look off my face, I turned to watch my best friend talk to the nub I would cross multiple galaxies for, until the day he turned to the dark side to try and save my-

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WHAT?!!!!!!!

Due to the crazy response I got, I am going to continue this fanfic until...the story finishes itself. I think I've got an idea of what's going to happen next, and the next chapter will probably be from Carly's POV.

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