I"M ALIVE! Sorry readers, I kinda lost all the will to write because hardly anyone was reviewing. (To those of you who have, I love you.) But then I went through all of my reviews for all of my stories, I suddenly found it again. All the reviewers (except for one, so stupid, who put me in a funk back before this bad boy was started) thought my stories kicked ass. So here I am, presenting to you the next installment of T.B.P. Disclaimer: I don't own (AND NEVER WILL OWN) iCarly. I also don't own The House of Night novel series, for those of you who get the reference. And did you see the opening credits? Lol, Sam was spanking Freddie! Mindsoap anyone? Anyway, ON TO THE STORY! BTW Sam makes a... rather vulgar sexual innuendo in this chapter, so if your not okay with that, the don't read.


Sam's POV

There's a new girl coming today. I've had to move all of my stuff to one side of my... er, our room. Pushing everything under my bed. After jamming the last box underneath with a grunt, I stood up and examined the place. I can understand why they moved her in here, it's frackin' HUGE. Only unwanted due to it's location at the top of the staircase, and this place doesn't have a damned elevator. Roughly the size of a high school classroom,it came equipped with two closets, two windows with window seats, an old fashioned gas lamp between them, a book shelf (All hers, my books are stashed in my closet.), and a full sized bathroom.

"Zoey Redbird, eat your heart out." I mumbled under my breath to myself. Next to each wall sat a wrought-iron twin bed with down matresses, the one closest to the bathroom bare, and the one farthest covered in unmade purple sheets(SEDDIE BITCHES!). The cushions for the windows were also purple, but they were strung through with black and silver. The oak doors to the main house and the bathroom were painted a sleek, but fading, black color. On my side of the room, a ladder and two cans of paint sat next to the wall. On one can laid a yellow sponge, almost as if hoping for use of some kind. I didn't wanna paint the room until my roommate got in today, just in case she had a problem with the color black. I looked to the turret windows, the warped glass impossible to see through, but still giving off a comfortable Seattle Gray light. I stared out them for awhile, so lost in my own world that I didn't even notice RJ standing next to me until he grabbed my arm. Running off of pure instinct, I grabbed his hand, twisted and flipped him onto the ground. Realizing that it wasn't an enemy, I helped him up, then gave him the patented Sam Puckett "What-the-hell-do-you-want" eyebrow cock.

"What? I yelled your name five times. Jeebus, that really hurt Sam!" He said rubbing his now sore shoulder. I snorted and rolled my eyes, he's just lucky I didn't chuck him out the damned window.

"Whatever, whadaya need?" I said flippantly. The kids nice, but I have a rule against the emotional closeness that's required between friends.

"Everyones downstairs waiting for the new kid but you. Sister Clara sent me up here to tell you to hurry." he said irately. I breezed past him and down the stairs. When we reached the foyer, RJ went over to stand by Cris. She just gave him a look, raised an eyebrow at him, then at me, then shrugged. As you can tell, she's a real chatty Cathy. I took my place next to Adrian and Starr while staring down the line-up. Rach and Jay, as usual, stood as close as humanly possible. After them came RJ and Cris, who were currently having a mental chat using only thier eyes. Liam stood between Alex and Nick. Alex's face was blank while Nick looked at Lye with... was that frustration? Why would he be frustrated with Lye. Nicks eyes darted over to Alex. In that quick glance, I saw the exact reasoning for Nick's frustration. That was a look of... to put it bluntly, want. Pure, unadultered want. Oh my. After Nick looked away, Alex looked at him. I couldn't tell what her face looked like, but body language speaks volumes. Head bowed slightly, biting her lip, hands in her back pockets, and body shaking slightly. That said five very clear words. "I want to kiss you.". Then she swallowed and tugged twice on her already bitten lip followed by a slight twich in her left eyebrow and the message changed to "I wanna grab you, drag you up the stairs to my room, rip your clothes off and ride you like a frackin' cowboy all night long." Well, well Ms. McCoy, sexually frustrated much? I smirked yo myself as I watched the to horndog teens eye-screw eachother from around Lye. Lye for his part, looked really uncomfortable with the amount of hormones flying around him, but stood his ground. We all looked to the front when we heard the sound of a closing door followed by a "good your here" from Sister Clara. She lead the young teen into the foyer. The girl was, tall, thin and pale with dark hair and sea green eyes. Her hair was long, with blue streaks of many different shades. Her facial features were aristocratic, with vague hints of italian around the cheekbones. She was also physically and emotionally hurt. I could tell by the guarded expression and the almost unnoticable limp.

"Everyone! This is Morgana Piercson. She came here all the way from Alaska. Morgana, these are Samantha Puckett, Liam Jackson, Rachel Grey, James Lenton, Starralina and Audriana Sumner, Robert Patrillo, Cristina Rinehart, Alec Holt, Nicholas Hobbs, and Alexandria McCoy." Sister Clara said.

"'Lo." the gothic teen mumbled.

"Samantha? Why don't you show Morgana to your room? Allow her to get aquainted with the new setting." I shrugged and lead Morgana to the stairs, unconsciously rolling my shoulder a few times. I briefly worried about Morgana's limp but she handled the stairs with ease. I paused for a moment to text the rest of the kids.

F: Sammy P.

ST: Everyone

Propr meet n greet my rm in 5.
~Sam

After it was sent, I climbed the rest of the steps to the room. Morgana was on her bed, staring at the floor. She looked up as I entered.

"What happened to your leg?" I asked, just as she asked

"Whats wrong with your shoulder?" She smirked and answered first. "Wolf bite, you?"

I shrugged non-chalantly. "Power tools."

"Ah." Suddenly, we heard footsteps thundering up the stairs and a lot of screaming.

"Here comes Stiff and Wet. Aka Al and her Nick." I smirked and the restrained laughter from Morgana.

"What?" She coughed out.

"Tell ya later." I said, still smirking. the moment I said that, Al and Nick entered the room. Well, Al entered. Nick half flew, half fell into the room. He gave a lustful glare to Al which she gladly returned as the others entered the room. As all of us got aquainted, watching the disturbingly funny banter between Nick and Al, I couldn't help the stray thought that crossed my mind. It was a thought that shocked me into auto-pilot.

I miss Freddie.


Thanks to Insane Blueberry for the OC... Thanks to all of my reviewers for sticking with me! Three more chapters in this one, then ON TO THE SEQUEL! And sorry for the joke. If you didn't get it, good. But if you did, just know I couldn't help myself. Besides, that is so something Sam would say. Laterz!