WARNING: Pms-prone bitchiness ahead!

Author's Note: Hey, everyone. It's BOTH. Listen, after this chapter, I'm going to be putting this story on hiatus. I'm really sorry, it's just that I haven't really had a liking to iCarly for a while. But I promise, that once I get some inspiration again, I WILL return to this story.

Thank you Miss-Frenchie for beta-ing this chapter! D

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or the Twilight series, which was written by the fabulous Stephenie Meyer.

Seven Hundred Fifty Hours

Chapter Six:

Respect

Samantha Puckett

When I woke up, it was 5:30am on a school day. I hadn't even set my alarm. It was also two days after my strange encounter with a killer and with Freddie. Apparently, my life is officially being flushed down the toilet.

Normally, if I had a boy problem, Carly would be the first person I would turn to, but I was in far too deep to worry her with these puckish circumstances. I clicked the number four on my cell phone and hit speed dial.

"Mm...hello?" The gruff voice on the other line answered.

"Freddie, we need to talk."

He snapped his jaws in a yawn and started blathering on in sleep-talk language. "Agh...don't c-call me now," he muttered, "I'm try-trying to hold down a moose."

I glared at the wall in my room that was painted yellow and raised my voice. "Shut the hell up, Freddie! You are not holding down a moose! This is Sam, and if you don't gather your thoughts and speak coherently, I'm going to shove you in your locker with fresh meat and let the junior wrestling team have their way with you!"

Freddie yawned again and I had to count down from ten mentally to keep myself from punching a hole through the wall.

"Oh, I di-n't know. Hmm...Sam. Rhymes with ham. Ham, Sam, Ham," I swore I heard his eyes fly open. "SAM!" he shouted, and I smirked as I heard a loud, excess amount of weight fall to the floor on his side of the phone.

"S-sorry, Sam. What's the problem?"

"The problem Freddie, is that we have to talk about a few things," I listened with sadistic pleasure as he cringed, hissing.

"What kinds of things? What's in it for me?"

My eyebrows narrowed. "Well, let's just say Freddie, if you comply with my wishes, your prize will be that I won't shove my foot up your ass!"

And then I hung up.

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My newly purchased "Breaking Dawn" book was clutched desperately in my hands by first period. I refused to look up at anyone during homeroom, shoving the novel into my aching stomach. I ignored Carly and even Freddie, who was sending me arcanum glances, judging my movements as though I had them planned out since 5:30 this morning. Oh how wrong he was.

I distracted myself by purging on the imminent details of Bella and Edward's future, and theoretically, I should've already been swooning by page 150, but I just wasn't. I wasn't emotionally prepared at the moment to delve on another's romantic venues, so I settled for staring at the same page for ten whole minutes before finally closing the book and putting it in my desk with a sigh.

Freddie shot me another "look" and I gave him the finger, earning a plethora of snickers from my detention buddies. Carly looked over at me, exasperated.

"Sam, could you just try to behave for once?"

My vision snapped to her and I snarled nastily. "Shut up, Carly. Don't act as though you know everything. The world doesn't revolve around you," I immediately regretted saying that as soon as it came out, so I forced the rest of the evil words I had so badly wanted to say, back into the recesses of my mind. I felt strangely relieved of the tension that had built in my shoulders for so long at having to live behind Carly and her glory, so I smirked devilishly, but soon guilt settled into the conscious I had worked so hard to destroy.

Her big, brown eyes were sparkling with hurt and I sighed.

"I'm so sorry, Carls. I didn't mean it. I'm having a really off day," I clutched my stomach and watched as Freddie noticed me do it, "my stomach's been acting on it's own."

Carly nodded, giving me a smile. "It's alright, Sam. I know how you get." But behind those eyes, I knew she suspected something was wrong. No matter how angry I ever got, I never snapped at her. I glared at her through the corner of my eye and she didn't catch it, so I continued until my eyes hurt. Why can't she mind her own business?

I gulped down a large lump that had formed in my throat, and I felt the need to vomit, so I rose my hand and took the pass from Miss Briggs, ignoring her comment on me "trying to get away from learning, but I will not succeed!".

What an idiot. Grow up.

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When I reached the girls' bathroom, the force of the aches in my stomach took over and I immediately threw one of the stall doors open, tying my hair back with a hair tie, and puking into the toilet even as I kneeled down in front of it. I emptied everything I had ever eaten into that porcelain bowl and when I was finished, I flushed it and collapsed against the metal wall. I suddenly wanted to fall asleep, but went against it, seeing as the floor was dirty from old urine and vomit. I got up and washed my hands, grabbing a bright red lipstick tube from my back pocket and turning to the old bathroom stall door in the back of the girls' room.

The hate board. The one and only door in the entire school that held many lipstick writings from girls all over the school.

"Gawd, Jared P ttly cheated on Missy with that hooker Nicole Rogers!!", "OMG I knew it!", "Aly Qualm is a hore", "Danielle H fukd Jake Krandall in the parkin lott!!", "Freddie Benson is soooo hotttt", followed by a few "I'd do him!!"'s and "he's such a fcking nerdd i can't believe Sam Puckett even hangs out with him and his bitch Carly!!"'s,"FB's got imself a whore, nd her nme is Carly Shay!!", "Roger Dante got head frm Aly Qualm AND her sister", and many, many more, but the one I focused on was the one I was writing. The one I had to write, to get it off my chest.

"Rodney Sullivan's a backstabbing asshole, he totally tried to take advantage of me! I can't believe I fell for him!"

And I knew that when I checked back at the end of school, I would have responses galore.

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Freddie Benson

Something was definitely up with Sam, so I followed her to the bathroom. Not literally, but I did take the pass from Miss Briggs. Someone had shouted, "He's gonna go make a move on Puckett!" earning a laughing outburst from the entire class. I looked to Carly desperately and she shrugged, motioning me to keep going. The same punk who made the comment, well, he made another one.

"Haha, he's signalling Carly to come, too!" The class erupted again into laughter and I watched Carly stand up to defend herself. She yelled some words and Miss Briggs shooed me off, though I stayed while Miss Briggs went to break it up.

The same guy once again opened his big mouth. "Hey, Benson! You should keep your whore under control! You might have to bitchslap her!" People were falling on the floor with uncontrollable laughter and I was internally disgusted with how immature they all were. I left the room without another word.

I crept into the boys' room which opened up right next to the girls' room, I waited.

Within ten minutes of standing stationary behind the boys' room door, I had heard vomitting, something crashing into a metal wall, a sink turning on, and then silence. The girls' room door opened and I glanced through a crack in the door to watch Sam exit the girls' bathroom, shoving a cap on a tube of fluorescent red lipstick. The only thing I noticed as she slapped hands with a punk-rocker girl and a platinum blonde with pink streaks in a ragged, deathly-looking cheerleading outfit, was that Sam didn't have a single coat of the lipstick on.

I swiftly entered the girls' bathroom, walking down the long row of stalls, opening them and searching them for any sign that Sam was there. The first stall revealed vomit stains and I cringed, but continued on. She couldn't have just sat here, slitting her wrists or something stupid. She wouldn't do that, and I would have noticed if she did, seeing as she's wearing a t-shirt.

I pressed on each door but on the fourth stall, the door came swinging back at me. Of course, not expecting it, I fell to the floor and hit my head on the metal wall containing it. The door swung back and rammed into my forehead. I grabbed at it with my hand and groaned, knowing it would bruise soon.

The last stall opened and there, on the inside of the door, I saw it. The proof of every girls' bathroom stall myth I had ever heard. It was the hate board, spoken by only the toughest of guys who have been able to experience seeing it, or heard of it from their sisters.

With writing in red, blue, purple, yellow, white, black, and pink lipstick, there it was. The hate board. I touched it's metal frame to see if it was real, and not a dream, but its cold touch sent signals to my nerves that it was there. I exhaled the breath I hadn't known I was holding.

I read the writing with disgust at the immaturity of all the girls in my school. Especially those who called Carly those awful names. I may not be in love with her, but she was still my friend.

The last piece of writing I could immediately tell was Sam's. It had Sam written all over it (metaphorically, of course, despite the many comments about her being extremely kickass, or the idea of her overcoming the government to empower all women, jeez, no wonder Sam's always so pig-headed. People practically worship her.), and the writing style was definitely hers, even if it was almost illegible to a man's eye.

I continued to stare at the words she had deftly written, and I suddenly understood. Everything clicked into place. The reason she was snapping at Carly of all people. The reason why she needed to talk to me with such a passion. Sam was hurt because of how Rodney betrayed her trust.

The last cog jolted into the correct position in my mind. Just like Jonah.

I grabbed a lone tube of white lipstick off the ground and began writing a response of my own.

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When I emerged from the girls' room, Sam was already walking in through the classroom door, the bathroom pass in her back pocket. She cracked her knuckles and the tension rose around the hallway. I entered the classroom a few feet behind her, and the tension collapsed. The class broke out into hysterical laughter, and I knew why. Sam had cracked her knuckles, and I walked in with a bruise. They automatically assumed I had tried to come onto her.

I walked through rows of desks, trying to get back to my seat.

"Nice try, Benson!"

"Smooth, computer nerd!"

"Rejected!"

Impish giggles, taunts, and ridicule. I could handle it. Really.

I looked over at Sam and she shrugged, looking nonchalant. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she wanted this to happen to me.

I looked at her again and she wasn't looking at me, but at the last place she would ever look. At the front of the class.

Sam was actually paying attention in class!

By the look in her eyes, I knew exactly what lay in my future. I would have to fight for Sam, against someone who would try to take her from me.

I sighed inwardly and followed her gaze to the chalkboard.

Love was never this difficult with Carly, but then again, I never loved Carly this much.

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Samantha Puckett

Classes ended before I even had time to blink, and I tossed the peel from a banana I had been eating into a nearby trashcan. For the whole day, Carly and Freddie had tried to talk to me, and for the whole day, I didn't look either of them in the eye or even attempt to respond.

I headed straight for the third floor girls' bathroom, and hurried towards the last stall before the janitor had a chance to sneak in and attempt to clean anything off the hate board. I read each response repeatedly.

Yellow lipstick. "Wow, what a friggin jerk!!"

Pink lipstick. "Aww, and I alwys thawt being in jail was badass! I gess hes just a badasshole!!"

Black lipstick. "Hahaha LOL at pinkys comment! Ttly agreed!!"

Blue lipstick. "OMG whitey is either a lezz or a guy, be careful red!!" I noted Red as myself, seeing as I had written in red. I looked for the one they referred to as whitey.

I found red.

Red lipstick. "Dude, whitey is soooo sweet! Sry I had to write in this color, red, it was the only one i had."

I found orange.

Orange lipstick. "Awww, i wish whitey would date meee!! That is if theyre a guy!!"

And then there it was. White.

White lipstick. "Then maybe you should fall for me, instead."

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When I opened the front door to my house, my babysitter was already there, sitting at the dining room table, mulling over his thoughts. I winced at the big, round bruise that had formed on the left side of his forehead.

He turned and looked at me, "Hey, Sam."

I glowered at him, "Jeez, Freddie. Way to be subtle."

He rose an eyebrow, and then realization flashed through his chocolate eyes.

"Oh, the hate board. Yeah, sorry about that."

I dropped my backpack on the floor and lunged at him. We tumbled to the floor and I made sure that something hit his bruise. Extra pain. He groaned loudly and I glared at him further.

"Sorry? Sorry!?" I screeched, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "You have no idea how annoyed I am at you!" Why are you toying with my feelings?

His normally melted, warm, brownie eyes hardened and began to resemble dark chocolate, he got up, towering over me. "Sam!" He shouted, pushing me to the floor. He straddled me but I didn't back down, I'm not going down without a fight. I glared right back up at him.

"You have no right to be angry with me. For all it's worth, I should be the one angry at you! I love you, Sam, but yet you refuse to believe me! I couldn't care less what those people at school say about me, but they made fun of Carly, your best friend, and you didn't even bat an eyelash! Do you even care at all!?"

Tears built up in my unwilling eyes and I turned my head away, not wanting to get caught crying.

"Shut up, Freddie. You don't know anything!" I threw my hands up and tried to push at his chest. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down to the floor.

"No, Sam. I understand perfectly." He leaned down, his eyes melting again as he stared me down. His lips brushed against mine and I purred, but within seconds, a shift in my stomach had my eyes snapping open.

I felt the shift turn into a constant swish of something like water, and I panicked.

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Freddie Benson

I had almost succeeded in calming her down when she suddenly began to thrash again in my arms. I held her down.

"Sam, stop! Why are you trying to get away?" She punched at me and I sucked in a breath, confused. I continued to hold her down. "Sam, what-?"

"FREDDIE, LET GO OF ME RIGHT NOW!" She struggled with all her might, sending crashing blows into my chest with her fists. I did not budge.

"FREDDIE, HOLY SHIT LET GO RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR TO GOD!" I was so confused, where was she going with this? Why would she battle so fiercely to get away from me?

"No! I won't let you g-" I inhaled so fast I thought I had swallowed my lungs, because she had sent a fatal blow right into my groin. I groaned with ferocity and fell to the ground in pain. She lept up and flew into the bathroom, shutting the door tight and locking it.

While in the fetal position, I noticed blood on the floor from where I had been holding her. Blood? But...

Then it all, once again, clicked into place. The stomach aches in first period, the vomitting, the blood.

Sam was having her period!

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Carly Shay

I had called Harper over to help record a demo tape for an iCarly music video, and when he arrived at the door, I had smiled and led him upstairs so we could work in the studio.

In the middle of our great time, the memory of Sam snapping at me in the morning came to life. I choked back tears as Harper began to press on random keys on his keyboard. He noticed my tears and rushed over to help.

"Hey, Carly! Are you okay? What's up?" He pat my back and I didn't care at all about anything, I let the tears come out full force.

"Harper," I sobbed, "I don't know what's happening between Sam and me...ever since the bus incident, she's been upset at every turn and I just don't know how to help her." I put my hands over my eyes and leaned into him.

"What am I going to do! Our friendship is falling apart!" I know I had called him there to help with iCarly, but at the moment all I really needed was a shoulder to cry on. He held me close and I hugged him.

"It's okay, Carls. Sam and you are best friends, you always will be." I nodded, the tears finally fading. I smiled and pulled him closer.

"Thanks, Harper." He gave me a dazzling smile and nodded.

"Don't worry about it."

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Samantha Puckett

"Ugh, I hate all of you!" I yelled at the tiled walls of the bathtub, having already removed the bloody evidence from my person and changed into a new pair of undergarments, with a pad securely in place. I sat in said tub, clad only in my underwear and bra, holding my knees up to my chin and rocking back and forth, damning period cramps and my burning uterus to hell.

"Sam, come out." Freddie murmured from behind the bathroom door. I gave him the finger, even though he couldn't see it.

"Fuck you!" I shouted, knowing I full well could without being blamed for it afterwards. I was, after all, a hormonal woman.

"Sam, come on. It can't be that bad." I started to screech and he groaned in annoyance, jiggling the stationary doorknob on the bathroom door. It was locked from the inside.

"Aren't you hungry?" He added, and I glanced over at an emergency supply of granola bars I had hidden in the bathroom closet, just in case this were to ever happen to me.

Really, I plan ahead way too specifically.

"No!" I shouted back truthfully, because the burning sensation that had spread throughout my lower hips really charred anything I attempted to digest.

I could hear him try to unlock the door with a bobby pin and I rolled my eyes at his pathetic attempt. I swished my knees closer to myself and only hissed in pain at the friction caused in both my flaming uterus, and the sensitivity my breasts had now acquired. I tried to shove my knees closer to myself again, only to cry out because I couldn't fit them any further. I pounded on the floor of the tub and screeched again.

"STUPID BOOBS!! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GO AWAY!?"

I heard Freddie snort, trying to sound like a man with a complaining wife, but I knew, oh I knew, that behind that solid wooden door, he was blushing like an idiot.

"Stop blushing, Fredward!" I screamed, and he spluttered.

"I was not!"

I heard the lock click and I felt Freddie's victory aura surround me, and my only barrier from the outside world began to open.

"DON'T OPEN THAT-"

The door swung open and in walked that smug little nerd, spinning the bobby pin around his pointer finger. He rose an eyebrow at me and I chucked an empty shampoo bottle at his face, which he dodged.

"Sam?" He asked.

"What?" I replied, through gritted teeth.

"Why are you hiding your body with a shower curtain?"

"Because I fucking WANT TO! Is that a PROBLEM?" I screeched. He blinked and shook his head.

"I guess not, but why are you?"

I mocked him, "I don't know, Fredward," I scrunched up my nose, "maybe I'm NAKED?"

He spluttered for probably the fifteenth time today and fell backwards on the floor. His face brightened considerably with color and I glared at him.

"N-n-na-, wh-why would y-you b-b-be n-n-n-naked?"

If it was possible, my glare intensified. "Oh, I don't know, Fredward. Maybe because clothes are meant to keep us warm and my UTERUS is already a fucking furnace! Not to mention my breasts are completely unwilling to be binded by ANYTHING at the moment! Ugh!" I threw my hands up in the air, completely exasperated.

"God, Freddie! Wait until you're old enough to have your period, then you'll understand!" I stood up, my hands on my hips, and within a few short seconds, I realized I had already exited the safety of my bathub and shower curtain, and was now two thin pieces of clothing away from being completely nude in front of Freddie.

His face was heated and I could tell he was having trouble breathing and swallowing. I glared at him again, completely tempted to step on and destroy the growing bulge in his pants that was formed from the very opposite of what could be considered badinage.

"Freddie?" I muttered, annoyed yet free of anger, "I'm starting to think all you really want from me is sex."

He finally swallowed that gasping breath he had been holding in. He grabbed my hand as I attempted to walk away with what little dignity I had left, and I, unceremoniously, fell right onto the floor in front of him. His eyes bored into mine.

"Sam," His gaze hardened, "never say that again. I love you, and even though I-" he paused, his cheeks tinting pink, "-appreciate your body, I care about you with every fiber of my being. Factor one being that if I did, erm, have my way with you," I almost laughed at how utterly foreign that sounded, coming from Freddie. "we would be married first."

I stared at him. 'Marriage?'

"Factor two being that I love not just your body, but your mind and your personality. The way you think, the way you talk, it's who you are. There isn't anybody else like you. And factor three, I respect you too much, even if you did just completely blow your usually threatening demeanor by complaining about your-" He stopped, considering his words, "'flaming uterus.'" He added dryly.

I paused to catch my breath, staring at him in wonder.

"I won't touch you unless you want me to, Sam. Please understand that." He stood up, taking me with him, and dropping a towel around my shoulders that wrapped around and hid my exposed body.

"Now, please, put something on."

And with that, he left me to my thoughts.

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Fin! Hope you enjoyed.