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iChoose

Chapter One

By: Hartful13 & Tech-Man

This was another one of those days were I just cannot figure out how or why I am friends with two of the most beautiful girls in this school. You know that it took me almost six years before I realized that Sam, in her own way, was just as beautiful as Carly. I always knew that Carly was something special, but Sam was just another one of the guys. At least she was to me.

The sudden pain in my rear alerted me to the presence of one Samantha Puckett. "What was that for," I screamed at her. She just stood there with her arms folded across her chest showcasing her normal devious smirk. I moved my pants around trying to put everything back into its proper position as the she-demon continued to stare at me.

"You know dorkasorus, you have to be the most nubbish person on this planet," she said before punching me straight in the stomach.

I bent down in agony as she walked away with that smirk still evident on her face; the same one that brings her to my mind during class. All I could think about was how she has this ability to put me in a trance, and where she is concerned, I seem to just turn to jelly. To everyone else I could be assertive and bold, but where Sam and Carly were concerned. Well, let's just say I have a lot of trouble.

"Hey, Freddie," Carly called from behind; tearing me from my thoughts. I looked up at the other girl in my life, Carly Shay, and that bright smile of hers. She was my first real crush. For years I pined away after her affections, but after I saved her life from that taco truck. Well, things have been a little weird between us. Why can't I be into one dirty blonde super woman and call it a day, but no; it would be just too weird wouldn't it?

"Hey, Carly" I stood straightening my clothes.

"Excited for the Senior Trip," she asked bringing a smile to my face. I have spent four long years studying to be able to take the "Senior Trip". This year the class had voted to go to Los-Angeles. It was going to be a full week of fun in the California sun.

"What's with the cheesy smile dork," Sam asked shoving between me and Carly. I could faintly smell the aroma of ham around her.

"Cause Carly looks awesome today, that's why," I responded without even thinking about what I was saying.

"Whatever, do I have to take out the chart that convincingly proves that Carly will never love you...EVER Freddork," Sam responded back taking a defensive stance in front of me.

"And your name is what again," I ask mirroring her movements. We are inches away from each other face. Oh, what I would give to close that distance and kiss her.

"Why does it...," she started but before she could finish I interrupted her.

"Your name is not Carly, right? So your opinion in this little matter doesn't matter. I really love the arguments we get into. It always seems to somehow exhilarate me in some kind of weird way. We always end up pissed off at each other, but it is like we are in our moment.

"Yes, it does, because I am her best friend, and she doesn't want stalker geeks like you around her," she screams back at me and for a second I swear I can hear a hint jealously in her usually bold and confident voice. Nah, what am I thinking, there is no way Sam is jealous of my feelings for Carly.

"You know what? I'm her best friend too. We both are Sam," I start back feeding more fuel to the fire.

"No you're just the dork that claims to love her," she responds taking the bait and continuing the argument.

"And what is that supposed to mean," I yell back closing the distance between us even further.

"I think you're not thinking with this," she jabs me in the temple, "or this," she jabs me hard in the chest. I am so caught up in her little rant and that little physical contact that I fail to predict where the next jab is heading. "But, this," she cries before my entire world erupts in blossoms of pain. A jarring sharp pain originating from a region that I never expected her to hit. I collapsed onto the hallway floor unable to process the pain coming from my knees when they smash into the ground.

"SAM," Carly cried before dropping down next to me. "Are you okay," she asked, but I still couldn't form a cohesive sentence. I am completely unable to respond. The only sounds coming from me are small whimpers as I attempt to relearn how to breathe.

"What the HELL was that for Sam," Carly asked turning on the blonde. Her eyes shoot daggers at the blonde standing there with her arms shoved in the pocket of her hoodie and that normal smirk in place.

I want to yell back. Ask her what she was thinking, but I still can't get past the pain. I think she may have actually injured something. Normally, this kind of pain subsides quickly, but not this time. It seems to linger in place.

You have to give it to Sam; she knows how to keep her cool amid almost any situation. "He's a dog Carly. All men are," she answers in a flat tone with zero emotion. "Well, all nubs are at least," she finishes before turning on her heel and walking down the hall.

I try to stand up, but couldn't seem to make my feet work correctly. Carly reaches over and helps me to my feet. I'm leaning on her slightly and enjoying the close contact, and I'm once again reminded that she smells wonderful. I tilt my head to the side trying to take in a deep breath without being caught. Of course, that was too much to ask for.

"Freddie, what are you doing," she asks moving so I have to use the wall for support rather than her.

I feel the blush creep over my creeks as I stare at the tops of my shoes. "Just taking a deep breath," I answered only looking up after I was positive my face was back to normal. Carly just shrugged her shoulders returning to her locker. The bell signaling class interrupted my examination of Carly. Oh well, I will always have this afternoon to watch.

The remainder of the morning seemed to pass by with little affair. I took diligent notes in all of my classes while Sam slept. She would be demanding a copy or the originals before the end of the week. It was always the same thing week in and week out. Eventually, you get accustomed to the routine and then it stops being irritating.

Lunch was turning out to be the boring affair it always was. I was currently sitting across the table from Sam and Carly. Sam had some poor kid's lunch in front of her and she was attacking the food like it would somehow run away. It always amazed me that she could be as small and petite as she is after eating everything that she does. I suppose it is possible that she really doesn't ever eat at home and has to make up the difference somewhere. I just had always hoped that was another one of the countless lies she told on a daily basis.

"Fredalucious," Sam screamed startling me so bad I dropped my Peppy Cola in my lap. The low temperature sent a shiver through me as the liquid spread into my pants and down my legs. Once again my attention was trapped by Sam yelling. "Did ya wet yourself this time," she called leaning over the table and staring at my now wet lap. "Yep, looks like mommy's little boy is going to have to pull out his emergency pants."

Her laughter filled the lunch room as more and more people turned to stare at the mess. Sighing I picked up my bag, brushing the liquid that had pooled into my lap onto the ground as well as the tops of Sam's shoes. The change in Sam's face was great as she looked from her shoes to my face and then back again. I would never tell anyone, but Sam mad was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Of course it is also one of the most terrifying. Turning, I raced out of the lunchroom with one final look back at my two best friends.

Sam's comments may have been meant to offend or at the very least to get some kind of a laugh out of those around us. Either way it was also an accurate statement. My mother every day packs me a secondary change of clothes as a way of ensuring that I always have a backup of...everything in case I need it.

Reaching into my locker I grabbed the vacuum sealed pouch containing an extra pair of pants and a clean shirt. I dashed into the nearest restroom and changed clothes. I should have known that the clothes my mother put in the emergency pack would be even stranger than the clothes she normally tries to get me to wear. The colors nearly made me gag, but they were still better than wearing khakis with a coke stain down the front. Taking a deep breath I prepared for the onslaught of laughter from the rest of the student body.

The rest of the day seemed to flyby. Of course with iCarly tonight my mind was fairly preoccupied. The girls had another skit in mind. This time Sam was going to be dressing up as a hobo, one of her favorite people, and Carly was going to be some rich businessman. I really wasn't paying close attention to what was being said when they were discussing the specifics. I was worried about how the new firmware update on the hosting server would affect the current site statics. We have worked hard over the years to build up those numbers, and I was afraid the upgrade would zero out all of the history. A dorky thing to worry about, but hey it's my job.

After the show the three of us feel into the bean bags as was the normal tradition. "Dork, Mama needs some ham," Sam announced turning from the TV to stare at me. What makes her think that I am her little slave? It really ticks me off, but at the same time I know that I will always jump for Sam and Carly. They really are the two most important people in my life.

Standing, I slowly started for the door. I could feel both eyes boring into my back as I walked out of the studio. In my head I slowly counted down from five: 5...4...3...2...1. "And a Peppy Cola for me," Carly asked as if on cue. My only response was to turn and smile at her.

Down stairs was a simple thing. Spencer was sitting on the couch watching some weird show I didn't recognize off hand. His eyes were glued to the TV, but his hands were busy working away at something on the coffee table. I took the long way around so I could get some kind of an idea of what he was doing.

What I saw almost made me laugh out loud. The table was covered in a series of small thumbtacks. It looked like he was using those and some Gazelle Glue to put together a miniature Roman Coliseum. Truthfully, it was looking awesome, but I was afraid that if I spoke or made any kind of wrong movement of noise it would just fall completely apart. I guess with Spencer it could also catch on fire, but I didn't think that would have anything to do with me.

After grabbing the requested items for the girls and something for myself I headed back to the studio. The chattering conversation that I heard walking up the stairs died the instant I opened the door. "Hey guys, what's up," I asked handing them their food and drinks. Both girls shared a meaning full look before looking at me then back at the TV.

A/N: Well, I hope that you enjoy this new chapter to the story. We have included elements of both Creddie and Seddie as a means of keeping you guessing. Eventually, we will reveal the final pairing and all those who guessed correctly will be mentioned in the final chapter. Of course this means you may continue to speculate during the story, but only your final choice will be considered valid. We look forward to taking this journey with you. Oh, and most of all, expect the unexpected...

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