Okay, so I have some info for you guys. This week I have been doing my mock GCSE's (for those who don't know what they are, they are like really important exams) so this is a bit later than expected. I would continue writing regularly but I have lots of revision and, quite frankly, I would really like to not live in a shoe with a sign that says 'WILL WORK FOR CHEESE.' So yeah, that's it. I'm sure you understand.

Also, I want to thank Omnistar for your amazing review! If you guys haven't read his stories then I suggest you do so! They are brilliant.

Right! We shall proceed.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. If I did would I be on FanFiction? Didn't think of that did you?

Previously on Something Weird:

"We have to sort out some things if we ever want to live normally again. I know, if we are stuck with these powers then nothing will ever be the same. But we can at least try to get used to them, you know?" my eyes bored into his, awaiting some form of approval. I could tell my words were ticking over in that humungous nerd-brain of his before he came back from his thoughts and sat up, mirroring my position.

"I think it's a good idea. But we have to get one thing straight, Sam." His voice suddenly became very serious and the change in it had me slightly worried. I nodded sheepishly for him to continue.

"We have to trust each other. We are in this together now. I certainly don't want to go through this alone, and I don't want you to have to either. I know you would never admit this to anyone, let alone me, but I can see you're scared. I don't want you to feel scared, Sam. I want you to feel safe. Which is why you have to trust me. You already know I trust you, but this is a two-way street." Freddie ended his little speech with an intense look and the question, "So, do you trust me Sam?"

Chapter 8:

Never been normal.

Sam's POV

I woke the next morning to the annoying sound of my alarm clock screaming at me. So, I did what any normal person would do. I threw my pillow at it and lay back down. But now I don't have a pillow to put my head on. Urgh! Well I had to get up anyway and there was definitely no way I was getting back to sleep now, so I sat up and rubbed my sleep-filled eyes. Those same eyes shot wide open as the events of the day before flooded my tired brain. Wait… nope. That did actually happen.

I signed as I looked back at my Cuttlefish alarm clock. Holy chiz! I'm gonna be late for school! Carly will kill me if I don't get in on time. Apparently she thinks school is important (I don't know why).

Flashing across the hall, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself so fast I swear I lost a layer of skin. It's okay though, I have five minutes to get dressed and get out the door. Relief washed over me when I realized I wouldn't have to deal with one of Carly's punctuality lectures. I swear, sometimes she can be as crazy as Mrs. Benson. Then I looked at my room.

It's a mess! I'm never going to find anything to wear in this. Oh wait. I wonder if these power thingies I have extend this far. I closed my eyes, and imagined the clothes I wanted to wear: my red and black tee and black skinny jeans (A/N Sam wore this in iSam's Mom I think?). Oh! And underwear. Shouldn't forget that. I flicked my fingers and felt a slight change on my skin. It was a cool breeze and then warmth. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at my newly clothed body in the mirror. It worked. It ACTUALLY worked! Enough celebrating for Puckett, I grabbed my phone and school bag and sprinted out the door.

And yet all that still wasn't enough. I still had to make it to school in two minutes and I was like ten minutes away. And being a Puckett, I am a luck-pusher so I decided to see if my powers were really that great. I ducked behind a thick rose bush while no-one was looking and closed my eyes once more. I focused on my destination and twitched my hands. An odd pulling sensation overwhelmed me, like I was being sucked through a hole. I held my breath and didn't look until it had stopped.

I found myself in the girl's bathroom of Ridgeway, crouched next to one of the sinks.

No freaking way.

I couldn't speak; I was too astounded (ohmyfatcake Fredipedia is rubbing off on me. That's wrong on so many levels).

However, the bell echoed through the school signalling the start of the torture, so I quickly checked my self in the mirror, just to see if I left any part of me behind (that would not be pretty) and ran to class.

Everyone had already taken their seats in the biology lab, including Freddie, who had left the seat next to him empty for me. See? I told you I trained him well. I smiled slightly and looked up at him, but his expression was riddled with concern.

"Where were you?" he whispered to me, after I had taken my place next to him. "I text you twice. Didn't you get my messages?" He continued. I don't remember hearing the phone go off. Flipping my red covered screen up, I saw the tiny picture of a letter on the screen next to the number two.

"Oh yeah, I was in the shower when that came through," I explained, shoving the phone back into my checkered bag and letting it drop to my feet.

I looked back at Freddie, whose eyes had glazed over at my words. You don't think… he could possibly be… thinking about me. In the shower?

Oh no he is not. I punched him in the leg and he jumped, focusing on me and frowning. He grabbed my hand under the desk.

What was THAT for?

I glared at him.

Were you just thinking about me in the shower?

It wasn't really a question. I already knew he was, it was written all over his face. Freddie blushed and shook his head vigorously.

O-Of course not! Why would you, I mean… Why on earth would I do that?

Oh man. He even sucks at lying in his mind.

Don't you lie to mama!

I tightened my grip on his leg and his face shrivelled up in pain. Ha.

"Miss Puckett and Mr Benson." Miss Briggs' shrill voice got louder. We jumped away from each other and ceased all body contact. "If you are quite finished with giving each other the look of love we may continue."

Now it was my turn to blush as I felt my cheeks getting hotter. Thankfully, the old bat left it at that and continued teaching (if you can call it that).

I didn't dare glance at Freddie, only reached for his hand under the desk once more.

We will talk about THIS later.

He didn't respond with his mind, which I found quite annoying, considering that I now had to look at him.

Freddie was staring straight ahead. His face had paled and at one point he let out a fairly audible gulp. Good. He should be scared.

Freddie's POV

She is going to kill me.

A/N: Okay, that is the next chapter of Something Weird. I hope you liked it. I don't know if the story is funny enough. What do you think? I feel the story is going kind of slow but I really want to get some character communication in before I start piling on things. Otherwise it could be a story about any two people and not Seddie. So tell me what you think and review. For the children ;)

-Charliee