A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the loooooooooooong pause on writing this. It's just, my mind doesn't stay focused on one thing very long. After successfully publishing twenty... seven?... stories, my biggest fan (I love saying I have one) and friend, LEXIRENT97, wants me to continue this (and Let's Go To Malibu! but she's praised this story much more. So, I am officially dedicated to finishing this story. :)

Oh yeah, I changed my screen name to "obsessive-elphaba" because I fell in love with Wicked, but anyway: HERE WE GO!

~obsessive Elphaba

PS: Melanie doesn't exist, mmm'k?

Disclaimer: iCarly is property of Schneider's Bakery Productions (Dan Schneider... not me) Clique is a series of books by Lisi Harrison, also not me. The song "Morning Person" is from Shrek The Musical, which I don't own as well.

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Massie woke to the sound of her mother, well, Ms. Puckett, singing this creepily cheery song.

I've always been a morning person
A morning girl
Hurray!

The nearly thirteen-year-old would've freaked if she were in Westchester, but Seattle people were just as crazy as this. She was still having trouble calculating that. Walking to her closet, she wondered to herself what to wear, since her Massie mannequin no longer existed. Then it hit her. Gibby had asked her to wear that crazy outfit.

Massie raced to the stained clothes that she hadn't DARED touch since the mysterious incident and grabbed what she needed, and threw it on. Walking downstairs, a pain in those humongous heels, she cringed at the surprisingly louder off-key singing.

Last night I was a monster
But this morning...
This morning...
This mornin'! I'm okaaaaay!
This mornin'!!!
I'm okay...

Massie understood exactly why Sam always stayed with Carly. "Hey, kiddo, that's some crazy outfit."

"Yeah!" Massie smiled a bit. "Uhmm... it's Spirit Week at school... and we get to dress crazily." The woman nodded down at her daughter. "But, I need to get there soon; I left my notes in my locker and need to check my homework."

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The cheesecake hangover was the most stomach churning thing ever. Still, Freddie Benson (well... his mom) forced himself to get to school early enough to be the first to see Massie. "Hey, Benson." Sam said joining him at the bus stop. "Excited to see our favorite preppy?" She grinned that Samly grin.

"Uh, duh!" He rolled his eyes. "It would be awesome if she really believed us."

"Don't jinx us, Fredison. It's going to work." Sam snapped, her smiled faded.

"Someone's a little grouchy."

"Sorry, just Spencer kept on singing in his sleep and I could hear him through Carly's room."

"What was he singing?" Freddie tried not to sound astonished that THE Sam Puckett would apologize to him.

"Something like, I've always been a morning person, a morning girl." The imitation was high pitched and terribly off key. Freddie wanted to ask why she wouldn't sing in her normal voice but remembered it was Spencer who had been singing. "In the middle of the night, too!"

"Sounds painful." He nodded. Then, completely off timing, the silence swallowed them. This time it wasn't awkward though. Sam felt it too. The two exchanged side glances every now and again before... POOF. Something so crazy happened inside Freddie that caused his outsides to move. When the event had passed, he decided it would be for his own safety to run to school. God, how could he be so stupid! Only looking back once, Sam's face was a humoring shocked one, but Freddie wasn't laughing.

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Sam could hardly calculate what exactly happened. It was... well... shocking! He... and then... what? It confused her to bits. "Hey, Sam." Gibby came up and stood beside her. The event could wait, she had to think of Massie.

"You still bummed about Massie?" This was the part where he shouted at her about how angry he was.

"Hey, listen... I'm kind of new in this whole relationship thing... so, could you tell me what I could do to win her back?" What?!?! Gibby was supposed to be infuriated! He should've been seeking blood!

"What do you mean?" Sam tried not to sound shocked.

"You're her sister. Is there anything that she really loves a guy to do?"

Masking her smirk with a look of deep thought, Sam said. "Believe it or not, she likes guys who aren't afraid to get dirty." Gibby's expression changed to one of perverse nature. "Not that corn head!" She whacked him. "I suggest you...." Whispering in his ear the master plan, she didn't need to hide her smirk.

"Really?" Gibby asked.

"Yup." Sam nodded, just as the bus came along. Great, now she'd have to think of that other event.

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Carly was reading in the hallway, studying for her history test when Freddie came panting through the door. "Carly!" He shouted, completely out of breath. "Is Sam here yet?"

"No, why?"

"Thank god." He slunk on the bench beside her. "I did something terrible. She's going to kill me. I know it."

"What did you do?"

Freddie looked up, biting his lip, only making him more aggravated with himself. Could he dare admit to anyone this terrible act against nature he had performed. "I..." the rest was muffled so much no one could hear.

"What?" Carly asked. Please tell her it wasn't another prank...

"Uh... I... kinda... kissed her." He said, biting his lip.

"What?" Carly's eyes widened. If Sam was even the slightest bit awake for that incident Freddie would be mauled to pieces. "Why?"

"I don't know!" He was fearful, but Carly didn't hint any disgust in his voice. Freddie wasn't disgusted. It was pretty awesome to be able to do that AND get away unharmed. "I gotta hide, leave town, move to Canada..." Freddie began pacing, thinking of the infinite possibilities.

"No... just, uh, apologize." Carly suggested. Freddie frowned. She had to know that wouldn't work for Sam. She'd probably kill him a million times before he could even mutter an "Ow."

But it was all too late for that when Sam walked in, as normal as ever. Not stopping to talk to the two, she headed straight for her locker. Freddie tried to run but Carly dragged him back. "Sam..." Carly started.

"Hey, Carls." Sam nodded, taking a Fat Cake out of her backpack. Her eyes didn't dare look at Freddie. "Fredward." She muttered through the fatty goodness.

"Sam?" Carly asked. "You're not... on a rampage?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Cuz, uh, Freddie... kissed you?" This was a very confusing thing.

"Oh yeah." The blonde looked back to her locker, cheeks flushing. "He, uh, did; didn't he."

"Yeah..." Carly nodded.

"Are you actually encouraging me to beat Freddie up?" Sam asked, in a lighter more sarcastic tone. She heard Freddie try to run away, and the whisper scolding Carly said to him. "He must've done something terrible to you." Sam nodded. Boy, they had one non-awkward silence, now the whole thing was awkward. "Listen, the whole thing just happened. It didn't mean anything. It was probably accidental. I'm not mad."

"Seriously?" It was the first thing Freddie said. How un-Samish could this girl get?

"Seriously." Sam nodded, still not meeting him eye to eye. "Hey, do you have the science homework from last night I can copy?" Since Carly had recently been moved up to the advanced science class, Freddie and Sam shared that class.

"Uh, sure."

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More? Hehe, I should be wrapping this story up soon. It's my first story up, and my first chapter fic. Ahhh, memories. The song "Morning Person" was used because it was the show-stopping song in the show, and also because it's really early here :) Carly being moved up: Well, after iGo Nuclear, Principal Franklin realized that Carly was trying too hard to impress the teacher, who simply cared less about her and moved her up because really she was smart.

Please review, it would make my day.

~obsessive-elphaba