Should I start another story? LOLno. But am I? LOLyes. I have read MANY iOMG thingys, but I haven't read one where the whole episode is in Brad's POV. I've read some with like, a scene or two of his, but I came up with this all on my own with him seeing the whole (well, almost) episode. :D

AND PEOPLE! Watch this video! http:/ .com/ watch?v=k7Bza-DPY0A ! Jim Parsons is guest starring and he's a psychiatric patient who "sees the future" AND Sam checks herself into the ward! OMGWHY? I said (this is VERY farfetched, and probably won't happen...) that Freddie said that he (finally! (remeber it's not gonna be resolved in ONE episode)) loves her back, but Sam thinks she's crazy for thinking that he would actually say that and is just "imagining" things. Or that she's crazy for going on a date with a dork. Yeah, might not happen but... I can dream. :P Tell me what you guys think might happen in a reveiw! :D

iParty with Victorious... 2 DAYS! WHOOOO! :D They'll be all partying partying yeah and we we we so excited for the weekend! (It's Rebecca's birthday, BTW... XD)

DISCLAIMER: Me no own iCarly, Brad, or fudge. Dang.

iOMF

iOh My Fudge

Chapter 1: iSee the Gang

Brad's POV

Well, Ridgeway isn't very different from any other highschool, with lots of teenagers and teachers. Though, I'm pretty sure that Principal Franklin is the coolest principal ever. And there are some… cruel and mean teachers around here. Especially Ms. Briggs and Mr. Howard. And then there are just some really weird ones, like Mr. Buttburn. Ha, Buttburn. It's funny 'cause it sounds wrong.

Suddenly I hear a bunch of cheers from the classroom next to me. I wonder what's going on…

Oh hey, it's the iCarly gang! I wonder how things are going with that Cort guy. He seemed pretty fudgy to me. Honestly, how could they hire someone like him? Well, he must've been good because they hired them. Didn't he ruin Freddie's computer, though? That was an awesome computer! How could he just go and ruin something that awesome?

I look around the classroom, seeing all the desks and my new classmates and such.

"Hey, Brad!" Freddie exclaims with a satisfied smirk. What did he accomplish?

"Heey, man!" I greet him with a smile.

"Hey, Brad!"
"Braaad, how's it going?"
"How ya doing?"
"Good to see ya!"

Sam, Carly, and Gibby all greet me.

"So how are you liking Ridgeway?" Carly asks, leaning on the table.

"Pretty good; it's pretty cool so far," I inform them.

"Nice, nice," Sam inputs.
"Awesome!" Carly exclaims.

"So, uh, how are things working out with Cort on iCarly?" I ask, trying not to sounds mean or jealous.

"Oh…" Carly says with a nervous look. Freddie crosses his arms and gives both of them a look that says, "I told you so," and "I'm not telling him."

"We, uh… had to fire Cort," Carly says guiltily. Sam has a look of disgust on her face as she nods.

"Yeah…" Sam says.

"Why, what happened?" I ask innocently? Was he, you know, stupid?

"Oh, he just…" Carly starts off awkwardly, "turned out to be…"

"Not the best…" Sam tries to finish for her with a shake of her head.

"He was dangerously stupid," Freddie says, annoyed. Ah, I get it; I get it. I saw the way the girls were all googly-eyes over Cort. They probably wanted him because he was "hot" and Freddie was outnumbered. Must suck to be the only guy in a group of three, huh? Well… he has Gibby, but...

"Yeah, yup,"
"He was stupid," the girls quickly agree.

I nod in understanding. "Well, hey," here's my opportunity, "if you're still looking for some help with iCarly, I'd be happy to-"

"You still wanna be our intern?" Carly excitedly interrupts me.

"Really?" Sam asks, hopefully. Huh, something's up with her… isn't she, you know, rude?

"I'd love it!" I put out my hands, as if it were obvious. Who wouldn't want to be the intern of iCarly?

"Awesome!" Carly exclaims.
"Done!" Sam says, looking around at the others.
"You're in!" Freddie says happily. Ha, probably glad he got the intern he wanted and not just some "himbecile."

"And you still make fudge, right?" Sam asks, poking my shoulder hopefully.

Pssh, do I make fudge. What kind of question is that?

"Oooooh, yeah, I love making fudge for people!" I tell her. It's what I do in my free time. I give it to a lot of people like family, friends, nursing homes, food barns, and more than I can think of.

They all give me looks of approval. I'm glad my fudge makes people happy!

"In fact…" I point a finger, remembering the fudge in my backpack. I always come prepared with fudge, in case of emergencies. What? I could be kidnapped and I could distract them with the delicious fudge! Logic. They all look at me expectantly. "Fuuuuuudge," I put the container of fudge on the desk.

They all exclaim their approvals and happiness as they open it and take out a piece. Oh, look at how happy it makes them! I love making people fudge and making people happy. I smile lightly at their behavior.

"Oh, you gotta make a load of this stuff for the lock-in," Sam tells me, absentmindedly putting a hand on my arm.

Uh, what's a lock-in? It sounds like a lock-down! If we're going into lock-down, I better make a bunch of fudge! My fudge usually calms people down.

"Big loads!" Freddie agrees, pointing at me hopefully.

"Oh yeah," Carly agrees with them, pointing her finger at me.

"What's a lock-in?" I shrug my shoulders.

"Oh, every year at Ridgeway, they have this thing where the students spend a whole Saturday night in school and we all finish our semester projects," Carly explains to me.

"Everyone pulls an all-nighter," Freddie adds on to Carly's explanation.

"Sounds cool," I observe. Well, at least it's not a lock-down! That would be horrible!

"Yeah, it's kinda fun!" Carly says and Sam nods in agreement.

"Yeah, it's fun…" Gibby finally speaks, "unless you happen to fall asleep and SAM DRAWS SOMETHING ON YOUR FOREHEAD!" he finishes angrily, glaring at Sam, who bites her fudge nonchalantly.

"What did she draw on your forehead?" I ask warily, looking from Sam to Gibby. Do I really want to know..?

"You don't need to know!" Gibby responds quickly. It must have been very, very bad. Well, this is Sam we're talking about here. I nod to him, respecting his choice.

"Would you forget about that already?" Sam says, obviously annoyed.

"I can't!" he says forcedly. "You took pictures… that'll live on the internet… FOREVER!" he says, obviously pissed off. I see Freddie slightly shake his head while chuckling.

"It wasn't that bad…" Sam tries to defend her case. Oh, I bet it was that bad.

"Not that bad?" Gibby repeats quickly. "READ THE COMMENTS!" This was probably really bad… should I Zaplook it? Nah, I learned the hard way that if you're told not to look something up and you look it up, then you'll be scarred... forever.

Sam shrugs aimlessly and annoyed. "It was a pretty accurate drawing," Carly muses. Gibby looks at her with a ticked off expression, then glares at Sam.

Wow, if this type of stuff happens a lot at Ridgeway, this will definitely be a fun year.