Disclaimer: For the millionth time... I OWN NOTHING! You'd think you'd have caught on to that by now -_-

AN: One quick thing, I kinda screwed up the chapter numbers and I'd just like to point out this is chapter ten! Okay? Alrighty, on with the story :D

Chapter Ten - 2009

June 25th

"Move!" Sam said, shoving some kids out of the way as she barged down the stairs in a hurry. Her blonde hair smacking innocent bystanders in the face as she ran. "Get out of my way!" Finally after running half way across the school, Sam had found the people she had been looking for. Carly and Freddie. "Oh man, you guys aren't gonna believe this."

"Your mom got a job?" Freddie smirked. Had Sam not been in such a good mood she probably would have punched him for that one. It wasn't like her mom could help not having a job, she was going thorugh a rough patch after all, one in which she'd so far pulled a Ginger Fox and shaved off all her hair.

"Okay, let's not get crazy," Sam said calming down.

"What happened?" Carly said jumping in excitedly, in the hopes of stopping a possible fight.

Sam's mind flicked back to the task at hand and she jumped up on the balls of her feet, excitement flowing out of her, "Richard Whites is moving to Switzerland!"

"Really?"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Carly said, slowing her down and grabbing her arm to pull Sam's attention on her. "Richard Whites has locker 239..."

"Had baby! Had!"

"Hey, you got any lotion?" Gibby asked, recieving an odd look from Sam and a slap to the stomach.

"So locker 239's available?" Freddie said returning them back to their conversation.

"Yep!" Sam could hardly contain her happiness.

"In the middle of a school year?"

"First time ever!"

"That's insane!"

The iCarly came in close togther, babbling happily about it amongst themselves, and without noticing it block Gibby out.

Gibby, couldn't quite understand the excitment over this. After all, Richard had been their friend, why would they be happy he was leaving? Especially over a dumb locker. "What's the big deal about locker 239?"

"What?"

"Dude..."

"It's the best locker in the whole school," Carly explained.

"Why?"

Sam snorted, "First of all it's huge."

"Huge?"

Freddie jumped in to explain, "See when they were building Ridgeway, some worker screwed up and ordered a locker that's four times the size of a regular locker."

"That's huge!"

"And it's right next to a big window."

"A locker with a view."

"And the cheerleaders walk right past it on their way to practice," Freddie said, his cocky smirk coming back into view.

"A locker with a view," The look on Gibby's face told them he was imagining the 'smokin' hot' cheerleaders walking by him everyday.

"Oh yeah," Freddie said, the same image cropping up in his mind also.

"Right, like cheerleaders wanna view the two of you," Sam said, scrunching her nose at the thought of Freddie and Gibby with cheerleader girlfriends. Even the thought made her wanna puke.

Carly, now bored of this conversation, changed the focus back to locker 239, "So when do we find out who get's the locker?"

"This week. Principal Franklin's gonna have some kinda contest," Sam explained.

"Carly. Carly Shay," Mr Howard growled as he walked over to the group.

"Yeah?"

"Wearing a turtle-neck is a violation of school rules."

"Oh, I can't wear a turtle-neck but he can be shirtless?" The brunette said, gesturing to Gibby.

"Check the handbook," Gibby said cockily as he handed her the school handbook.

Sam could laugh, Carly get's written up for wearing a turtle-neck yet half the stuff she does goes unnoticed by the faculty. Some it didn't quite seem fair, yet Sam wasn't going to question it and risk getting herself in trouble.

"We should um... get to class," Freddie said dragging Sam away by the elbow whilst Calry, gibby and Mr Howard flicked through the school handbook.

"What'd you do that for?" Sam grumbled, shoving Freddie's hand away from her arm.

"Because by the loook on your face I could tell you were about to say something and risk getting yourself in trouble. Besides if you get detention tonight , that means I'm stuck doing our history project by myself, again."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Yeah, like I'm gonna be any help with that project."

Freddie shook his head, but chose not to argue with her. It wasn't worth the hastle.

"Anyways, Fredpants, what class we gots now?" She asked, opening her bag and pulling out her morning fat cake.

"English. And as usual I'm assuming you haven't done the homework for that either?"

"We had homework?"

"Uh yeah, we were supposed to analyse the extract from Macbeth."

"We're doing Macbeth?"

"Ms Briggs is gonna kill you."

Sam shrugged, "Nothing new there then."

"Sam this isn't funny. You can't carry on not doing your homework. If you do you're gonna fail English this semester, and then what're you gonna do."

Sam didn't answer, she just kept on eating her fat cake.

Freddie sighed in defeat, he could not change Sam nor could he make her do anything she did not wish to do. Years of experience showed that.

June 26th

"Just look at it," Sam said, staring at the brilliant blue locker before her with longing.

"Oh, I need that locker," Freddie said with an equally dreamy look on his face

"Just standing next to it makes me feel like a princess," She said, before taking an abnormally large bite out of an abnormally large salami. "Salami?" She offered.

Freddie smiled, "No thanks Princess Puckett." the familiar name sent a slight blush to Sam's cheeks. Boy-o-boy had it been a while since he'd last called her that, but it was just as wondeful as the first time he had.

July 14th 2000

"Sam! Freddie's here!" Pam Puckett called. Moments later a small blonde girl by the name of Sam came bounding down the stairs excitedly a huge grin on her face.

"Let him in! Let him in!" Sam squealed, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

Pam laughed and opened the door to reveal Marissa Benson and her only son, Freddie. "Morning Sam," Marissa smiled. "Thanks for having Freddie over today Pam. But I've gotta go see Jennifer, she's freaking out because her latest boyfriend doesn't seem to understand her hints at marriage," The red headed woman rolled her eyes and Pam nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

Marissa bent down and kissed Freddie softly on the head, "Behave for Ms Puckett Fredward."

"Yes, mommy. I love you," He beamed up at her.

"Love you too sweetie," She ruffled his hair once, smiled at Pam and then headed back out into the rainy Seattle weather.

After instructing the kids on what they could and could not do Pam settled down in the living room to watch the latest episode of 'America Sings', leaving Freddie and Sam to their own devices.

"Come on, we can go play in my room," Sam smiled, leading the way up the stairs and into her brightly coloured room.

Freddie jumped up and sat on Sam's bed whilst Sam got out their favourite boardgame - Battle-Boggle-opoly. See a year ago, back when Melanie was still around, the three, Sam, Freddie and Melanie had faught over what game to play. I had ended up with bunch of different game pieces being broken and so after sticking everything together a new game was invented 'Battle-Boggle-opoly'. The two began setting up the game and talked about pointless things whilst they did so.

"How was your play date with Nate?" Freddie asked as he passed Sam a chance card.

Sam shrugged, "Boring. He was a skeeze."

"SAM!"

"What? My mom uses that word all the time."

"So? It's rude to call someone that."

"It's the truth though, and you told me I'm not supposed to lie."

"Well, yeah. But, still. Why'd you call him a sk- you know what?"

"Because he was. He wanted to play doctor."

Freddie face crinkled up in disgust. His mother had told him to never ever play doctor, and as he got older she explained carefully and cautiously why. "Gross. Did you tell your mom?"

"Didn't have to. I punched him and his Mom was quick to make sure I was gone."

Freddie smiled, that was his Sam!

Half way through the game Sam became bored, "I don't wanna play anymore."

"That's only cause I'm winning."

"No you're not, clearly I'm winning. I'm just being nice and calling it a draw now to spare your feelings."

Freddie rolled his eyes but relucatntly gave in. "Fine, what'd you wanna do instead?"

"Let's play dress up!" Sam grinned. Her Mom had recently bought her a new prioncess dress in an attempt to get her to stop punching people (E.G. Nate) and although Sam had scowled at it at the time, she did actually want to try it on and play.

"What're you gonna be this time?" Freddie asked as she walked over to her closet to drag out her costume box.

"A princess," She explained as she pulled out the beautiful blue dress. "What about you?"

Freddie shurgged, "A wizard?"

"Nah, if I was a witch then maybe but I'm a princess which means you've gotta be my prince."

"A prince? Do you even have a costume for that?"

"I'll check," Sam dug further into her box. "Here. You can wear these." She threw a black waistcoat that was about ten sizes too big for him and a plastic crown at him.

"Ow! Sam!"

"Sorry! Just get changed already, I wanna play!"

"Okay, okay!"

The pair changed quickly, Freddie putting his waistcoat on over his shirt and sorting out his crown in Sam's mirror, whilst Sam hurried off to the bathroom to get changed. Three minutes later she was back and demanding Freddie do up the back of her dress. Once they were done, the game began.

"Okay, what's your name gonna be?" Sam asked Freddie.

Freddie shrugged, "I don't know."

"Freddie! You have to say it in character."

"Fine! What do you think I should be called Princess Puckett?"

Sam beamed, "Princess Puckett?"

Freddie nodded, "It's not to daffodil-y but it's still you."

Sam blushed and quickly started their game of pretend.

The pair played make believe for hours until they tired out and sat down at Sam's bedroom window.

"That was fun," Freddie said breathlessly as he sat down beside Sam. He'd just been saved by Sam from a terrifying dragon and she'd made him run up and down her room at least six times.

"Yeah," She smiled. "But it's not over."

"What d'you mean?" Freddie asked, dreading the moment she said he had to do more running.

"The prince and princess have to have their happily ever after."

"How are we supposed to do that?"

"Well, what if Princess Puckett 'dies' and then you have to save her with a hug?" Now Sam knew that the princess was always saved with a kiss but to Sam the thought of kissing was just gross, and Freddie agreed.

Freddie nodded and stepped aside for Sam to 'die'.

"Prince help!" Sam yelled dramatically before throwing herself to the ground.

"Princess Puckett!" Freddie wailed, playing along. "Oh no! Wake up! Wake up! How am I supposed to save you? You can't die, you just saved me from a dragon, the least I can do is save you from... death." And with that Freddie wrapped his arms around Sam and picked her up.

"Oh my gosh! I'm alive!" Sam laughed happily.

The game came to and end and the two fell into giggles on Sam's bed.

"Thanks for saving me Freddie," Sam smiled pulling Freddie in for a thank you hug.

"No problem, Princess Puckett," Freddie said, wrapping his arms around her small body and kissing her on the cheek.

Present Day

Sam was pushed out of her revere by Carly showing up, "What a locker." It's funny how there were tons of people around but the only person to break through Sam's memories was Carly.

"I know," Sam and Freddie said in unison, both still gazing longingly at the locker ahead.

"It makes me feel sad for lesser lockers."

"I could fit a whole editting bay in there," Freddie said, causing Sam to roll her eyes mentally, figures, a nub like him would think of something as stupid as that.

"You could fit a body in there," It was a second or two after saying this before Sam noticed her two friends staring at her. "If one needed to," She corrected.

"Tesing. One, two tesing," The crowd turned upon hearing Principal Franklin fumble around with the microphone. "Microphone. Microphone. Microphone. Micro - Alright, students, as you know we're having a contest to see which lucky one of you will get locker 239." The crowd cheered at this. "Okay, settle down. Settle down. Now as you can see, this large glass tank contains many induvidually wrapped fatcakes."

"FATCAKES YEAH!" Sam roared. Sam looked around to see everyone staring at her and she soon regretted her little, outburst.

Principal Franklin sighed, knowing this was just something Sam did. "Now, the student who guesses closest to the exact number of fat cakes in this tank wins locker 239." Some in crowd began humming with talk on how exactly they, they being the induviduals in the group, was gonna win, whilst other let out another cheer. Sam refrained from either, still feeling embarassed about her previous outburst. "Gibby, you have a question?"

"Yes," Gibby said, stepping out of the crowd so Principal Franklin could see him better. "How many fat cakes are in that tank?"

"Oh gibby, there's so much not right about you," Principal Franklin stated, and Sam couldn't help but agree with him. "Alright, take a look at the tank, and write down your name and your guess on one of these blue cards and drop it into the decorative box."

Sam moved forward to collect a blue card. She looked at the tank for all of ten seconds whilst Freddie rattled on about the method he was gonna use to callculate the number of fat cakes. "I got it."

"Oh right?" Freddie groaned.

"You already have your guess?" Carly laughed in disbelief.

Sam snorted, "It's not a guess. I got the answer."

"How?" Freddie asked, she knew he wouldn't believe her.

"Mama knows her fat cakes."

"Come on you can't figure it out without some kind of method," Freddie argued.

Carly looked at them, a disturbed look on her face, "Gibby has a method."

Turning arund Sam saw Gibby, shirtless (What's new there?) rubbing himself up and down against the glass tank.

"Gibby? What're you doing?" Sam asked, because in all honesty this was even weirder than... well, anything.

"My thang!" Gibby said waggling his eyebrows.

June 26th

The next morning Sam arrived bright and early ready for Principal Franklin to announce her as the winner of locker 239, after all 'Mama knows her fat cakes.'

"I hold in my hand, the name of the lucky student who will get locker 239!" Principal Franklin spoke.

"Where's Carly?" Sam asked, leaning closer to Freddie.

"She over slept this morning shh!"

'Wow, Freddie must really be eager to find out who won, if he was willing to pass up talking about Carly', Sam thought.

"Now, before I announce the winner, I feel compelled to tell you the worst guess," Principal Franklin smiled out at the students, and as Sam listened to Gibby chant, "Please be Gibby, Please be Gibby" over and over she had a strong feeling she knew who's guess it was. "Which was, five."

"I won!" Gibby yelled. "I WON!"

"No Gibby," Principal Franklin said, stopping the boy from removing his shirt. "You didn't win. In fact your guess was so far off we're calling your parents and having you tested."

"Again?" Gibby asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Sam couldn't help but feel sorta sorry for the kid, after all not even she'd been tested, and apparently they were testing Gibby 'again'. So, in a slight attempt to draw the attention away from the hurt Gibby Sam shouted, "Say the winner!"

"The winner of locker 239 is Freddie Benson," Principal Franklin smiled.

"YES!" Freddie yelled victoriously, jumping up and pumping his fist in the air. "Up top," He said, as he began high fiving random members of the crowd.

"Freddie's guess was exactly correct, two thousand seven hundered eighteen fat cakes."

"HA! In your face you blonde headed demon!" Freddie gloated.

Sam did not move she did not say anything, because to be honest she was rather wazzed. Why? Because her guess was -

"Ah, hang on a second," Principal Franklin said.

"Huh?" Freddie answered, his victory happiness ceasing.

"It seems another student has also guessed the number correctly."

Sam smirked and walked over to Freddie, placing her hand on his shoulder. This was gonna be goooood!

"Oh no," Freddie groaned as realisation hit him like Sam's fist.

"And the other winner, who will share locker 239 with Freddie, is... Sam Puckett!"

"OW!" Sam cried as she began her victory dancing, "Oh yeah! Sam's a winner! Puckett is a winner yet again Freward," And with that she pushed him to the ground as to add insult to injury or rather injury to insult. "Told ya Mama knows fat cakes."

The boy just never seems to learn.

June 27th - 8:15am

Another day in which Sam had gotten up early to arrive at school, only this time it was with the intention of annoying Freddie. It didn't take Sam long to set up her latest 'Freddie irritant' and after that it took even less time to attract a crowd. And soon Freddie arrived, at which point the 'party' was in full swing. the crowd was dancing and laughing, and Sam was playing 'Guitar God' alongside some kid in the grade below.

"Okay, what is going on?" Freddie said, frustration clear in his voice.

"Not now," Sam growled, shoving him out of the way. After all, she was on a roll with this whole Guitar God thing. "SUPER SOLO!"

In fact she was so into the game she barely even noticed Freddie step forward and pause the game.

"Dude! What up?"

"What did you do to my locker?"

"My locker."

"Our locker!"

"When did you turn into my wife?" Sam sneered. Though she would never admit it out loud, the thought of being married to Freddie... wasn't a bad one. Not a bad one at all.

"Sam -" He began but she cut him off.

"I made it into a little hang out."

"You're gonna get us in trouble," He reasoned.

"Check out what I did," She laughed, not paying attention to a word he was saying. She pulled out a remote from her pocket pushed a button and the speakers in the locker blared, "RANDOM DANCING!"

"Sam," Freddie said in an attempt to get her attention but she ignored him and danced around him, encouraging others to join in. "Sam. Sam!"

It was at that moment a random student yelled, "TEACHER!"

At that moment everyone scarped not wanting a detention. Sam handed Freddie the remote as he stood there rooted to the spot.

This day just get's better and better She thought smirking to herself, as she ran off down the hallway.

3:12pm

Sam walked down the hall smriking to herself, all the while working on her next scheme to irritate Freddie. It would have to be something big. Something that would make the veins in his neck pop out.

"Hey."

Sam turned to see Freddie standing beside their locker. Sam almost laughed, so he couldn't open it, huh? Well good!

"I can't get our locker open," He said, stating the obvious.

"I know. I changed the combination."

"Why?"

"I thought it might irritate you."

"Okay, that's it. I can't share this locker with you anymore," He said.

Is this what she wanted all along? Did she really want to go as far as to get rid of the boy? After all, this was the only time she really saw him, just him and her. "Look, why don't we talk about this later okay?"

As she began walking away, he stopped her. Looking back on it she could have carried on walking, but this was Freddie, and she wanted to spend as much time as she could with him, especially since she could have been dead not long after. "No, why don't we talk about this -"

"Dude! My mom just had laser eye surgery this afternoon and she's coming to pick me up, so I gotta get outside,"

To Sam this was something completely normal, though to anyone else it just sounded dangerous. "This won't take long. I am prepared to offer yo - Wait, your mom had laser eye surgery today and she's driving a car?" Freddie said flabbergasted.

Sam shrugged. Clearly the boy knew nothing of her life these days, "I didn't say she makes good decisions."

"And you're getting in the car with her?"

"I didn't say I make good decisions," Admitedly even Sam knew how dangerous this could be but then again, she had a thirst for danger and thrilling experiences. It was in her blood.

Freddie scoffed and began thumbing through a wad of cash he'd had in his bag.

"Now what about this offer?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah. I am prepared to offer you two hundered bucks," He said holding out the money. "For your half of the locker."

Sam didn't even need to wonder where he'd got the money from, ever since he was a little kid Freddie had been real tight about spending his money. The nub saved penny after penny. Of course, if Sam had wanted something, she was always the exception. Sam snorted, "Done." Easy money.

As she began to wakl away she knew Freddie would follow, "Done?"

She turned to look at him, making no attempt to hide the now obvious smirk on her pink lips, "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I thought you'd ask for more?" Freddie said seemingly shocked. His voice sounded different too, it was like he believed in that moment they'd slip into their old ways again, but even if they had it wouldn't last long. Things change.

"I've been missing having a locker next to Carly's so I was gonna give you that one anyway," The blonde lied. Okay, so that statement was only halft true, indeed she had missed Carly but at the same time sharing a locker with Freddie was an advantage. It meant she could prank him easily. I meant she could copy is homework before class. And it also meant they could actually have a small conversation without the threat of having to argue hanging over their heads.

"Well, if you were gonna give me the locker anyway then I want my money back!" Freddie exclaimed.

At that moment there was a screech of car tyres and in came a car crashing through the wall, straight into locker 239. Sam dived towards the wall closest to her in order to sheild herself from flying pieces of locker and window. Other students who had been lobbying about in the hallway screamed and dashed away, whilst Freddie ran towards Sam and pressed her hard against the wall, almost as if he were protecting her...

"Beep! Beep!"

"There's my mom now," Sam expalined upon recognising her Mom's beat up 1980s station wagon. The fact that a compact Japanese car of that period could do that much damage to a school building that was built in the early-20th Century didn't say much for the construction of the school itself. She removed herself from Freddie's, surprisingly warm and comfortable, grasp, and made her way to the car. "Nice driving Mom!" She called. Shoving the rubble out of the way sam opened the trunk of the car and climbed in. She waved Freddie's cash and smirked, "Later." and with that her Mom drove off leaving Freddie and what was left of locker 239 behind in the dust.

11:56pm

Sam lay in bed that night, and smiled in her recap of todays events. Considering the amount of annoyance she had caused her friend she was pretty darn proud, and she'd gotten two hundered bucks out of it! She looked over to the tin box on her chest of drawers in which she kept all her cash. Now she was up to something like six hundred dollars, give or take. How had Sam saved it? You might ask. Well, when you spend everybody's money (Namely Freddie's) except your own, you begin to save up a hefty amount of your own cash. What with finding it and racking up her allowance every month.

So today would be labelled a success in her mind. The only thing left to do tonight was to begin planning her next prank on the poor nub. When she had become friends with Freddie, no one had ever informed him of the consequences that came with being Samantha Puckett's friend. Sam, of course, was thankful for this, as it created plenty of entertainment for her. Though, sometimes, when it was late on nights much like tonight for instance, Sam lay in bed and wondered what life would be like for her and Freddie had Carly never entered the picture...