My first multi-chapter iCarly Story; this is quite exciting for me. Its actually almost done being written, I've been working on it since June, I have maybe three or four chapters left which will make it roughly twenty eight chapters long. As this is the first chapter its a little on the slow side but the story picks up quickly enough and I've included a longer summery to peak your interest. It is a Seddie story but Carly has a sub plot that ties into the main plot. Its a little more dramatic than I usually write; I'm more about fluffy stuff.

Summary: Halfway through the semester and school is going well. Freddie has agreed to take the weight training class as his P.E. elective with Sam and Gibby and does not fail to impress his fellow students. Sam's life is turned upside when a video of her hits the school web page and the boy who took it blackmails her. Carly's oblivious to Sam's predicament do to being caught up in the emotional roller coaster brought on by her boyfriend, AP classes and the iCarly comments Freddie's been monitoring. Freddie knows that when the girls say they're okay its a ruse; all he wants are for them to go back to the way they were.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

iAm Not Okay

Chapter One

The gym at Bushwell Plaza wasn't the typical gym. Sure it had all the necessary equipment but it lacked the overpowering smell of sweat and the squeak of sneakers on the floor. It had few patrons as it seemed the residents of Bushwell were on the lazy side because the only regulars in the gym were two teenage boys. They weren't even boys you'd expect to see; ask anyone and they'd likely call them nerds.

Freddie gripped the bar above him tightly.

Deep breath.

5, 4, 3, 2, lift.

Freddie pushed up on the bar but to his surprise it didn't budge. He'd lifted this much weight before it shouldn't have been such a problem. He took another deep breath and tried again. This time the bar went up about an inch before clashing back down and Freddie shot up gripping his arm.

He made a strained noise followed by a much clearer, "Gibby!"

"You okay bro?"

"How much weight did you add to the bar?"

"Twenty pounds to each side like you asked." He said as he double checked the weights.

"I meant twenty pounds overall, not on both sides."

"Well be more specific next time." Freddie shot a mean look at the taller boy. He'd asked Gibby to come to the gym with him to be a spotter, not to try to kill him. He massaged his arm as Gibby adjusted the weights again.

He had been excited when Bushwell Plaza had added a gym to their building for the tenants. He hadn't been able to convince his mom to let him go to a gym because he could get hurt but having one in their building had helped his argument and he'd been allowed to go a few times a week for a couple of months now. It was going great.

Carly took a breath after spewing out nearly a page of information to Sam. The likelihood of eating disorders versus the likelihood of obesity and who was most susceptible to it. She placed a sticky note in the textbook marking the statistics. "I think we should we should try and incorporate this on to the display as it applies to the age of our audience, we could maybe even take the whole presentation in this direction, what do you think Sam-Sam?" Carly looked up from the book propped against her knees. Sam was sitting at the other end of the couch fast asleep.

Carly sighed and nudged her friend in the side with her foot. Sam jolted awake. "Huh?"

"I'm not putting your name on this project if you don't help me."

Sam groaned and shifted to face Carly. "I'm tired, I need food."

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Carly gestured to the kitchen where Spencer was cooking dinner; he had yet to tell them what it was. "Now will you please give me some input on this its due at the end of the week."

"I would if you'd give me something to put input in to," the blonde reasoned. Carly glared, turned back to the textbook ready to repeat the statistics when the apartment door swung open and was promptly slammed shut and locked by Freddie.

"What up with you Benson?" Sam asked.

Carly looked over her shoulder. "You're supposed to be at the gym with Gibby."

"I think I pulled a muscle in my arm," he said dropping down on the chair's foot rest. "My mom got home and caught me putting ice on it; she's ready to take me to the ER."

"Do you need to go to the ER?" Carly asked.

"No, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Positive," he proved his point by stretching his arms out in front of him and then above his head. Carly watched him carefully for another moment before shrugging. "Okay." She stood, tossed her book on to the couch and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Unfortunately now my mom has deemed the gym as "too dangerous" and has forbidden me from going back." Carly reentered the room and handed him an ice pack.

"Aw, just when I thought you might be turning into a jock." Carly smiled and ruffled his hair. He batted her hand away.

"Carls, Freddork could live at the gym and he'd still be a nerd." Sam said as she sat up properly. However, and Sam wouldn't say this out loud, she did like that Freddie was going to the gym; it made there fights a little more interesting. That and an attractive nerd was always more enjoyable to have around.

"You know you could always take the weight training and conditioning class at school." She suggested casually. This was their last week of health class and they needed to decide which P.E. credit they would be picking up for the second half of the semester. She had picked the weight training class to play to her strengths, literally, but having Freddie in the class could be amusing.

"She's right," Carly agreed sitting back down next to Sam. "You're mom doesn't have to know it's anymore than a regular required gym class, you have access to the school's weight room and you get credit for it."

"I don't know," Freddie didn't mind using the new gym at the apartments because he didn't have to interact with the kids from school.

"Come on Benson, between me, Gibby and the coach we might still be able to make a man out of you."

Rather than retort back Freddie rolled his eyes and leaned his head back to think. Six months ago he would have refused immediately. Stupid insecurities. But now he liked to think he didn't have so much to worry about.

"Alright, I'll do it," Freddie agreed. He glanced at the door and then back at the girls. "Could I stay for din-"

"Dinner is served!"

Spencer entered the living room balancing four plates each carrying a slice of what looked like pizza. They were passed around and as Carly took her plate she looked more carefully at the toppings. She wasn't sure what was on it but it definitely wasn't pepperoni.

"Spencer what kind of pizza is this?"

Spencer swallowed the bite he'd taken. "Leftover dinner pizza."

"And what exactly is on the leftover dinner pizza?"

"Monday's leftover meatloaf, Tuesday's leftover pork chops, and the leftover bacon from this morning."

"Of course," Carly said finally taking a bite. It wasn't that bad.

"You guys never have leftovers," Freddie said, also after accepting the food as edible. "Were you under house arrest again Sam?"

"Ha, ha." She glared briefly at him before returning to her own already half eaten slice of pizza.

"She was avoiding helping me with our health project," Carly explained. "Speaking of which do you have any idea how bad this is for us."

Sam only heard about half the reasons the pizza was early death on a plate before she was in the kitchen to get two or three more slices. It would frustrate Carly to no end that she ate like a grown man and wasn't overweight or out of shape while the brunette was a healthy eater and exercised regularly. She chalked it up to good genetics, the only thing she'd ever thank her family for. The one thing about her body that ever bothered her was when she was too short to reach the cookies on the top shelf of the cabinet. To get them it either meant exerting energy or asking for help; neither solutions she was pleased with choosing.

"After we finish dinner Sam we have to finish this project," Carly shouted from the living room.

"Can't we work on it tomorrow it's not due till Friday."

"I've got my date tomorrow and we both know you won't do any of the work unless I'm there forcing you to."

Sam grunted, returning her attention to her pizza and was joined by Freddie who had come to retrieve a second piece before she finished it. It was also likely he wanted to get out of the living room. No one was really a big fan of Carly's new boyfriend but at least Sam and Freddie just avoided talking about him. Spencer made no attempt to like him. Brian seemed nice, but something about him just bothered the group.

"So how many dates have you been on with that boy?" Spencer asked.

"Tomorrow's will make five."

Carly knew what he was getting at; none of her relationships ever lasted past a few dates. It was something no one could explain, even when she seemed to be completely compatible with the boy of the month.

Five dates was longer than average but they could all tell Spencer was waiting for Carly to run in crying from her break up only to be completely over it by morning.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my story. If you're not convinced yet the next chapter I'll put up in a few days might do the trick. I do hope you will continue reading. And if it means anything to you it should update regularly. Leave a review.

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