iMakeover (an iCarly Story)

1. Only The Beginning

Edit (2020): Hey guys, I'm Dustin! just a regular ol' 23 year old guy who used to write iCarly fanfiction! I wrote this when I was a 14 year old fan boy but it's the first story I ever finished so it still has a warm place in my heart. Everything under this edit is from 2013-2014. Enjoy!

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Cover made by @Numinosity, a wonderful writer and cover-maker xD

2014: I do own iCarly. In fact, Nathan Kress is handcuffed and gagged and has been living under my bed for the past 3 days, 6 hours, and 45 seconds. Jk, I'm just messin' with you. I don't own iCarly (or have Nathan living under my bed-if I did, you would all know because I would have already forced him to take off his shirt so I could take pics of his abs and post them all over the Internet. Has anyone else noticed the substantial lack of Nathan's abs on here? It sucks.) Anyway, sorry for the rant. Here's the story. Enjoy, R&R, vote, favorite, all that good stuff.

(Spring of their junior year, Carly and Freddie are 17; Sam is 16, turning 17 in June)

A/N: I'm rewriting a few things in some of the chapters. Nothing too big. It was just bothering me that I was making Sam seem kinda weak and both of them not resistant enough to the idea of each other, like they would be if this were real and not just me living vicariously through the lives of fictional characters. I'll try harder in the future chapters to do better. Sorry if that annoyed you like it did me! AND PLEASE COMMENT! I'm really depressed so many people read but there are so few comments! Does that mean you hate it? Do you hate me? Do you hate all these super long authors notes in like every chapter? I bet you do, at least the authors notes part anyway. So tell me!

*flips over table. Starts crying hysterically. Everyone in room looks at each other, before casually backing out of said room*

Freddie's P.O.V.

"Dork!"

"Demon!"

"Nerd!"

"Blonde!"

"Blonde?"

"I ran out of insults, okay!"

Sam laughs and I can't help but grin a little. I just made Sam Puckett laugh. I mean, sure, she's laughing at me, but at least she's laughing.

.........Oh. Wow. I just realized how pathetic that sounded. I mean, I'm seventeen at this point. I have to stop acting like such a dweeb.

"I agree with you wholeheartedly on that, Fredward," Sam says, breaking me out of my thoughts and I realize I said that last bit out loud. Whoops. "But since I'm feeling particularly generous today, I'll help you and your dweebishness out. I will allow you to buy me a smoothie-"

"Gee, thanks, like I don't do that every time we come here." I cut in sarcastically.

"Anddd, as I was about to say, before I was rudely interrupted, iCarly needs a new segment, so I will do you the honor of allowing you to star in it."

"Oh, you would, would you?" I ask suspiciously. "What is it about?"

"Well," she starts out, dragging it out. She's refusing to look me in the eye so it can't be good. "You know how the viewers have been begging us to do a segment that would be a take off on that show, What Not to Wear?"

Uh-oh.

"I don't like where this is going." I say warily.

"Well, you know how much Carly loves playing dress up and since it would be boring to do it on her since she's already all girly and since she looked like she was going to ask me to do it, I volunteered you!" She trails off weakly, with a hopeful smile.