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The Prequel: They Meet a Kid

A/N: A prequel. I write a prequel when I have to study for exams. Filipino and Math exams at that! It'll probably be a breeze, since the first four exams were easy enough :/ I guess... I hope...

Anyway, enjoy! I don't own iCarly, btw ^-^

Freddie entered his school through the front doors with a smile on his face. He just had the most delicious breakfast ever: PANCAKES!

But his day was ruined as soon as Sam Puckett turned a corner and they were suddenly face to face. Freddie immediately took a step back, in most cases he was this close to Sam or any part of her body it usually resulted to a trip to the hospital.

Sam looked surprised at almost colliding with somebody then smirked at seeing Freddie. She put a hand on her hip, "How's our little Frederick doing today?" She joked.

Freddie smiled at her, a bit mockingly, "Wonderful, Sam! Had the best breakfast."

"Really?" Sam questioned. Then her eyes lit up, "Bacon~"

Freddie laughed, "No, not bacon!" It was his turn then to get all sigh-y like a fangirl would to her OTP finally getting canon, "Pancakes~"

Sam snorted. Freddie snapped out of his daze, "Hey! It was quality."

"Quality my butt, if you have to add something to it to make it delicious, mh-hm, nope. Mama ain't buyin'."

Freddie rolled his eyes and walked away to his locker. Sam followed, her red backpack on one shoulder. Freddie knelt down in front of his locker and entered his locker combination. Sam watched and snickered.

"Nice locker combo."

"Shut up."

He got his things and stood up. Sam was leaning on the other lockers casually watching him. A sophomore guy walked up to Sam, "What?" She said feircely, crossing her arms over her chest.

The trembling boy gulped and let out a squeak, "Th-that's kind of... mh'... l'cker..."

"Can't hear you!"

The boy yelped, "Th-th-tha-that's my locker... ma'am."

"Don't you 'ma'am' me, do I look like I'm ninety years old?!"

"No, ma'am- I-I mean lady- person!"

Sam grimaced, "You're pathetic," she concluded. Freddie rolled his eyes again and grabbed her wrist. He dragged her to her and Carly's lockers.

"Hey!" She exclaimed. They watched the boy open his locker hastily and... look down at his pants. The boy whimpered and ran to the bathroom. Sam laughed hysterically and, to his surprise, Freddie found himself chuckling away.

"Did you see-?!"

"That was so-- embarrassing-!"

Once the laughter died down (and the staring got old), they leaned against the lockers. Sam bit her bottom lip, just like she did when she was thinking.

"What now, Sam?" Freddie inquired. Sam smirked devilishly, "I have a plan."

Freddie clicked his tongue, just like he did when he was thinking, "Want to-"

Sam didn't even let him finish, "Let's do it!"

They ran (or walked fast) the short distance to the boy's open locker. Sam massacred the books and notepads while Freddie kept watch. He was actually pretty cool when Carly wasn't around. Perfect partner in crime.

"Sam? Freddie?"

Speak of the devil.

The two faced the origin of the voice, alert as a soldier would to their sergeant.

Carly looked from the two to the locker that still had ripped pieces of paper flying around and back, "What were you two doing?"

Sam closed the locker and laughed stiffly, "C'mon, Carls! You don't know? Freddie and I were just cleaning up this poor boy's locker! Let me tell ya, it is a mess in there."

"Yeah! Like a volcano erupted ripped notepads and broken pencils!" Freddie joined.

"I know, right? Honestly, clean up!"

Just then, the boy arrived. Sam and Freddie looked at him and the boy stared back. He then looked like he was about to sob, "But I just changed my pants!" He cried. Then he ran back to the bathroom.

Sam and Freddie dared a look at Carly. She looked murderous, "No bacon," she pointed a finger at Sam who looked offended, "and no pancakes," Freddie opened his mouth to protest but Carly cut him off.

"For a week! Both of you!" Carly then stomped off. "What? No!" Sam and Freddie chorused, as always. They didn't even bother asking why they always do that.

Sam spoke after a few minutes, "You started it."

Freddie groaned, "Don't play that game, Sam."

A/N: Someone ship Freddie x Pancakes with me. Please.