Hey, peoples. Okay, so I didn't have any ideas at all, then I remembered this one. I'd thought of it at about 10-11 pm the night I saw iMust Have Locker 239.

Also, I'm working on a Seddie video…if anyone knows where to download iCarly episodes, please PM me.

Disclaimer: The beginning is from iMust Have Locker 239 (just skim that part, the parts from episodes will be underlined), and there's two scenes from iCook at some point. Otherwise, only the eventual plot is mine.

iDon't Understand This Feeling

Chapter One: iMust Have Locker 239


Walking through the halls of Ridgeway, I saw Freddork struggling to open Locker 239. He turned around and saw me.

"Hey, I can't get our locker open," he said.

"I know. I changed the combination," I replied smugly.


"I thought it might irritate you." I grinned slightly, waiting for Fredward's reaction.

"Okay, that's it! I can't share this locker with you anymore!" he cried. Success!

I started to walk away. "Look, why don't we talk about this later, okay?" It wasn't really a question, more like this-is-what-you're-going-to-do-so-just-deal-with-it.

But Freddie had chosen now to be stubborn. "No, why don't we talk about this n—"

"Dude! My mom just had laser eye surgery this afternoon and she's coming to pick me up, so I gotta get outside!" I said, in an attempt to get away. Once again, though, Freddie pulled me back.

"This won't take long," he started, pulling something out of his pocket. "I am prepared to offer you—" He looked up suddenly, realizing what I had said. "Wait, your mom had laser eye surgery today and she's driving a car?"

"I didn't say she makes good decisions," I scoffed, shrugging.

"And you're getting in the car with her?" If I didn't know better, I'd say the nub actually cared. But why would he care about me? He's in love with his precious Carly, I thought sadly. Wait, since when do I care what he thinks?

I blew off my thoughts with, "I didn't say I make good decisions!" He snorted, almost a laugh. "Now, about this offer?" I added, suddenly curious.

"Oh, yeah. I am prepared to offer you two hundred bucks for your half of the locker."

Smiling, I took the cash. "Done!"

"Done?" Confused, he followed me.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, I thought you'd ask for more." Wow, he does know me, doesn't he?

"Nah. I've been missing having a locker next to Carly, so I was gonna give you that one anyway." I smiled and walked away with what was now my money.

"Well if you were gonna give me the locker anyway, then I want my money back!" Freddie demanded. Then we could hear the screeching of tires and a car crashed through Locker 239.

Without really meaning to, I pressed myself against the nearest wall. And I'm sure Freddie didn't mean to either, but he put his hands on my shoulders and shielded me a little, like he was trying to protect me. Nice, coming from anyone but Fredward.

"There's my mom now," I said, escaping Freddie's grasp as he just stood there looking shocked. "Nice driving, Mom!" Pushing rubble out of the way, I yanked open the trunk and hopped in the back. Just before closing it, I waved my new money at him. "Later!"

Freddie POV

Sam's mom drove off to leave me standing alone. "Goodbye, Locker 239," I said, looking around. "And my money."

Mr. Howard came running up, shouting about what had happened. Seeing me, he dragged me off to give me whatever punishment he was going to.

But I didn't care. All I could think about was my insane, ridiculous urge to shield Sam when the car crashed through. I couldn't explain it; it was like all that had gone through my head was Protect Sam. Crazy, right? And then when I was…it felt like I was supposed to or something. She must've noticed me doing it, and I'm surprised she didn't slaughter me.

"Freddie? Freddie?" Suddenly I was aware of Principal Franklin calling my name. When did we get here?


"What happened to locker 239?"

No way I was going to tell him it was Sam's mom. She'd get expelled! Not that she'd care. So I said, "A deranged drunk driver crashed through the wall and then drove away." It was the best I could think of.

"A drunk driver?"


"Did you see the license plate or anything?"

"No, they crashed through from the front and there was no license plate there. There was no damage to the car either, just the wall."

"Well, that doesn't help us any," Principal Franklin said obviously, mostly to himself. Then, louder: "Thank you, Freddie, you can go now."

With a quick nod, I left, listening to Principal Franklin grumble to himself. I heard him pick up the phone and say, "Someone just crashed through the wall of my school…" He must be calling the police.

When I see Sam, I'm gonna kill her.


As Mom drove, I tried various times to climb up to the front seat; finally succeeding, I thought about what had happened earlier with Freddie. He gave me free money! And then Locker 239 got crushed. It was better than any prank I'd ever pulled on the boy, anyway.

"You did good, Mom," I said without even realizing it. She turned her head toward me, her eyes covered with something for the surgery.

"With what?"

"Uh, nothing." Man, I really need to stop doing that!

A little voice in the back of my head said, But what about the other thing that happened with Freddie? Oh, yeah. How good it had felt when he'd tried to "protect" me. He probably hadn't noticed a thing, and here I am all worried.

Okay, so that's it for Chapter 1. Sorry to end it so soon, since most of it was just from the episode—there'll be more if you guys like it, though I don't really like this story so far; I hope it might get better. I'm trying to make this my first multi-chapter.

Thoughts? (Also, if anyone can think of a better title, let me know.)