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AN: It's a three shot that will probably be moved up to a T rating. Hope you enjoy!

Fredward Benson sighed as he opened the dusty old textbook. That amazing smell, the one that only comes to you in a library when surrounded by dozens of books that contain knowledge and wisdom, came bursting out from between the pages. He fought the urge to move his nose closer to the book and just smell it.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the smell and reached down to his laptop carrier, or as Sam had 'affectionately' termed it, his man purse of dorkiness. He scoffed at the thought of Sam and brought out his essential utensils. He laid them on the right hand side of his book in alphabetical order.

It was one thing he mother had drilled into him. Everything had to be in alphabetical order. Even as he began to re-arrange the utensils, starting with eraser and ending with sharpener, he thought about his insane attraction to the alphabet. It was also one of the secret reasons behind his attraction to Carly. Her name began with a C, and the very next letter was an A! It amused him to no end when he first met her, and the realization that together, her first name coupled with his last name would be two consecutive alphabet letters in reverse sealed the deal.

It also helped that she was pretty, smart, caring and-

No. He was not going down that road again. He refused to let himself fall in love with Carly Shay again, especially since he finally managed to convince all those around him that the stupid crush was over. That was all that it was, a stupid silly--

Thud. The slamming of another book brought Freddie out of his musings with a jerk. He scowled, cursing the person for not only treating the library books with so little respect, but also for sending another wave of that heavenly scent his way. He groaned, realizing that there was no way he could fight it. He had to inhale it, just once.

He looked around, thankful for the fact that his cubicle was snuggled into a back corner. He checked to see if there was anyone around who could possibly make fun of his insane attraction to the scent of the musky old books.

Good.

The coast was clear, so he closed the book. He opened it once again, to a random page, and the scent came gushing out once again. He breathed in deeply before moving in. He inhaled once, let the scent settle over his senses and was about to inhale again when-

"Yo, Freddork, where's the book the Randy Jackson lover….." Sam stopped mid-way.

Freddie tried to sit up straight but it was of no use. Samantha Puckett had seen him in yet another moment of weakness.

He looked at her defiantly, as though daring her to make her move.

Her face was unreadable for all of two seconds before she burst into laughter.

He shrunk back into his chair and attempted to disappear into the wall, or the ground.

"God, Dork, I did not realize that books were your thing," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "And here I was, thinking you were crazy about Carly."

He attempted to make sense of what was happening, when the words flew out of his mouth.

"I saw a bug and didn't recognize it," he said shakily. Could she see through his lies as easily as she could give wedgies?

"So you attempted to inhale it," she smirked at him, still laughing. "God, that's just creepy, even for a geek like you."

"Look, Sam," he shot back. "This is already humiliating enough. Can you just tell me what it is that you wanted, so I can get back to my report?"

"Calm down there, Fredweird," she replied, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But, I gotta ask, why on earth would you attempt to smell a book? They're old and dusty." She dragged out the 'dusty', making sure he was aware of her feelings on the subject.

Freddie winced at the utter bewilderment that seemed to be oozing from her. Ever since the 10th grade, she had stopped with the wedgies at ungodly hours of the day, as well as most of her violent tendencies towards him.

That didn't mean she stopped being verbally abusive.

He sighed once again before raising his eyes to meet hers.

"I like the smell," he said. "It clears my mind, and …it forces my mind away from things."

"And….." Sam pressed on. There was no way she knew that there could be more reasons behind his liking of books.

"That's it," he crossed his arms defiantly.

Sam laughed once more before she reached for a nearby stool and settled down on it. She leaned forward, ruffled his hair, and held it in her grip before looking him straight in the eye.

"Look, Bug Inhaler, just because you can lie to Carly's face easily doesn't mean you can do the same to me," she said tugging at his hair harder.

Ow. It seemed that the violent tendencies that had been thought to be locked away were just lying dormant.

Freddie attempted to drop his eyes from her gaze, but a strong tug at his head forced him to stay connected to her eyes.

"I like words," he said finally. "Alphabets, in general, actually. And every old book that I open has its own unique scent. I like smelling them."

He managed to drop his gaze from hers, and looked at the ground. Sam appeared to be frozen. She let go of the tuft of hair she had grabbed.

"Look, Benson," she said. "There is nothing wrong with being addicted to an unusual smell."

Freddie's eyes shot up to meet hers, looking to see if it was a prank. It wasn't. She looked like she meant it, she seemed sincere.

"Yes," there was the arrival of her sarcastic side! "I know what you mean, because I smell ham. It's nothing bad, just personal preference. I know Carly even smells socks."

She nodded her head, as though lost in deep understanding, and swung her legs upon his desk.

He scowled before shoving her legs off. She shot him a look that clearly told him to back off and he made no further verbal issues when she returned her legs to his desk.

On top of his beloved book. Her legs were on top of it. He couldn't prevent his eyes from twitching at the sight, and prayed that she would be merciful enough to remove her legs. She laughed again as she removed her legs and grabbed his pencil.

She stood up, twirled it between her fingers and left. Her voice echoed back to her in the library.

"Don't think this is the last of it Benson," stated her voice. "I'm sure the iCarly viewers would love to find out about your book smelling tendencies."

He shook his head as the library erupted into whispers. Sam was like that. She was unpredictable, a puzzle that no one in the world had a chance of putting together.

He allowed a small grin to touch his lips before shaking his head. He looked down at his desk, and realized that not only had she walked away, whistling, with his pencil, but also had scrambled up his perfectly made up essential utensils.

He let a small chuckle escape from his throat before picking up his pen that had rolled off to the side. He held it in his hands before setting it on top of his book.

Maybe somethings could afford to be different, he thought as he gazed at the pen.

If he thought it through completely, even though the pen could create some blots on the paper, it looked and made much more sense than being in alphabetical order.

Go figure.

AN: it's in the process of being done, and it'll probably move along faster in the next two chapters. Review, and don't be afraid to trash me!!!lol

PS: Anyone care to be my beta reader?? I really wish that I had one......