A/N: Just a heads up, I tried to edit my first chapter (to improve it!) but the editting won't save, or at least, hasn't shown up. So, if you find mistakes in Chapter One, don't worry, i've noticed them, but they just won't save!

DISCLAIMER: I am not affiliated with iCarly in any way, or do I own a part of it. Dan Schneider has all ownership of it, and i'm just a fan using his characters for my own and others entertainment!

Chapter Two

"A Picture says a Thousand Words"

Rain was hitting the window of our classroom heavily, and the pitter patter of it could be heard splashing against the roof.

"Alright class," Mr. Lewis' voice echoed through the room, "you guys have ten minutes left to finish your cameras." We had been working on them for about half an hour when our teacher said this.

Nearly completed, I melted two wires together, wrapping them around each other, and then shoved them back into the camera. I gently slid the cover of it back on, holding it in place with my hand.

Looking at my desk, I realised I had forgotten to get a screwdriver. Scoping the room, I spotted Shane, the boy who used to be my closest friend in AV club, until the Carly and Sam incident that happened last year.

"Shane," I yelled across the room, "do you think you could pass me the flat headed screwdriver?"

He looked in my direction, attempting not to make any eye contact with me.

"…sure." Shane paced over, placed the yellow-handled screwdriver onto my bench, and then walked off.

"Thanks." I twisted the small screws into the case and lifted the camera in my hands. I spun it around slowly between my fingers, closely inspecting it. Mr. Lewis came from behind and peered over my shoulder.

"It looks great, Fredward!"

"Please, call me Freddie," I corrected him. If anyone began calling me 'Fredward', I don't know what I'd do.

"Sorry, Freddie," he replied apologetically, "why don't you go outside and take a photo for me? Just to see if it works," he then winked.

Feeling a bit queasy, I nodded, and then rushed out of the room. What could I take a photo of? I thought to myself. Maybe a photo of rain hitting a puddle in the garden! I'm sure no one else would think to do that!

Pacing through the halls, I made my way to the back door. Opening it, it revealed outside, the way to the garden. I slid my hood over my head and stepped out into the rain. Looking for the biggest puddle, I cautiously walked around the grass, not wanting to step into a huge muddy mess. I'm sure if I did, my mother would make me bathe at least twice to get rid of the 'germs.'

"Wait for it to be sunny, never play out in the rain when it's muddy" I could hear my mother's voice echo in my head. She would make up similar sayings to discipline me when I was younger. A lot of them involved rhyming and singing.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I bent down over a puddle, camera set and ready in my hands. I was waiting for the perfect moment to snap of when a droplet hit the water.

Then I heard something. The sound of someone singing. Standing back up straight, I looked around, trying to listen to where it was coming from. I could hear the slow strumming of a guitar and a blissful voice going along with it.

"Just keep tugging, pushing, pulling, all my little heartstrings.
Got me all tied up in knots,
anytime I see your face…"

I was walking around the garden, looking for the voice of this girl. It started to get louder and louder as I made my way toward the big oak tree. The guitar kept strumming but no words were said anymore. Confused, I stood still and just listened. The girl let out a yelp, then a groan.

"Come on! I need lyrics!" I heard the voice say. I slowly tiptoed closer toward the strumming, and then hid behind a bush. I slid my camera out of my pocket, and poked it out around the bush. Without looking, I clicked it a few times, and then brought it back in before she had a chance to hear the camera.

I dashed through the rain and back into the school.

As I walked into AV club, Mr. Lewis looked at me and smiled.

"Ah, Freddie! We were just about to pack up. Just hand in your photo negatives and I'll develop them overnight, and hand them back to you tomorrow." I opened the backing of my camera, pulled the photo reel out, and passed it into his hand.

Everyone began to gather their belongings and walk out the door. Standing in the doorway, I looked left and right, searching for the blonde-haired demon.

"Sam?" I called out, "Sam, where are you?"

"Mhm! I'm mhin mheya!" I heard her voice echo, coming from the direction of the cafeteria.

Of course. Of course that's where Sam would be. Sam came waddling out of the cafeteria doors carrying half a chicken breast in between both of her hands.

"…why?"

"I was hungry, plus, no one in the canteen and lots of food, what else would I do? You're smart, you have a brain. Use it," she answered, while gulping down a piece of chicken.

"Well, my mom should be here soon, so let's go."

"Err, in a sec, I just need to drop something off…" Sam ran down the hall and walked in front of the very last door. She got onto her knees, and pulled a hair pin out and picked at the lock. She managed to unlock the door, and she pushed it inward. She flung a long black bag from her shoulder, and then disappeared into the darkness. About a minute later, she emerged without the bag.

"Okay, I'm ready," she said as she closed the door, and walked back to me.

We dashed through the rain and quickly opened the car doors. I hopped into the front, as Sam sat alone in the back.

"Oh… hello Samantha," my mom said, looking at her through the mirror in disgust. My mom never really liked Sam that much. She always told me that I shouldn't be hanging out with bad-influences like her.

"It's Sam," she corrected my mom. I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't like their full name.

"Right, sorry. Where am I taking you today?" My mom asked, "…home?"

"Nah, mom's got some skin infection or something, and wants me to pick the scabs," Sam was shivering at the thought, "just take me to the Groovy Smoothie."

"Is your mom okay?" I asked, slightly curious.

"She's okay, I'm just not gonna touch her disgusting skin. Melanie can do that."

"…Melanie?" my mom asked.

"She's my sister."

"Since when do you have a sister?"

"Since I was born?" Sam rolled her eyes.

"You don't have a sister!"

"Yes I do dipthong!"

"Samantha!"

"Sorry Mrs. B"

We pulled up in front of the Groovy Smoothie, and Sam hopped out. My mother faked a smile, and waved, while I raised my eyebrows at her. As we began to drive off, I saw Sam blow me a raspberry through the back mirror.

"I don't understand how you hang out with her! She's rude, and seems to call you names all the time!" my mother lectured me, concerned.

"That's just Sam, she's rude and calls everyone names."

What did you guys think of Chapter Two? I tried to upload it as soon as I could, so I can upload Chapter Three! Thankyou to those who PM'd me name ideas, i'll be using them soon! Keep checking back for more, 'iActually Care'!