Freddie's POV

"Sam please! OW! You're hurting me!"

"That's the point Dipthong!" she tightened her grip, causing more pain to shoot through my arms.

"GUYS!" Carly yelled. She was sitting on her ice cream sandwich seat studying for finals. Sam released me and plopped down next to Carly. I pushed myself off the floor and stretched my arm. I'm sure Sam pulled a couple of muscles. I stood over her as she sat on the little couch.

"What do you want?" she said not even glancing in my direction.

"An apology!" I yelled. Sam stood up lightning fast and was in my face.

"An apology? You want an apology!" she shouted.

"Yeah! That'd be fabulous!" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah? Well too bad Nub." She sat back down on the sofa and crossed her arms.

"Look Sam, just because you have such a great life doesn't mean-"

"Great life!" Sam interjected, "You think I have a great life? You wouldn't last one day in my shoes!"

"Yeah, you do whatever the hell you want, people are too scared to bully you, AND you don't have to work! Pretty terrible life there."

"Well then why don't we switch lives then? You and your little AV nerds can build a Life-Switching Machine and we can switch lives! How's that sound!" Sam stormed out of the room angrily. I heard the front door slam as Sam left the building.

"Man, she is so hot-headed," I grumbled, "She can't even take a joke." I picked up my backpack and said bye to Carly. As I walked into my apartment, my head started to feel a little light. I went into my room and fell on the bed. I was suddenly drained of energy like someone was vacuuming all my strength out of me. I groaned as my eyelids drooped and I fell into a very heavy sleep.

The Next Morning

Ugh… My head pounded as I broke out of my dreamless sleep. I took a deep breath from my nose which was met with a nasty smell. I was expecting the Pine Fresh scent my mom pours all over my sheets when she washes them but instead, I smelled dirty clothes. My eyes creaked open just a bit to see where I was. The room was dingy with posters of bands I've never heard of plastered against the faded walls. Slit Throat? Pool of Bodies? What kind of bands were these?

"Freddie you lazy sack, get out of bed and go to school!" a female voice rasped from somewhere in the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to get dressed. The only thing I could find was T-shirts, jeans, and black sneakers. No polo shirts, khaki pants, or dress shoes. I grumbled and threw on the clothes.

"Now where's my backpack?" I whispered to myself. I saw a red checkered backpack lying in the corner of the room. I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder. As I walked out the door I passed by a mirror. I stopped and turned back, horrified at my reflection.

My hair was short but a definite dirty blonde and my eyes were a piercing blue. Those were Sam's eyes. I looked down. These were the boy version of clothes Sam usually wears. What the hell happened to me! I raced out the door and took a bus to school. I burst through the doors and ran to my locker. My mind was racing as I gathered my books. I saw Carly over by her locker talking to some girl.

"Carly!" I shouted, running over to her.

"Oh hi Freddie." She greeted.

"Hey Freddie." The girl greeted. She had brown curly hair that went past her shoulders and chocolate brown eyes.

"S-Sam?" I stuttered. She smiled and pulled out a Pre-Calculus book from her locker.

"You're acting weird today Freddie," she said, "You haven't called me a nerd yet this morning." I only stared at Sam. She was wearing a girl polo shirt and some skinny jeans.

"Well we gotta go." Carly said, "See you tonight Freddie!" They walked down the hall together and into a classroom. Oh my God, Sam and I switched lives. I'm the bad boy and she's the nerd.

That Night

I walked upstairs to the iCarly studio and pushed open the glass door. Sam was holding a camera and messing with a computer. I closed the door and walked up behind her. All my tech equipment was set out neatly on the cart, ready for the show. Sam handed me a blue remote without saying a word.

"What's this for?" I asked her.

"Uh, the SHOW." She said giving me a funny look.

"Wait, you mean YOU'RE the tech producer?" Sam glared at me and pulled the camera off the cart.

"In 5, 4, 3, 2-" Sam gave the signal to start.

"I'm Carly!" Carly said into the camera.

"A-And I'm Freddie."

"And this is iCarly!"

"Uh, the only web show that can cure you're insomnia." I said. Sam giggled behind the camera and moved to get a better angle, just like I usually do. The whole show, my eyes were glued to Sam. My brown hair and eyes on Sam's body.

After the show, Sam put down the camera and smiled.

"Great show Puckett." She said as Carly went downstairs to get some tea.

"You too…Benson?" I said back. Sam snorted and closed her laptop. "So what's wrong with you today? You're acting weird."

"I'm just a little off color…like your face…?" I said with a poor attempt at an insult. Sam smiled and closed the case to my- er, HER camera.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said. When the door closed behind Sam, I leaned against the wall and sighed. Holy crap, what have I done?