A/N: Please note that the beginning of this story takes place sometime after iOMG but before iLost my Mind. Enjoy, and don't forget to review! =)

Carly Shay's apartment looked the same as it always had, except for one small detail.

There was a bulldozer sitting in the middle of the living room.

Some would consider a bulldozer sitting in the middle of an apartment a more sizable than "small" detail, but I just passed it off as probably being a part of one of Spencer's odd sculptures. Although, it would be interesting to know exactly how Carly's slightly insane brother managed to get a 49 ton Caterpillar D9 into his apartment without so much as a nick on the wall.

Carly was sitting in front of the computer, looking up videos on SplashFace. Her long brunette hair streamed down her back, and her thin frame was slightly leaned over the counter as to look at her computer screen more closely. Anyone could see how I could have been attracted to her. When I broke up with her, I told her to come back to me if she still liked me after the whole hero thing had faded. A few months after that, I said to myself, "Freddie, you are still following a girl who you've liked ever since you can remember like a lost puppy dog. She only dated you because you had five minutes of fame in the town of herodom. So just let her go, already."

Carly heard the door open and turned around to greet me. "Hey Freddie! Sam's not here yet, so do you want some lemonade or something? You know how Sam tends to guzzle down anything that's in the fridge."

I tried to let Carly go. I really did, but I still couldn't help but notice when she walked by, the way her hips swayed as she walked across the room, the way her strawberry scent wafted toward me as she leaned across a table...

So I went to the only person who could help me with my little problem.

"In my vast experience with girls," Gibby said as he was sprawled across his couch (shirtless, of course), "I found that if you need to get rid of one girl from the forefront of your mind, you simply need to find another one."

I didn't have any girls in my life who could possibly fill that position. Except for—

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed as she brushed past me and toward her best friend.

Something of what Gibby had said must have stuck with my testsosterone levels. After talking with Gibby, I went over to Carly's house to do some work for the webshow. I was on my way out the door when Sam came in for a sleepover. That was the first time that I saw her. I mean really saw her. Her curly blond hair was cascading down her shoulders. She was wearing a shirt that took a nosedive in the front, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Her knee-length shorts were modest enough in length, but also tight enough to show off her legs. And then I got a boner. And then I ran so fast that no one ever knew.

After a cold shower (I'm not the type to go for the lube in this kind of situation), I called Gibby, who gave me the ever sage adage, "Well you obviously like her, man. Good for you."

"Thanks, Gibby," I muttered as I hung up the phone. "You're the epitome of helpfulness."

I'm not even going to mention the fact that she kissed me not even a week ago, and we still haven't talked about it.

"What's with the bulldozer?" Sam asked, snapping me back into the present. I love how she doesn't even notice I'm in the room.

"It's for one of Spencer's sculptures," Carly replied. "He got a special request from some rich guy who likes Spencer's work, so this guy put in a request to have a sculpture based around a bulldozer."

"There's a rich guy who likes Spencer's work?" Sam asked incredulously.

"I'm actually more shocked as to how he managed to get that thing in here," I said.

"Well, it's actually kind of a funny story..."

"Nobody touch the bulldozer!" Spencer shouted as he bounded down the stairs. The excitement on his face was equal to, if not more than a five year old's on Christmas. He was carrying so much multi-colored tissue paper and bottles of Elmer's glue that I wouldn't have even known it was Spencer, had I not heard his voice.

"What exactly are you planning to do with the giant piece of machinery that's sitting in our living room, Spencer?" Carly asked.

"Papier-mâché, of course!" Spencer exclaimed. He stumbled over to the counter, leaving a few shreds of tissue paper and one bottle of glue in his wake.

"You mean to tell me that you are going to cover that entire bulldozer in papier-mâché and sell it to some rich guy?" I asked unbelievingly.

"This I have got to see," Sam said. She went over to the fridge and pulled out the lemonade pitcher and a glass, which she then put down on the counter next to the computer. As she sat down, she poured herself a glass. "What? How many times in your lifetime are you going to see a man cover an entire bulldozer in papier-mâché?"

"Sam, we've have to do iCarly. We've been postponing this meeting since the last episode, and we only have three more days to plan!"

"That's what I've been trying to say! The next iCarly should be Spencer covering this bulldozer in papier-mâché! That would be the best iCarly ever!" Sam looked from Carly's face, to my face, and then back to Carly's. "Fine! We can go plan iCarly. Just make sure that Fredweird sets up a camera down here. You never know what might make for good viewing material."

"I knew you would understand," Carly said with a mocking smile as she led us upstairs to the studio, but she only got a halfway up the stairs before a pile of dust was thrown back into our faces.