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A/N: Hi, this is my first fanfiction story. I'm actually quite new. This is just the beginning of my story, (pretty short scene), and more will definitely happen later. (Freddie and Sam are going to step into the next scene). Hope you like it! (There may also be grammatical errors, etc.) Review and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly

Chapter 1

What Just Happened?

"It's so hard to find a man these days…" Amanda said somberly, as she sank deeper into the giant, purple beanbag chair in Carly's studio.

"Yeah, I know what you mean!" Carly exclaimed; thrilled to find someone who understood how she felt.

"I want a fearless man. Someone who's not afraid to take off the shirt on his back for you…y'know?" Amanda smiled thoughtfully.

"That would be nice, " Carly agreed.

"Speaking of shirtless guys, you should meet-" Carly started, before she was broke off by a boy standing at the door of her studio.

"Gibbeeehh."

"Uh, who's that?" Amanda looked at Carly and back to the boy who just came in.

"Oh, that's his name- Gibby. He likes to introduce himself when he walks in a room." Carly smiled and Amanda giggled. She walked towards Gibby, who was wearing a clean suit with a red tie. Gibby looked at Amanda with a puzzled face.

"You're not Sam and you're not Freddie so…who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Amanda." She smiled brightly and gave a small wave.

"Pleasure to meet you," Gibby said in a formal manner and shook her hand firmly. Gibby nodded towards Carly and asked, "Hey Carly. How come Sam and Freddie aren't here like always?"

"They don't live here!" Carly retorted.

"Hey, is that a Pini's lasagna stain on your suit?" Amanda asked, as she studied his suit.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Gibby asked, dumbfounded.

"I can recognize that lasagna anywhere. It's soooo good!" Amanda said happily.

"Isn't it? Well come on, I'll take you there right now! I could go for seconds."

Amanda followed Gibby out of the studio, leaving Carly sitting confusedly on her beanbag chair.

"Wait!" Carly called.

"What?" Gibby asked impatiently as he re-entered the room. "Can't you see I'm on a date?"

"How did you get in here?"

"Front door." Gibby shrugged.

After that, Gibby left and closed the door behind him.