Author's Note-This is the first chapter of my first story. R & R please-I want to know your honest opinion since this is my first time at fanfiction! I don't want to get in trouble for anything, so first off I do NOT own iCarly or any of the characters mentioned except for Naomi Klauffman.

Thanks for reading and any feedback you have!

CHAPTER 1-A Normal Routine

Carly POV

I woke up to the sound of Sam's voice screaming in my head-"Carly Wake UP! Carly Wake UP!". The alarm clock…my eyes reluctantly opened and I looked cross-eyed at the clock that looked like a Mister Wiener with clock arms poiting to the 7 and the 5-7:10. It was a customized birthday present from Sam, from the Build-a-Gadget workshop Freddie's always trying to get us to go to (he usually ends up tagging along with us to Build-A-Bra instead). The same birthday Spencer accidentally set my room on fire, and then used the insurance money to give me a room 10 times better.

I sat up and yawned, looking around my "designer couture" room, as Freddie might jokingly put it. Make that 20 times better. My room used to be pretty normal, but now even after 5 months, it still makes me feel like the richest girl in the world to wake up in a room like this. Thanks, Spencer. I'd learned to appreciate his abnormalities and weird quirks-for one thing, if he DIDN'T have them, he wouldn't have built the gummy-bear lamp that started the fire, and I wouldn't have this room.

Speaking of Spencer…I could hear his familiar morning sounds. His thumping around the kitchen, trying to make coffee while half-asleep and muttering to himself about materials he needed for his newest piece of "art". Then once he woke up from his cup of coffee, he usually called up his buddy Socko on the phone about the materials for the sculpture. I'd never met Socko, but Spencer tells me he can find you just about ANYTHING you need anywhere, and he seems to know almost every business in the city by heart, no matter how random. His knowledge has come in handy for iCarly on occasion.

I got out of bed, ran a comb through my hair, and reached for the digital clothing selector beside my closet to search for the right items for today's outfit. Another fabulous new component of my room, courtesy of Freddie Benson of course.

Freddie. I smiled thinking about my tech-crazy best guy friend, who I'd called "cukey"-cute and geeky- since that brief week we were dating. Not that there was any chance of something like that happening again. Since we denied the possibility of ever having a relationship again to our fans at the WebiCon 3 months ago, it had worked as a mutual agreement that we'd put our feelings behind us and now all we wanted was to be close friends.

And now we were both dating. 2 months ago Freddie had met Naomi Klauffman, and they'd clicked immediately. They were still together, and Freddie confided in me he'd finally found his dream girl. I was psyched for him. And as for me? After the disastrous convention, I had felt guilty and like an idiot after having ruined my chances with Adam by leaving him to the angry iCarly fans, and I wondered if there was any way to move past it and start fresh with him. So I summoned up all my courage, and one day at school after 3rd Period, I asked him if he wanted to get a coffee during lunch break. For some reason he now attributed to fate, he said yes. And after that, he inexplicably asked me to be his girlfriend. What girl gets a second chance like that?

And we were still dating too. I was completely happy with Adam, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I had a hot, sweet boyfriend, 2 of the best friends on the planet, a webshow we all created that was more popular than ever now, a whacky and crazy older brother who loved me to death, and a room any teenage girl might kill for. Things couldn't be better, I thought happily.

Just then Sam texted me-

Hey Carls incoming…I wil b ther in 10 min…hide the bacon ;)

I smiled to myself, then got dressed, brushed my teeth and put on a little strawberry lip gloss and pale pink eye shadow. From downstairs came the yell "CARLY, I put 3 waffles in the toaster for ya!".

"THANKS SPENCER! Sam will be here in about 10 minutes so put your pj pants on and get out the syrup!" I answered as I walked down the stairs.

"Oh yeah…wait HOW DID YOU KNOW-"

I giggled as I walked in the kitchen. "You always forget your pants and walk around in your boxers. Do you want people to see your glow-in-the-dark shorts?"

Spencer turned from the toaster to face me, talking around the piece of half-burnt toast in his mouth. "Sam doesn't care. She still thinks my butt is flat." He made a mock-pouty face.

I shook my head at him, then grabbed my waffles, poured a glass of milk, and sat down to eat.

Just then in walked Freddie, without knocking. I didn't care though because both my friends were there 75% of the time anyway. "Hey Carly, Spencer. Waffles? Estoy celoso-I'm jealous." Freddie liked to say random Spanish phrases-another one of his traits I still thought was cukey.

"Aww, no waffles for Freddiekins?" Spencer mocked him.

"According to my mom, they're worse for your health than Fat Cakes," Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Remind me never to eat at your house," Spencer muttered as he sat down to watch TV.

"Help yourself-there's a box of them in the freezer," I smiled.

"Thanks, Carly," he said as he jumped up eagerly and got into the freezer. "You know, Miss Shay, there's a "Freddie Benson way" for these too."

"No thanks, I'm almost full. But I'll watch you work your Benson magic on my waffles."

He grinned and started working over the poor waffles.

The door opened and in walked Sam, also without knocking. But she'd always done that. "I smell syrup, and I see Freddie murdering a waffle. Makes Momma hungry."

I sighed. "There's more in the free-"

She cut me off. "Yeah I know." Reaching into the freezer, she grabbed a handful and shoved Freddie out of the way. "OOOF!" he yelled.

"Like you didn't see that coming," she said.

Freddie inspected a new bruise on his arm. "You know, I COULD tell Naomi how I'm really getting all these."

"Dude, me and her are tight now. " It was true. "You don't have to be jealous because for once I'm okay with a girl who actually wants to date you. Just let her think you got them in a fight!" she laughed.

I giggled as I got up to wash my plate and glass. "I think Naomi knows Freddie isn't allowed to fight…"

"Very funny." said Freddie. "Anyway so I'm won't be able to hang with you guys until 20 minutes before we do iCarly tonight, 'cause Naomi and I are going to the zoo after school."

"Why does she want to go to the zoo? She can look at you any time!*" Sam joked. We ignored her.

"Yeah, I was just going to tell you guys that Adam and I are going to a new sandwich place instead of the cafeteria for lunch today," I replied.

"Sounds fine to me." Freddie finished his waffles. I handed him the milk jug.

"Yeah, and while you guys have plans with your steady guy and chick, I'm stuck with asking out another moron on the football team again," Sam moaned.

"What about Aaron? I though you had an okay date with him last week?" I said.

She shook her head. "All the dude talks about is motorcycles. I mean, he's smoking hot, but I want a guy who has a "wider range of interests". AND he's a vegetarian!"

Freddie and I mock-winced. "Sam, do they HAVE to love meat half as much as you do?" Freddie snickered.

"I just can't stand a guy who turns down bacon and eats tofu hot dogs, ok?" Sam snapped.

"Hey guys, it's 7:32. Let's get a move on, huh?" I grabbed my book bag and backpack off the couch.

Sam grabbed a last waffle and stuffed it in her mouth. Freddie swigged the last of his milk and did the same as me. "Nos vemos-see ya, Spencer," he said.

"Have a good day at school. Don't step on a crack or you'll break your teacher's back, Spencer replied in his monotone "good parent" voice.

"Uh, isn't that break your mother's back?" I asked.

"Does that really work?" Sam said excitedly.

"What she said. Bye and watch your step when you come back," Spencer replied.

We looked at each other, shrugged, and left for school.

Author's Note(again)-Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! This only took me a day to write (but my computer accidentally erased part of it so i had to rewirte all over again. I thought of this in a dream.

*I never get tired of using this joke.