Reviews are nice, (so is "Constructive Criticism" cause I wanna make this FanFic the best as possible!) but flames are bad. Me no like flameys. (I know about the grammar stuff at that last sentence, btw.)

I know iCarly JUST ended; DON'T remind me. I came up with and started this around the summertime maybe. Although- depending on how I end this- it COULD'VE very well happened, possibly. So I have yet to say this is AU.

Here's the LONG plot:

Plot: While planning for the next webcast at the Groovy Smoothie, the gang meets a new, "hot" yet talented girl (Sonya) who agrees to appear on the show. But when she tries to make a move on Freddie, and Carly sees, and for unknown reasons to her, is angry, and ends up talking to Sam about it. Carly denies being jealous, but is she?
Subplot: Meanwhile, Gibby and Spencer find a box outside of the Shay apartment sent from an unknown source. It's locked, so they try to find the key, but end up finding plain TROUBLE instead…

Disclaimer: Okay, so obviously I'm not Dan Schneider so there's NO WAY I own iCarly or any of its settings and characters, besides Sonya, and the creepy old lady who constantly insults Spencer and calls Gibby a freak. Trust me, you'll understand that last one much later in the story. ;)

HERE WE GO!

"So, if you didn't have to chug the tartar sauce to get the giant burger…" Carly turned to Sam for a second as they and Freddie were headed to Carly's apartment.

"Why did you?" Freddie finished.

"Cause I like meat and it got me worked up for it." Sam shrugged as if anyone would do the same.

Carly and Freddie shivered at the very thought of it.

"So we need to come up with ideas for iCarly…" Freddie started after about thirty seconds of silence as they reached the door.

"Ugh, it hurts so bad; listening to him talk!" Sam groaned as she pushed him on the ground.

"Sam!" Carly half-teased, half-was serious as she held out a hand and pulled Freddie up.

"Thanks." Then Freddie turned to Sam with a glare. "Why was that necessary?"

"Because you irritate me in many ways." She glared, as he rolled his eyes.

"Guys." Carly teasingly said as she grabbed the handle and turned it. "Aw, man!"

"What?" Freddie asked.

"Spencer locked the door. Again." Carly reached above the door, then turned. "And he took the key." She knocked. "Spencer!" No response. She knocked harder. "Spencer!" Again, silence was behind the door. "SPENCER!" She screeched, banging harder.

"I'm in the shower!" He yelled back.

"I don't hear any water." She answered suspiciously.

"I said I was in the shower, not taking a shower." He laughed at her cluelessness.

They all shrugged in confusion.

"Well, I guess we could-" Carly started.

"Don't worry; Mama's got this." Sam cracked her knuckles with a menacingly weird smile.

"Sam. What are you gonna-?" Freddie started, but was cut off by Sam hitting him repeatedly against the door. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!" He screeched each time the door banged his body.

"Sam, don't- wait- this doesn't help with the- Seriously?!" Carly tried to pry Sam's hands off of Freddie's back, but to no avail.

"Fine, fine." Sam let go of him, and he immediately collapsed on the floor with a slight groan.

"What was that for?" Freddie looked upwards for a second.

"You interrupted me." Sam rolled her eyes with obviousness screaming from them.

"You know you could've just-" Carly started, as Sam grabbed a hairpin from her pocket, picked the lock in about five seconds and swung the door open. "Of course." She sighed as Sam made her usual beeline to the fridge. She then turned to Freddie, who was still groaning. "Come on Freddie." She grabbed his arm and dragged him inside cause she knew she couldn't lift him.

Freddie plopped down on the couch, exhausted, and Carly did too. A second later, Sam sat right next to Carly, with a huge plate of cold ribs in her hands.

Carly looked at the plate, then at Sam, and then repeated. "Why?"

"It's ribs." Sam shrugged as if it was obvious and chewed on them.

"Oh, we need to come up with ideas for iCarly-" Freddie started.

"Don't remind Mama of work when she's got her meat goin' on." Sam glared and chewed another rib.

Carly turned to Freddie, momentarily ignoring Sam. "Yeah; we should have an 'iCarly Meeting' at the Groovy Smoothie." Carly looked at Sam. "Sam, you in?"

But apparently Sam was too lost in her meat. Carly plucked it away from her and Sam, unknowingly almost bit Carly's pinkie. Carly jerked it away before she could, though. "SAM!" Carly shouted.

"Hmm, oh, sorry Carls. Groovy Smoothie? I'm in." Sam said, and then stared at the meat in Carly's hands. "Can I have my meat back?"

Carly made one of her playful groans as she handed it back to the 'meat-lovin' queen, who chomped with pleasure.

Spencer walked behind them with a towel on his head in the girly fashion, a robe, and a carton of milk as they all slowly stare at him. He realizes they're staring at the carton of milk. "What? It makes me feel special!"

At the Groovy Smoothie

"So, how about we do another 'Baby Spencer' bit?" Freddie asked Carly and Sam as they drank their smoothies.

"Where we humiliate him, or feed him weird stuff?" Carly asked.

"Can we get a tuna, juice it, and pour the liquid down his-" Sam started, suddenly interested in the conversation instead of her smoothie.

"Sam!" Carly was serious.

"What? I was just gonna say pour it down his no-"

"We're not doing that." Freddie complained.

"Fine, then I'm not interested." Sam sipped her smoothie.

Carly teasingly rolled her eyes. Then she turned to Freddie. "So, we can either feed him really random items, or insult his big-" She realized T-Bo was right behind her with a bunch of apples on a stick. "T-Bo!"

"Y'all wanna buy an apple for a dollar?" He seemed to ignore her.

"No!" Carly glared for a split second.

"I do." Sam plucked one from the stick and turned to Carly. "You got a dollar?"

"Sam!" Carly groaned.

"Sorry." Sam shrugged and put the apple back on the stick.

"You wanna buy an apple?" T-Bo turned to Freddie.

"I really don't." He shook his head.
"Fine. I'll sell these apples to others who will appreciate them." T-Bo walked away.

Suddenly some girl with a stupidly over-girly notebook walked up behind the gang and shrieked, making everyone in the place hold their hands to their ears.

"Man, what is up with this chick?" Sam rubbed her ears in annoyance.

"Sorry. It's just… you're from iCarly!" She shrugged excitedly.

"Uh huh." Carly smiled one of her fake smiles that she makes when she's annoyed.

"What do you want?" Sam glared at the nutty, girly chick before her.

"An autograph!" She shrieked again, making everyone groan once again. She kept staring at Freddie, and he was disturbed by it.

"You got any paper?" Sam asked her.

"Uh huh!" She pulled out a piece from the notebook, which strangely had the iCarly logo on it. She smiled, but got serious as she handed Freddie some pink pen. "Make sure you all sign it."

Freddie' eyes went wide as he dropped the pen and groaned slightly.

"Get outta here!" Carly couldn't take it anymore.

The girl looked offended and ran out as Freddie and Sam turned to Carly rather surprised.

"Okay, Carls, what was that about?" Sam chuckled; glad to see Carly kind of lose it. I mean, it was pretty funny, but un-characteristic at the same time.

"Yeah. When did you become 'Grumpy Girl'?" Freddie asked her.

"Um, she was all annoying… and such." Carly shrugged nervously.

"Well, yeah, but still, you've never been rude to our fans before…" Freddie started, but was interrupted by someone tapping Carly's shoulder.

"Excuse me?" the person asked her as Carly almost literally jumped out of her seat by the sudden tap.

"Oh, hi." Carly tried to smile but was still annoyed cause of the "Fan Girl" they encountered not too long ago.

"I was wondering if you could direct me to the-" She stopped suddenly and stared at Sam, who was sipping her smoothie, occasionally showing her smoothie-infested teeth.

Sam noticed. "What?" She ended up spitting some smoothie out when she talked.

"Nothing, it's just… you're mouth… It's so… gross."

Sam immediately swallowed and stood up. "Look, chick, if you think that you can just-"

"Sam…" Carly sat her back down by pressing her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, did I offend her?" The girl questioned innocently.

"Obviously!" Sam glared at her intensely.

"Come on, Sam." Carly held on to her shoulder. "We have to plan more segments for iCarly."

"Yeah, and maybe we should do that at Carly's place." Freddie grabbed his bag.

"Psh, let's go." Sam immediately stood up and attempted to walk out of the Groovy Smoothie.

"Wait!" The girl stopped Sam by grabbing her bag, and nearly making her fall, as Carly grabbed her back.

"What is wrong with you?!" Sam looked at her like she was a hobo trying to sell her fruit pie from a dumpster.

"Sorry! It's just that, uh… you need something for iCarly?" The girl said slowly.

"Yeah…" Carly stared at her and slowly walked to get her bag and phone.

"Well, I can play the harmonica…"

"So?" Sam asked in confusion.

"While doing random flips…" She smiled slowly.

The threesome slowly turned towards each other with a questionable look on their faces.

"We'll be right back…" Freddie said as they turned around and ran to the other side of the Groovy Smoothie. "Okay, what are we gonna do?"

"Well, we should at least have her show us her talent…" Carly suggested.

"Dudes! What if this chick is just a faker?" Sam interrupted.

"Sam." Freddie said.

Immediately after, Carly joined in. "We don't know that."

"Well, even if this girl can play the harmonica while doing random flips…" Sam froze immediately. "Man that sounded weird…" She shook her head for a second, remembering what she was about to say. "She could just be doing it for publicity and, though it's very unlikely, she could just do it to…" She stares at the girl, realizing Freddie probably shouldn't hear the next few words she was going to say. "Uh, Carls? Can I talk to you privately? Fredlumps, you go over to girly freak over there."

"Hurtful." Freddie mumbled as he walked back to their table.

"Sam, what's up?" Carly asked the blonde in a whisper.

"Look, this is very unlikely do to Freddie's lack of personality, coolness and good looks…" Sam grimaced at the thought of the 'techy geek-boy.' "But, she could be doing this to use him."

"What? Why would you think something like that?"

"Because. Remember Valerie?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why? You think she wants to use him to get rid of iCarly like her?"

"Not exactly; look." Without warning, Sam turns Carly's head as they see Freddie packing his stuff, and the girl is kind of staring at him like their "Fan Girl" from earlier, but not as creepy-like. Carly immediately started shaking and Sam let go.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Carly answered normally.

"Well, you started shaking."

"Did I?" Carly tried to act as if she had no clue that she did.

"Aw, is wittle Carly jealous?" Sam said teasingly.

"No! Why?" Carly asked her.

"Never mind." Sam sighed, but focused on what she was telling Carly earlier. "Anyways, I think she thinks Freddie's… not… disgusting…" Sam grimaced, as she couldn't even bring herself to say the words 'cute' and 'Freddie' in the same sentence. "But probably hates us." She slowed down.

"Sam… Have you been eating week old ham again?" Carly sighed.

"No! Well, maybe day old, but, that's beside the point. I saw her glaring at us!" Sam defended as Carly rolled her eyes for a second as the blonde sighed. "What I said is true, and you know it." She said in the same tone she used when she convinced Freddie he was foreign bacon, which is a long story (not really, because just about everyone has seen iSaved Your Life.) She grabbed her bag. "Let's go."

Carly stood for a second, thinking about what Sam said. She then contemplated Freddie, shrugged unsurely as far as the girl went, and followed Sam over to them. "So… You wanna be on iCarly?"