Carly, Sam and Freddie headed out of the Groovy smoothie with their smoothies. Well, Freddie carried their smoothies while the girls debated about whether to go to build-a-bra, or go check out the new dresses at lacey's department store to wear on the next ICarly. Freddie sighed, not really wanting to go do either. He was also pretty sure his opinion would get voted down by the majority, or at least Sam, and that was enough. He would at least admit to himself he was just glad to not be sitting at home, waiting for his tick-bath.

I really need to take my contract to a lawyer. See if I can find a way around it.

"Freddie, don't be a nub, get the door for us." Sam commanded

"What? My hands are full." Freddie protested, know the futility of it.

"Just do it Fredoofus." Sam barked back. Freddie grabbed one door and rolled his eyes as the girls went by without so much as a word or a look at him.

Someone else held the door for the girls as they went out, and Freddie decided he would hold the door for them.

This one, a girl a little older than Freddie smiled as she went through.

"Hey, thanks……FREDDIE?!!??!?!? "

The girl's voice had gone up an octave as she said his name. Freddie tilted his head trying to figure out who this girl was. She looked familiar…really familiar.

"It's me! Lindsay! I haven't seen you in ages!"

The girl hugged Freddie and stepped back. Freddie got a good look at her. She was a little taller than him, her dirty blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a pink tank top while a white, slightly larger one was underneath it that clung to everything underneath it.

"Lindsay? I can't believe it's you! I haven't seen you since…fifth grade computer camp! You look great!"

"You're so sweet Freddie; last couple of years have treated me well." She flashed a grin at Freddie "And you too!"

"Oh thanks, I'm doing fencing, lots of cardio, and plenty of calisthenics

Lindsay looked Freddie over, ran her hands up his side, and smiled again. The two headed out to the parking lot where an impatient Carly and Sam stood, waiting on Freddie to bring their drinks, ready to go to build-a-bra.

"What are your plans?"

"Not much, hanging out with my friends."

"We WERE going to the mall." Sam stressed were, trying to show how tired she was of the new girl.

"Really?" Lindsay said, not looking away from Freddie. "I was thinking about going and checking out the Pear store. You guys wanna ride?"

Lindsay fished out her keys and headed to the empty section of the parking lot, where a lone light blue car sat, taking up two different parking spots. Freddie followed closely to the older girl and was almost to the car before he spotted what she was driving. The car stopped him dead in his tracks, as the streetlamps glistened of the shiny Chrome badges.

"Lindsay, is that……" Freddie could say no more, his eyes glued to the car.

"Yeah, Freddork, it's a car. I'll go get a gold star for you." Sam's sarcastic comment barely even fazed him.

"No Sam" Freddie's eyes remained on the car as he stood there, motionless. "It's art on wheels. Sex you can drive….."

"It's still just a car." Carly said, not understanding what was going through the young boy's mind.

"No, that's like calling the Lincoln monument just another statue, or the Pacific Ocean just some water. This Carly, is a 1971 Plymouth 426 Hemi 'Cuda convertible with a shaker hood in cherry condition." Freddie stared lustfully at the car, looking like Sam outside the Ham-dinger store she frequented.

"Whoa, wait a minute. When did you learn about cars?" Carly asked

"I'm a guy Carly. Besides I have to talk about something at the Build-a-bra store with all the other guys waiting outside. I just pick stuff up."

"Okay that's cool, but it's not that big of a deal."

"Actually, it is a big deal." Lindsay said smirking at the other two girls. "I think Freddie here wants to drive it."

"Freddie isn't old enough to drive yet." Carly warned to no avail. By the time Carly said that, Lindsay had slipped the keys to the bottom of Freddie's front pocket, her hand lingering there shortly. He started to walk towards the car but was stopped.

"Hold on, no drinks in the car."

Freddie didn't say anything. He just attempted to hand the tray to Sam who was closest. He never looked at her, so he never saw her not grab the drinks from him, and never saw them drop, exploding their contents all over Sam. By the time Carly and Sam got most of the drink off of Sam, Freddie had started the car, and was revving it loudly. It made it hard to hear what Lindsay was shouting out the open window from the passenger seat.

"See I told…" VROOM "…This was… " VROOM "…big deal…." VROOM " I wish you could" VROOOOOM" But like I said, no drinks."

She said something to Freddie, but no one outside of the car could hear it as the loud revving of the engine masked all noise. Except this time the engine didn't die down like before. Instead the tires spun on the concrete sending out a loud squealing nose as the whole vehicle sped out into the street leaving Carly and Sam standing alone in the empty blacktop parking lot.

""What….just….happened…." Carly asked confused.

Sam didn't offer much help

"I think your loverboy finally moved on….. to a CAR!"

A/N: Hope you liked it. If you did, please review and if enough people like it, I'll make it a story. Otherwise, hope you enjoyed! And if you would like to see the car described in this story, just search Google images for "CUDA PLYMOUTH HEMI 1971", click "large images" and it's the last one on the second row.