Hey guys! This is my first story on but I've wrote lots of little short stories. This idea just sorta popped in my head one day (while I was watching the Bachlelorette go figure...). So anyways hopefully this story will get good feedback and turn into a multi-chap! So you know the drill, Read, Review, Follow. Gracias mi amigos!

DISCLAIMER:I am obviously not Dan Schneider or else I wouldn't be on FF, I would be working on the brilliance that is the new season of ICarly.

I nervously straiten my tie as Chris Harrison talks with the producer. This is it. I'm at the infamous mansion. I'm about to meet 25 beautiful women. One of them will hopefully be the love of my life.

Man am I nervous.

I haven't had much luck in love in my life. My first girlfriend, Valerie, was just using me for web popularity. Carly, the girl I swore I was in love with, only dated me because I saved her life, not because she genuinly loved me. My first kiss was just "to get it out of the way" for gosh sake.

I sigh. I can never seem to escape the memories of my first kiss. At the time just "getting it out of the way" seemed like a fantastic idea. But after a couple days I began to regret it. To this day I'm not sure if the kiss made me love her, or just made me notice the feelings that had been piling up since the day I met her. Either way, I began to wish that the kiss had been real.

We did eventually end up together. Dated a while in high school. Some people would say we were "high school sweethearts". I wouldn't exactly call her a sweetheart though. She was rude. She was sarcastic. She was vicious. She was mine.

She was mine, all mine. Until graduation. I made my valedictorian speech. We went to the park where my mom had rented a shelter for a graduation party. We laughed, we cried, we reminisced about our lives. Us and our best friends Carly and Gibby and Spencer. Afterwards we went back to Carly's apartment. We did ICarly. Our very last ICarly. When it was over she took my hand and led me to the fire escape. Our fire escape. She looked me in the eyes. I remember the tear tracks on her face, it had been a hard day. She ended it. Something about how long distance relationships don't work. How high school lovers don't last. It was the only time I've ever seen Sam absolutely serious.

Sam. Samantha Joy Puckett. My only real girlfriend. The reason why I'm here.

I mean it's been 10 years. It's time I move on because, let's face it, I'm not getting any younger. I'm 28 years old. I have a successful job as a computer software developer at Pear Inc. I'm ready to find love. I'm ready to forget Sam.

Ok maybe not forget. Just...move on. Face the fact that she's not coming back so we obviously weren't meant to be.

"Well Freddie, are you ready to meet the women?" Chris's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Absolutly!" I grin enthusiastically. Chris shakes me hand and says, "Here comes limo number 1" before walking away.

I see the limo pulling up and am immediately seized with terror. What do I say to these girls? What if they're crazy ICarly fan girls? 'Dont go getting a big head Benson' I scold myself, 'ICarlys been over for a decade. There are no more crazy fan girls throwing themselves at you. Beside's the bachelors identity has been hushed up. None of these women know that Freddie Benson is the bachelor. Most of them probably won't even know you are.'

I pull out of my thoughts just in time to see the limo door opening and a gorgeous woman step out. Her dark red hair is curled and tossed over her bare shoulder. Her strapless green dress reaches her knees and makes her legs look miles long. As she walks up to me I see that her eyes are a shade of green that would make an emerald jealous.

"Hi I'm Alyssa." She holds out her hand for me to shake. I introduce myself and before I know it Alyssa's gone and another girl is stepping out of the limo. This one is tall and tan, with long straight dark hair and eyes the color of milk chocolate. She introduces herself as Sasha. Before long I've met Olivia, Paris, and Gabrielle and Chris is back telling me that limo 2 is about to arrive.

Limo 2 flashes by. Then limo 3. All the women are starting to blend together. What's the name of this petite brunette that's telling me a cheesy joke? Meagan? Molly? I can't remember. She's the 15th woman I've met tonight. And I've never been the best with names. But soon she disappears into the mansion and limo 4 is coming.

The next 5 women pass in a blur and I'm feeling overwhelmed by the time Chris comes and tells me that the 5th and final limo is arriving.

The first girl that steps out is of average height and has unnaturally blonde hair. She introduces herself as Shanna and something about her sweet smile reminds me of Carly.

Thinking about Carly's smile brings back memories. I haven't talked to her in years. I haven't talked to any of my old friends lately. I still see Spencer occasionally because he still lives across the hall from my moms apartment. Carly and I stayed friends through college but then lost touch. I haven't seen or heard from Sam since that night on the fire escape.

Im pulled out of my thoughts as Shanna walks away and yet another girl steps out of the limo. I smile at her and began to introduce myself, but suddenly she's hugging me and screaming in my ear.

"Omigod! ANOTHER ICarly? This is the best night of my life!" I carefully pry her off of me.

"Um, so yeah I'm Freddie," I begin hesitantly.

"What? I thought you were Gibby!" she says. I look at her in confusion and open my mouth to talk but she hits my shoulder and doubles over laughing.

"Kidding, kidding!" she laughs, "I know who you are!"

"Er... Well um, you should go on in..." I say awkwardly. I really hate crazy fan girls.

"Ok! I'm Willow by the way. I'll see you inside!"

I give a sigh of relief as she walks away. She's definitely not getting a rose. But what did she mean by another ICarly?

The next two girls melt away my annoyance from Willow and I'm feeling really confident as I prepare to meet the final woman.

The limo door opens and for the 25th time that night I see a foot step out. I'm immediately confused because this foot isn't wearing heels or even stilettos like the other 24 pairs of feet were. This foot is wearing a dirty, worn looking, purple converse. The shoes twin lands next to it and I move my gaze up to see the gutsy girl wearing this odd choice of footware. She's wearing a silver dress that hugs her body perfectly and falls to just above her knees. There's a stain near the top of the dress though. It looks like...barbaque sauce? I finally look at the girls face. Her blonde curls are piled on top of her head. Her exquisite blue eyes are wide and disbelieving and as I stare into them my mind is flooded with memories both good and bad. Memories of pure happiness. Memories of passion. Memories of both physical and emotional pain.

Crap.