Okay so I haven't done a multi-chapter iCarly story yet, and I felt like doing one. I have to figure there is another story with a similar plotline as this one out there somewhere in the bowels of the iCarly fandom because admittedly the plot is simple and clichéd, but I don't think I've ever read one pertaining to iCarly. So any likeness to another story is completely unintentional, and I would like to be notified if this happens.
So please don't sue me, because as of 6:37 PST yesterday, my lawyer is currently my cat, Lieutenant T. Meowkins. So please contact him with any questions and accusations you may have.
Lieutenant T. Meowkins is working on me getting iCarly, but until then I don't own iCarly or any of the characters mentioned.
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"This is the best idea I've ever had! Why haven't I thought of this earlier?!"
"Dude."
"It's bulletproof! I ask some random girl on a date, and try to make Carly jealous!"
"Dude."
"It's actually quite simple really. She sees me and her together and she starts to get insanely jealous! She realizes that she loves me and we belong together and she tells me how she feels and she loves me, we kiss, live happily ever after with two and a half kids!"
"Dude."
"It's so easy! This is the solution to all my problems! This plan is so great it should be illegal!"
"Dude."
"What Gibby?! What?!" Freddie yelled at him, finally acknowledging his presence.
"That sounds great and all, but what girl are you going to get to make her jealous?" he asked.
"Oh yeah…forgot about that part." Freddie trailed and his shoulders slumped. "That's kind of an important part huh?"
"Uh duh." Gibby replied.
"Well." Freddie began "I'm sure I can find someone."
"Yeah right." Gibby replied. "The only person that's gone on fewer dates than you over the last year is Jeremy, and that isn't an accomplishment."
"Hey!" Freddie shot back, offended. "I've been on dates!"
"With who?" Gibby asked.
"…Shut up." Freddie muttered "Okay what about you? You haven't been on dates either!"
"I know." Gibby replied smoothly "I'm not allowed to."
"Um…why?" Freddie asked, sending him a confused look.
"Therapist orders."
"Ah makes sense."
"Enough about me, you need to find a girl that is willing to try and make Carly jealous with you." Gibby replied and Freddie sighed and leaned back against his locker he was standing in front of.
"That might be harder than I thought. I don't talk to girls all that often." Freddie muttered.
"Hate to be the one to break this to you, but you talk to girls more than guys." Gibby mentioned.
"Yeah, but that's just Carly and Sam." Freddie replied.
"So? They still count as girls." Gibby said
"Okay yeah, but that isn't the point. It isn't relevant to my problem here. I can't make Carly jealous by dating Carly." Freddie pointed out and Gibby's face scrunched in thought.
"That would like rip a hole in space or something!" Gibby declared and all Freddie could do was laugh.
"Something like that. Anyway, so now I don't know what to do. My perfect plan is out the window." Freddie sighed.
"Let's not give up that easily, there has to be a girl out there willing to help you out." Gibby reasoned.
"Like who?" Freddie ventured, willing to listen to suggestions.
"I don't know, I'm just lying to make you feel better." Gibby replied.
"Something your therapist taught you?" Freddie asked and Gibby's eyes widened.
"How did you know?!" he asked incredulously.
"Just a guess." Freddie replied, and then threw his hands in the air wildly. "We aren't getting anywhere!" he yelled, fed up with things not going his way.
"Calm down Freddie." Gibby reasoned. "I'm here for you buddy."
"Well then help me think of something." Freddie told him and tilted his head in thought.
"I have an idea!" Gibby declared a minute or so later.
"What is it?" Freddie asked, getting off the locker and looking at him.
"What if I dress up like a girl and-"
"No." Freddie shot at him quickly and Gibby put his hands up in defense.
"Alright okay, I just needed to know where the boundaries are." Gibby responded.
"Okay fine, then I'll put the boundaries up." Freddie said. "First and foremost, and I can't stress this enough, it actually has to be a girl." Freddie started, glaring at Gibby. "Second, she needs to be attractive or the plan won't work. Third, Carly has to know her, so she can't be from another school or anything. Fourth, she has to be single, obviously. And last, but certainly not least, she can't be your sister."
"You know she got that hair lip removed from her face right?" he asked.
"Don't care, still not allowed." Freddie replied quickly.
"Aw man." Gibby whined and sulked.
"Focus Gibby, focus!" Freddie urged and Gibby snapped back to attention.
"Sorry, sorry. Okay, so we need to find you a girl." Gibby said excitedly, clasping his hands together and looking around the hallway. He turned back to Freddie "I'm out of ideas." He declared and Freddie sighed audibly in defeat.
"This is hopeless." Freddie said, leaning back against the lockers and sliding down to the floor.
"Why don't you just ask Carly out and just do things the old fashioned way?" Gibby asked.
"I've been trying to do things 'the old fashioned way' for like six years now or something. This is the last stitch effort for me, and if this plan doesn't work, I don't think anything will." Freddie said solemnly.
"Dude, if you have to try elaborate plans to get Carly to like you, ever think it just isn't meant to be with you two?" Gibby ventured insightfully and was received by Freddie with a hard glare.
"Don't be stupid Gibby. I never think that. EVER." Freddie responded. "Now if you want to help me, think of something, if not leave Gibby." Freddie said, sinking his head with a solemn sigh.
Gibby thought for a moment, until an idea sprung in his head "I have an idea again!" he declared and Freddie cringed at the thought, but listened anyway. "What about Sam?" he asked and Freddie sprung from the floor onto his feet swiftly and shook his head furiously.
"WHAT?!" he yelled, catching the attention of everyone in the school hallway, but Freddie didn't care. Gibby just had the worst idea he's ever heard. "Sam Puckett? You have to be joking!" Freddie yelled.
"I'm serious. I don't see a problem with this." Gibby mentioned and Freddie flicked his forehead, much in Sam Puckett fashion actually.
"She'd kill me where I stand as soon as I mention it!" Freddie yelled.
"Do you want to make Carly jealous or not?" he asked and Freddie sighed.
"Yes please." He muttered back in reply.
"Then Sam is your only hope." Gibby told him and Freddie didn't want to admit it, but Gibby is right. Sam is his last hope, because he can't think of anyone else that could help him. "And she meets all the criteria!" Gibby added, making his point.
"She's a girl." He started. Duh.
"She's attractive." Yeah…she is, Freddie has to admit.
"Carly knows her." Obviously.
"She's single." Sam is almost the epitome of single at this point.
"And she isn't my sister!" he finished. Freddie sighed, and cursed himself at actually considering this, but he would try anything at this point. But would Sam actually be willing to help him out? Unlikely, but he had to ask or he would never know.
"I can't believe I'm actually considering this." Freddie groaned, giving in to Gibby's outrageous idea.
"If you want to do this, you have to get her to agree, and that's gonna be the hard part." Gibby said.
"Yeah." Freddie agreed, seeing the girl in question walk into the school doors, late of course, out of the corner of his eye. "But I think she likes me more than she lets on." He said.
Not three seconds after he finished his statement, Sam walked by them, pushing him forcefully against the lockers "Out of my way whatsyourface." She grumbled and continued her way down the hall. Freddie got up from the violence exerted on him and looked at Gibby who had an amused smile on his face.
"I could feel the love from here."
"This is gonna suck isn't it?"
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Honestly, the entire world could use a little more Gibby in their lives.
Anyway, that's the first chapter. I don't know how many chapters it is gonna be, it depends on my mood in the coming weeks, but please leave reviews and comments and stuff like that.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go feed my lawyer warm milk and tuna