Hello! I'm here with an update, so you don't completely loose any interest you had in the story before! Here it is, I think it feels kind of awkward at times, and has a bit too much pointless rambling, but it's decent enough. I know I'm not really fast at updating, but I'll try since it's hard to get interested in a story when there are huge gaps, but I've actually been busy lately.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, which is good, because Dan is doing a much better job then I'd be able to.

Gibby POV

I thought it was unfair at first, but then Mrs. Benson explained that finding out what was wrong with Freddie was only the first step of my mission, and there were an indefinite number of steps in my mission before she gave me soap, which was why it was completely fair that I would keep doing everything she wanted before I got anything in return. I wandered into the Groovy Smoothie, where were Sam and Freddie? They were probably here since they weren't at Carly's. Step two of my mission: Keep Sam and Freddie separate, for now, at least. I was just going to stay with Freddie as much as possible. I knew Sam wouldn't want to be anywhere near me. So she would either just stay away from me, and therefore, stay away from Freddie, or, she would hurt me; maybe break my thumbs or get a little more creative. I knew she was more likely to just hurt me then leave, since she knew it would keep me away, but it seemed like my safest option.

I found them by a window. I was about to go talk to Freddie when I heard two girls a few feet away from them talking about rutabagas. See, it's not my fault I didn't separate Sam and Freddie, it was theirs.

I walked over to them, I had already forgotten about my mission by then; I was too interested in the rutabagas, "Hey what's up? Are you talking about rutabagas?" I asked. They looked at me like most people usually do when I talk to them for the first time.

The blonde one spoke up first, "Oh we were just talking about how when in seventh grade, in geography when we were studying Asia…"

She was cut off by the red head one's impatience, "He doesn't care! Can we go now! You know I hate people!" I have to say she scared me a little.

They seemed like nice enough people to me though, maybe not the red head one, but I'm used to vicious people, she couldn't be any worse Sam "I'm Gibby!" I announced.

"And I don't care!" The red head one growled.

The blonde one just shrugged, giving up on fighting the Gibbyness "I'm Leah," The red head one just glared at me, Leah rolled her eyes "C'mon, introduce yourself, I know you know how."

She sighed as she gave up trying to get away from me, "I'm Jackie."

"Good girl" Leah sounded like someone congratulating their puppy when they come to their name.

I ended up buying them smoothies and spending the next few hours with them. I didn't even notice that Sam and Freddie were leaving. I didn't notice that I had let them be together in peace; and that I was failing horribly at my mission.

Mrs. Benson POV

I couldn't stand the thought of Freddie dating her, (I actually missed when Carly was her) but he was so happy with her. He seemed so devastated that I was keeping them apart (although I really can't imagine why.) I was doing everything in my power to keep them apart when I could, and I was even making sure Gibby was keeping them apart when I couldn't. I figured it was a simple enough task for Gibby, I knew he should be able to handle one simple goal. I didn't plan on keeping them apart forever, since Freddie was so upset, I just needed to get to Sam, I just needed to figure out how to help her, and explain to her that she cannot be a bad example for Freddie, or I will keep them apart. I'm sure I could help make her suitable enough for my Freddie-bear eventually. I had already wasted too much time. It was time to take action. I walked into the insanity of the Shay's apartment. As if it wasn't odd enough with all of the odd decorations, there was usually a sculpture in the living room that Spencer was using to set the building on fire. I managed to hide my disgust when I saw Spencer sitting in a giant birds nest with a giant bird next to him. There were unpainted egg shaped objects sitting off to the side.

"Oh, hey Mrs. Benson," he mumbled as if I was interrupting something, which was usually the kind of response I got from everybody when I came in here. I did not want to know what I had interrupted, though, I knew I just had to stay in this nuthouse long enough to commence my plan.

"Hello Spencer," I was dreading lying, it's just so rude, and mean, I knew I wouldn't be any better than the Puckett girl, but I had to do it, it would be best for everyone, "when Sam gets here could you tell her Freddie wants to see her, so she should come to our apartment."

Spencer was stroking his bird's feathers, "But why would Freddie go to your apartment? He never spends time at his own home. He's always here."

"Oh, well, just in case then." To be honest, there was no way I was going to let him come here, not with her here, why hadn't Spencer noticed Freddie hadn't been here lately? I got my answer when I noticed how focused he was on his bird's feathers. He was in a trance, petting his giant, fake bird. I knew He wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Do you like my bird? These are Marvin's feathers!" At least that was the kind of question I was worried about, and I knew it was best not to ask what Marvin was, so I decided to leave before I let my curiosity get to me.

I couldn't even begin to come up with a rhyme to describe how wrong this all was. What rhymes with feathers, or nest, or Marvin? "Well, goodbye Spencer."

Carly POV

I was watching Girly Cow in the birds nest because it had mysteriously replaced the couch. It was actually pretty comfortable, especially since I didn't mind the giant bird sitting next to me, when Sam walked into my apartment. "Hey how was your date with Freddie?" I squealed before she even made it to the fridge.

She just reached for the ham we always keep handy for when Sam gets hungry (I swear Spencer's spent thousands on ham since Sam and I became friends.) "Fine," no emotion. Nothing. Not even a hint of excitement, didn't she understand that I NEEDED girl talk! Why couldn't she just cooperate? I knew she was thrilled to be dating Freddie, why couldn't she just show it?

"Sam, couldn't you even pretend to be a little excited about dating Freddie?" She had to have some desire for girl talk right? She couldn't possibly not want to talk about it, "Please, Sam," I begged, she needed to talk about it, she had to be dying to! She just ignored me. If she wasn't going to be excited about this, that didn't mean I couldn't be, "Samantha Benson... it even sounds cute, Freddie and Sam Benson, Sam and Freddie Benson! Oh look! Here come the Bensons! They look so cute together! I just LOVE it!" It felt odd; I was usually saying that about my relationships when they seemed to be going well. She glared at me, why did she refuse to be happy?

At least she could see why I was upset, "Look Carly, I can be happy about this without having a prissy freak attack! I promise if you get a boyfriend, I'll listen to you go on about it all night if it'll make you happy. Okay?"

Well, she said something, so I decided that she was making progress, "Okay, do you want some bacon?"

"And ham!" Of course, I can't just feed her one form of pig, that's just not Sam. Spencer walked out of his room with a clump of feathers in his arms, oh my god he did not still have that ostrich did he?

"Carly! Do you like Martin?" I assumed he was talking about his bird.

"Yeah, he's been keeping me company since Sam refuses to talk!" I heard something muffled with ham come out of her mouth, probably a request for her bacon, so I got up to get a frying pan.

Spencer set down his feathers on the table, just what I wanted, ostrich feathers where I eat, "Hey Sam, Mrs. Benson came over and said Freddie wanted to talk to you, so you should probably go over there."

"Why can't he just come over here like he usually does?"

"I don't know, but I'd just go over there, if Freddie thinks it's safe, then it should be."

"Fine, but if Crazy's there, that kid won't live to come out of his precious apartment he refuses to leave." Her glare lingered on Spencer, but must have decided not to shoot the messenger. She marched out of our apartment and slammed the door.

At least I didn't have to cook any bacon.

There it is, it's just a bunch of short pieces from different points of view, I'm not sure I like it, but I'm the next chapter should be better because that's when the actual plot is starting. I feel like I talked about those girls with Gibby for too long, but if the story goes the way I plan they should be somewhat important. So here it is. Thank you so much to anyone who reviewed. Please review!