Hi!

This is my first time posting an iCarly story here. My other stories are all from the series Bones. But iCarly has come to be one of my favourite fandoms, and I post my fanfics on lj, but I decided to share this one with y'all here. The first three chapters are gonna go up today, and as I work on the rest, you'll get to read them, ok?

Disclaimer: I dont own this great show, and the people who do are SO lucky!

Notes: The parts in italics are two conversations. Sam is first, Freddie is second

iBianca Take Thee Freddie, iGarret Take Thee Sam

Carly replayed the two conversations she had just been a part of.

'Hey, Carls. Guess what?'

'Hi. Carly I have the best news...'

Carly was always happy to hear from her best friends. She saw them all the time, but she missed them sometimes when she had to go out of town in her job as a buyer for the celebrated designer Tony Fernandez. She took their calls with a big smile on her face.

'You aren't gonna believe this but...'

'You remember my girlfriend Bianca, right?'

Of course she remembered Freddie's girlfriend. Bianca was a lovely girl. She was sweet and gentle and polite. Carly also remembered Sam's boyfriend Garret. He was fiercely protective of Sam, and with his Harley Davidson bike and wardrobe of varying leather jackets, he was also cool.

"I'm getting married!"

'Last night, I asked Bianca to marry me, and she said yes!'

This news was great of course. Carly congratulated her best friends and was happy genuinely.

'It's gonna be so cool, Carly...'

'My mom's already planning the whole thing...'

'We're going to the Las Vegas Bellagio...'

'The whole wedding party is going to stay at the Boston Tipton for three days...'

'There's gonna be this HUGE cake!'

'She's thinking about a twelve tiered cake...'

'I'm so not wearing a dress though...'

'Bianca has her eye on this dress and she wants to get it custom made...'

'We've gotta hit the slots Carly, it'll be so damn cool...'

'All those historical sights, Carly, I mean we can go see where they poured all that tea...'

'I wanna get married by a weird Elvis Presley dude...'

'My mom says there's this beautiful church in Boston, she showed me pictures...'

'And it's April 14, so don't make any plans...'

'If we get everything ready in time, mom says we could have the wedding on April 14...'

Carly sighed.

That is where the problem began. One wedding in Las Vegas, the other in Boston. Both on the same day. Carly knew there was no way she could make it to both of them. She sent off an e-mail to both of them, telling them they needed to come to her house. They all needed to talk.