I'm SO sorry for not writing in a long time! I wish that I had more free time to write, but for right now my life consists of school, homework, volleyball, eating and sleeping. :/ Hopefully things will start to slow down soon!

DISCLAIMER: iCarly is not owned by me. But I do own a cat!

Chapter 1: Freddie's POV

It was Monday, AKA the worst day of the week, and I was in no mood to go to school. I had spent a good portion of my weekend adding a bunch of new software to my laptop, so I feel completely worn out. Wow, that sounded pathetic and nerdy.

As I walked into the main lobby, I noticed a lot of hot pink signs hanging on the walls, and even more on the floor. I picked one up and read it. "GIBBY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!" it said in bold text. "COME HAVE THE TIM OF YOUR LIFE FROM 6-8:00 ON SATURDAY NIGHT. LOCATION TBA. ITS GONNA BE WILDDDDD!" Next to it there was a picture of Gibby in a tiger costume, trying to look fierce… or constipated. I can't tell.

I chuckled a bit and put the poster back on the ground. Every year Gibby tries to throw a huge birthday party and invites the whole school, but usually the only people who showed up are me, Sam, Carly, and Spencer. And the parties are really lame, too. We kind of just sit there while Gibby cries about how unpopular he is.

I walk to my locker and take out the binders I need for my morning classes. "Yo, Benson!" I hear the unmistakable voice of Sam Puckett yell.

I shut my locker and lean against it, trying to look somewhat cool. "Hey," I say.

She shoves a hot pink poster in my face. "Did you see this?"

"Yeah, can you believe that he spelled time wrong? He spelled it like Tim! That's a name; what a dumb typo!" I laugh. Sam gave me a look that clearly said 'that's not the point' and I coughed. "Uh, I mean, I guess we'll be wasting our time at another stupid Gibby party."

Sam groans and ripped the poster in two. "And once again, nobody's gonna come and we'll be stuck with a crying, shirtless Gibby and a suckish cake."

Just then, Carly came sprinting over. "Guys! Did you see the posters?" She paused to catch her breath. "I really, REALLY don't wanna go."

"Gibby's gonna have a fit if we don't go, you know that, Carly. We're his only friends," I tell her.

Sam scoffed. "I'm not friends with that nub, that's for sure!"

All of a sudden, Gibby appeared out of nowhere. "Hey guys, did you see my posters? I made them myself!" He said, beaming with pride.

Carly put on a fake grin. "Yeah, they look great, Gib!"

"Yeah, that picture of you dressed as a tiger is pretty sexy," Sam smirked. I couldn't help but grimace a little. Even though she was joking when she said that, it still hurt a little. She had never called me sexy.

"Thanks!" Gibby said, obviously proud of himself. "My mom made it for me; she told me it would make people wanna come to the partay!"

"It totally has that affect on people," I said sarcastically.

Gibby pumped his fist in the air. "So you guys will be there, right?"

Sam, Carly and I all looked at each other with wide eyes. No way in hell did I want to go to this party, but Gibby was our friend, so I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Carly and I nodded while Sam scowled and grumbled to herself.

"SWEET!" Gibby cried. "Oh, and there's just one little problem… my mom won't let me have the partay at our house because she's hosting this stupid dinner for her gardening club. Do think it would be cool if I had it at your place, Carly?"

Carly looked at Sam and me with deer-in-the-headlights eyes. "Um, yeah, I guess that would be alright," she finally sputtered out.

"NICE!" Gibby yelled. "THIS WILL BE THE BEST PARTAY OF ALL TIME!" And with that, he skipped (yes, actually skipped) down the hallway.

Sam shook Carly's shoulders. "Carls! Why would you let him have the party at your apartment?"

"Well, we all know that we'll be the only one's at the party anyway, so it doesn't really matter," Carly pointed out.

The five minute bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to homeroom. We all waved goodbye and walked off to our separate homerooms.

As I sat in homeroom, mindlessly tapping my pencil on the desk, the morning announcements started on the loudspeaker.

"Good morning, Ridgeway!" Principle Franklin's voice boomed through the school. "I hope you all had a wonderfull weekend and are now ready to learn!" We all groaned.

"And now, here's your student body president, Megan Rhodes!" he announced.

"Thank you Principal Franklin. Today they will be serving tator tots and pizza bagels in the cafeteria; along with green pea soup. Also, the Key Club will be meeting in room 148 after school today…" I drowned out the sound of her annoying, nasally voice and stopped paying attention.

Suddenly, a commotion could be heard in the background, and Megan Rhodes was yelling, "Stop, stop! Give it back!"

"HELLOOOOOO RIDGEWAY!" Gibby's voice boomed. Oh dear gosh. "I'm sure by now y'all have heard of my upcoming birthday partay! On my hot pink posters it says the location is TBA, and that mean to be announced, for those of you who don't know proper urban slang. But I will now announce the location so it is no longer TBA! My super cool partay will be held at Carly Shay's apartment! Ya know, the one from iCarly! Her apartment number is 8-C at Bushwell Plaza! Be there or be square!"

I dropped my mouth in shock. Gibby had just told the entire school Carly's address.

More commotion could be heard over the loudspeaker. It sounded like Megan was trying to pry the microphone out of Gibby's hand; and it caused one of those loud, high-pitched noises to screech through the building. I covered my ears and winced.

I heard Gibby utter one final "GIBBAYYYYYYY!" before Megan gained control of the microphone again.

After first period, I practically ran to my chemistry class to ask Carly about Gibby's announcement.

"Carly!" I yelled, catching up to her in the hall. "Did you hear what Gibby said over the loudspeaker?"

She nodded her head furiously, fuming. "I can't believe he did that! Now everybody knows where I live!" She cried. "A bunch of people came up to me and asked if they could come over when we film iCarly!"

I groaned. Leave it to Gibby to mess everything up.

"Look at the bright side," I told her. "I highly doubt that anybody is gonna show up to the party; it'll still just be me, you, Sam and Spencer."

Carly sighed. "I guess you're right, everybody knows that Gibby's parties are lame."

Thursday Night

"iCarly start in an hour, so you guys should get ready," I told Sam and Carly. "And Gibby should be getting here soon."

Sam scowled and fell onto a beanbag chair, her golden curls spilling underneath her in an extremely attractive way. I mentally slapped myself; I'm not allowed to think about her like that anymore. Bad Freddie!

"We shouldn't even let Gibby on the show, not after what he did to Carly!" Sam ranted.

"While I somewhat agree with that, we can't just kick Gibby off the show. He's an important part to it now, he's in every webcast!" I said.

Carly nodded. "I'm still a little mad about what he did, but nobody's gonna come to the party. Besides, nobody from school has come over since he told everyone my address."

"I guess," Sam mumbled. "I just don't wanna suffer another boring party with just us and Spencer."

"Spencer's not even coming," Carly said. "He's going laser tagging with Socko and his buddies from the junk yard, and then they're all going to Socko's house to spend the night watching Paranormal Activity and House Hunters."

Sam and I laughed. Spencer did the strangest things with his friends.

Gibby finally showed up and we did the show without any problems. Until the end, that is.

"That's it for this week's iCarly!" Sam said.

"Actually," Gibby cut in, "I have something I'd like to say." Carly, Sam and I all shot worried looks at each other.

"As some of you may know, I'm having my birthday partay on Saturday night; it's from 6-8 pm right here at Carly's house!"

Carly's eyes widened in panic, and she jumped in front of him. "No no no, he's lying! Gibby, get off the camera!"

But Gibby didn't budge. "I'm inviting everyone in Seattle to come here, apartment 8-C in Bushwell Plaza, from 6-8 on Saturday night! Don't miss it, it's gonna be off da hook!"

There is so much not right about that boy.

The Next Day

Gibby's POV

From the moment I walked into Ridgeway Friday morning, I felt like I had the most swag in the world. Even though Carly, Sam and Freddie were really mad at me for announcing Carly's address to the entire world, I still felt amazing.

My partay was gonna be flippin awesome! I wasn't sure if everybody in Seattle could even fit in Carly's apartment, but that didn't matter.

All of a sudden, I heard my name being called. "Yo, Gibby!" I turned around and came face to face with Ryan Dellfera, the most popular senior at Ridgeway.

Attempting to be cool, I gave him one of those bro high five things. "Sup, man?" I said in a deep voice.

Ryan smirked. "I heard about the party you're throwing at Carly's on Saturday."

I inwardly squealed. Ryan Dellfera had heard about my partay! "You gonna come, dude?" I asked in the same deep, cool voice.

"Dunno. I was invited to 5 parties on Saturday. But I know one thing for sure; nobody's interested in coming to yours."

My heart sank. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Well, for starters, you're not cool. Secondly, the party seems totally lame. Will there even be any alcohol?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Alcohol? But we're underage!"

Ryan snorted. "Lemme tell you something, Gib. No party is fun without any alcohol. If you agree to let me and some of my buddies bring over our stash of beer and liquor, I'll get this whole school to come to your party. Deal?"

I stopped to consider it. I never drank alcohol, but I kinda wanted to try it. I heard about how buzzed people could get and how it made anything a lot more fun. None of my other parties over the years had been any fun, and I never got invited to good parties cause nobody wanted me running around shirtless and ruining it for everyone else. This could be my only chance.

I shook his hand. "Deal."

Gibbayyyyyy.

A/N: Gibby, you bad child.

I'll try to have the next chapter up soon, where all the good partay action will happen. I'm looking forward to writing it, I can already tell it's gonna be fun to write. xD

And by the way, in case you didn't pick up on the hints, Sam and Freddie's break up did happen in this story. Never fear, I'll be sure to fix that. ;) *laughs evilly*