Summary: The iCarly gang head to Camp Rock for the summer. There they meet the campers of Camp Rock and Camp Star. Hilarity ensues. Contains, Seddie, Naitlyn, Smitchie and other pairings!

"Sam, c'mon!" The dark haired teen called up the stairs "We can't be late, and at the rate you're going, we're never gonna get there!"

"In a sec, Carls; I'm almost done." Sam called down the stairs, stuffing several packs of beef jerky and fat cakes into her signature red and black checkered backpack. She grabbed the almost full bag, and ran down the stairs. When she reached the last landing, she saw Carly and Freddie at the bottom, both of their backs to her.

The curly haired girl grinned evily, and stealthily crept down the remaining steps. Once behind Freddie, she opened her mouth to scream, but Carly spotted her and blew her cover before she could scare the nub.

"Sam; Don't." Carly warned, giving her a steely motherly gaze, which Sam deflated under. The saddened blonde trudged to her remaining luggage, ignoring the lecture Carly was giving her about how pranking people is rude, blah,blah,blah...

Luckily for Sam, Spencer ran into the room, interrupting Carly's long lecture. "CAR-LAY! Have you seen my box of screwdrivers? I need a few for a new sculpture I'm working on, and it's important that I-hey, where you going kid? Trying to leave without me?" Spencer moved to the kitchen with an easy smile on his face.

"Course not, Spence. Y'know we could never leave without you." Sam smirked from her place on the couch as Spencer beamed with pride. "You're our ride. We literally can't leave without you."

Carly glared at the girl lounging on the couch as Spencer's face fell. "No need to be so hurtful. I'll go find my keys so we can drop you guys off..." The tall artist trudged to his room gloomily. Carly kept a sympathetic face on until he was out of sight, then turned exasperated at Sam. "Why did you-"

"It was a joke!" Sam fired back, throwing her hands into the air and folded them behind her head.

"It was rude!"

"I didn't mean it-"

"You never mean it-"

"He wasn't supposed to take it-"

"He has feelings-"

"Too many feelings if you ask me, he should be a wo-"

"That's off the point!" Carly shrilled.

"No, I'm serious! He must've gotten hit on the hea-"

"He was not hit on the head as a child!" Carly stomped her foot

"Guys would you just please-" Freddie tried to intervene.

"STAY OUTTA THIS!" Both the girls yelled. It was silent for a moment, as the two girls stared at each other for a minute before breaking out into giggles. Freddie huffed and sat down on his roller suitcase. Spencer came in, keys dangling from his paint splattered fingers. "Got 'em...now where are we going exactly?"

All three teens rolled their eyes before stepping into the elevator with the bouncy 28-year-old.

"Camp Rock, here we come." Sam muttered before the elevator doors closed.