AN: The Icarly gang is off to Paris for a class trip! So i couldnt sleep the other night, and i had my cell phone, so i wrote the 'Airport' version of this story in a text message, and e-mailed it to myself. I might have missed some typo's and what not, so if you see anything, lemme know and ill fix it! enjoyy :]

The Airport

"Okay, lets get the three musketeers together for one last pre-plane picture!" Spencer said. Sam, Carly, and I are going on a class trip to... PARIS! Were just about to board the plane, and Spencer was being a little photo happy.

"Come on Spencer! Leave us alone! We have to go!" Carly said, clearly annoyed.

"Just one last picture?" Spencer pleaded. He was using his puppy-dog face.

"Fine." Carly huffed, and pushed me and Sam together.

"Hey! Im gonna get dork germs on me!" Sam yelped. I couldn't help but be slightly offended.

"Just shut up and smile! I gotta get in line!" Carly said back. So we all smiled. Then as soon as the flash went off, Sam jumped a couple feet away, and brushed my 'germs' off.

"Everyone, were going through customs, so say a quick goodbye to your parents, and get in the line!" Mrs. Briggs yelled.

"Well, bye Spencer! See you in two weeks!" Carly said, and then turned around to leave.

"Cant I have just one hug!" Spencer asked, again with the puppy-dog face.

"Spencer, if I want to get a seat by Jake, I have to leave now!" She said and skipped away. Wait... If Carly sits by Jake, that means...

"You mean I have to sit with that thing!?"

Sam. Great. A 12 hour flight, sitting with someone who has previously put me in the hospital.

Sam poked me in temple with an accusing finger. "Why did you have to be so unappealing!"

"Why did you have to be so unappealing?" I mocked. That was a bad idea. Her fist had raised in front of my face and was about to hit my nose when Mrs. Briggs appeared and grabbed her arm.

"Now Sam, lets try not to break anyone's limbs, or puncture any nerves this time. Okay?"

"Fine." Sam said and crossed her arms over her chest, then playfully kicked me in the shin.

"Now go get in line!" She yelled in our faces. Ew. She spit on me.

"Bye." Sam said to Spencer then put her hands on my back and pushed me to the line. "Lets go Benson."

"Sure, cause I didn't want to say bye to my mom or anything…" I said to her sarcastically as she pushed me along.

"That's what I thought." She said and then dug her fingernails into my shoulders and kneed me in the butt. Well this should be a fun trip.

The Take-off

"I want the window seat." Sam said. Just as she saw me.

"So do I." I challenged. I was already sitting in the window seat. She gave me a threatening stare. Next thing I know, she is sitting on me.

"I want the window seat." she said. She wasn't that heavy... Kind of felt like a pillow. It was cozy.

"Well have fun during take off, cause in not moving." I answered. The determined squint of her eyes was kind of adorable...

"Get a room!" Gibby said to us as he walked by. And that got Sam off of me pretty quick. She jumped about 2 feet in the air, then landed back on me with a thud. She quickly stumbled back into her seat. Ha, she was blushing! Sam Puckett didn't blush!

"Your lucky I don't like being associated with you…" She mumbled while settling into her aisle seat. VICTORY! About 30 seconds of silence went by before that flight safety video came on. And I noticed Sam was shaking a bit, and biting her lip.

"What's wrong?''

"Nothing…" Sam squeaked.

"You can tell me." I prodded. I just totally went into comforting-best-friend mode. Creepy.

"Okay, I'm just a little sacred me flying. Happy?" She said, defeated. Wow, I didn't think Sam was afraid me anything.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yes!? Of course!" She laughed, putting on a tough girl face. "I'm not a baby, Benson,"

"Please take your seats, and buckle your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly." A muffled voice came from the captain.

And as soon as the plane started to jiggle, her hand was clutching mine, and squeezing it pretty darn tight. Sam, is holding my hand? I looked at her, teeth clenched and all, and I guess she realized what she was doing she quickly jerked her hand away, and looked at me.

"Sorry…" She whispered. "I didn't mean to…"

"Its okay." I said, reassuring her. I grabbed her hand, and gently pulled it down to the arm rest. She looked straight into my eyes, and the slight turn of her lips indicated she wasn't quite in the mood to be rude and overbearing. Her eyebrows raised a bit, as if she was questioning what I was doing, but then as soon as the plane stumbled into the air, she was back to squeezing the heck out of my hand. She has quite the grip I must say.

And even once we were in the air, she didn't let go.

The Flight

She had fallen asleep during the movie, and her head had just found its way to my shoulder. I didn't push her away though. I knew she was scared. Every once in a while she would squeeze my hand (She still hadn't let go…) and her face would scrunch up.

"Sam and Freddie sitting on the plane! Doin' something I'd rather not explain!" Gibby sang, leaning over the back of his seat.

"Um, Gibby, She's asleep. Don't. Wake. Her. Up!" I said, but as soon as I said it I wished I hadn't.

"A little overprotective are we?" Gibby taunted. "Whatever. I just need a picture for the yearbook. And other various places I'll decide to post it.."

"Gibby!" I threatened.

SNAP!

Sam was going to kill me once she saw this picture. I can feel it.

And I can feel her hand intertwined with mine.

And I can feel her full head of hair nestled into my neck.

Her hair smelled good. Like Kiwi.