[Insert extremely hilarious intro that will cause you, the reader, to fall off your chair, roll on the floor and laugh. Not exactly in that order, but you know…]

"Sam! Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Freddie pounded on the door

"Geez Fredweina. Chill." Sam stepped out

Their rich friend, Anne, was having her birthday party on her private island off the coast of China and she had sent a private jet to pick them up. If they didn't arrive to the meeting place soon, the jet would leave without them. They almost refused to go, for Carly was sick and couldn't.

But Carly had said, "No, its okay. Go have fun you two!"

Sam didn't need to be told twice, but she had to convince Freddie a bit.

"C'mon! How many times in your life are you gonna be able to step foot in a private jet and go to a private island for a flippin' birthday party?" Sam whined

"Well…If you put it that way…" Freddie said as a smile started to form, "SEE YA CARLY!"

As the two left, Carly had gotten out of bed, washed her face and turned on the computer. A/N: Weird. After Carly washed her face, all signs of sickness disappeared. The bags under her eyes, the ghostly complexion, the red nose. Something to think about.

As soon as Sam got on the jet, she laid herself on the seats and started to take a nap. Freddie brought a book with him even though he was going to a party. It was called Fun with Calculus. Earlier, when Sam saw it, she had said, "You're making this way too easy. I'm not even going to try."

The ride was smooth...until they tried to land. Alarms started sounding, red lights went off. Sam woke abruptly and Freddie put down his book.

"What's going on?" Sam said, trying not to sound scared

A voice came onto the intercom answering Sam's question.

"This is your captain speaking! We might crash! Take the safety vests and air masks! Then-"

The captain's voice got cut off. The plane started twirling, almost upside down at one point. Things flying everywhere, Sam and Freddie fended for their lives. The right wing tore off and the smoke was suffocating.

Then suddenly they were submerged in water. They heard a loud explosion and saw flashes of red and orange through the clear ocean. The plane, after falling in the water, exploded for some unknown reason. Fortunately, they were close to the shore. Unfortunately, everything they brought was either lost in the ocean and/or burnt to a crisp. They couldn't even find the pilot.

They dragged their damp bodies onto the shore. They huddled together for warmth until they realized what had just happened.

They had just been in a plane crash and survived

They had to find people, fast.

They were snuggling. Together.

They pulled apart from the embrace.
Freddie broke the silence, "We should go and find the party. We have to tell them what happened so maybe they can save the pilot."

"Who cares about the pilot? I brought my good ham with me! Who's gonna save that? No one, that's who!" That was harsh, even for Sam.

Freddie detected something wrong, "Are you okay Sam?"

"Yeah Freddifer. Forget what I said. Let's go."

"Well…..Okay…" Freddie was not a man of many words

They figured the party should be somewhere in the center of the island.

They searched…And searched…And searched…

Three uploads in one week? Crazy, I know! I'm in a writey kind of mood. You know…If writey is a word…

Thanks for reading what I write, it really means a lot.

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-3Seddie4Ever3