iCabin
I don't own iCarly one bit!
Chapter 1: Cabin-o-Dirt
Spencer's POV:
Click clack click-idy click-clack…
Surfing the web… I was never really good at it. In fact I suck at technology in general. But the times are passing me by, all the kiddos are on the internet all the time now… speaking of kiddos, I should really do something nice for my baby sister. The summer after sophomore year should be memorable… let's see… maybe a trip…
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Mexico? Ew, ew, ew, they've got giant bugs there… Ireland? Carly hates bagpipe music… Disney World? Ooh, lil' pricey. Maybe something local…
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A camp? Ages 8-12, that won't work. Maybe just a cabin…
Clicky clicky clack-click…
Seattle's Lake-side Cozy Cabins… hrm… sounds promising… nature… fishing… neighbors to interact with or avoid… all sounds good. I should go tell her!
Narrator's POV:
Carly, Sam, and Freddie were all sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV. It was the first week into summer vacation and they were already turning into couch potatoes.
"uuuuh," Sam groaned but didn't move a muscle. Carly, understanding the language some how and passed Sam the plate of fruits and cheeses.
"uuuuh," Freddie groaned in a similar way.
"grrrarrr," Sam grumbled, rejecting Freddie's request as she clutched the plate of food.
"aaaaye," Carly mumble-reasoned with Sam.
"grumph" Sam grunted, making it clear that she was not going to share.
Before the lazy grumble-fest could continue Spencer came bursting in from the other room. This caused all three friends to jump a little from their previously set-in positions.
"CARLY, CARLY, CALRY, CARLY!!" Spencer wailed as he galloped over to their couch.
"What, what, what, what?" Carly mocked her brother.
"I've come up with a sure-fire way to get you three off your butts!"
"What if I don't wanna get off my butt..." Sam mumbled, more to herself than anyone else.
"Alright Spencer, don't hold out on us." Carly called up over her head.
"CAMPING! CABIN! YOU THREE AND I! LOTS-O-FUN! PACK, PACK PACK!" Spencer hollered.
"What? Pack now?" Carly asked feeling a little bombarded.
"YES! But of course! We leave ASAP! It's a two-hour drive!" Spencer was now bouncing up and down with glee.
"All of us?" Freddie asked hopeful.
"Yeah, yeah! Come on guys let's move it out! We're going to stay there for a week, PACK!" Spencer ran around and lifted everyone off the couch.
"Alright Spencer, calm down. Come on Sam, there's enough of your clothes in your drawer in my room, Freddie, go over to your house and pack. This is gunna be fun!" Carly ordered happily, she was glad they were going to do something.
Spencer drove, Freddie sat shot gun, and the two girls scrunched together in the back seat with a bunch of Spencer's floaty toys that they couldn't talk him out of bringing.
The two hour drive went by without too much trouble. It started out with Sam wining to go to every fast-food restaurant they passed by, eventually they just ordered a bunch of food and fed it to Sam in fifteen minute intervals. Spencer loaded up on sporks at the Taco Bell they stopped at, and spent a lot of time explaining what sculpture he planned to make with them. They all enjoyed car games, Sam cheated Freddie out of winning which caused an argument, but it was soon drowned out by Spencer's crazy screaming.
"LAND HO! WE ARE HERE! All right my brave adventurers, let's head over to that lovely lodging information hut!"
The clerk lady gave them their key and directed them were their cabin was. She was very cranky and was obviously annoyed with Spencer's cheeriness. But that didn't faze him one bit. He juggled his pool toys, attracting attention from passer-bys, and found his way to their cabin.
Carly's POV:
Okay, it wasn't the BEST cabin… I mean, it had floors and a ceiling and… and… walls… that's all that really matter's, right? Ugh, the kitchen was a dark useless cave, the stares did NOT look safe enough to apply pressure to, and dirt was tracked in EVERYWHERE by people… and some unidentified creatures. Yuck, yuck, yuck…
Freddie's POV:
Gross, this place looks like it hasn't had a good sweeping since the 60s… Spencer REALLY didn't want to pay too much did he... well, as long as I get to hang out with my friends a little, it doesn't really matter… right?
Spencer's POV:
THIS PLACE IS THE BOMB-DIGGITY!! WOO HOO!!
Sam's POV:
"Spencer? I thought you were bringing us to a cabin, not the city dump." I voiced my opinion; I could see it on Carly's and Freddork's faces too.
"Come on guys! This place is great! Looks like the rooms are upstairs, last one there's a rotten egg!" he called, jumping past us. But with one bounding leap onto those rickety old stairs, he crashed right through. Dust clouded up into our faces. Carly and Fredward shielded themselves and went into a coughing fit, I, however, was on the floor in a laughing fit.
"Spencer! *cough cough* Are you okay?" Carly asked worriedly.
"Yep, yep…" Spence grunted a little as he got himself up, "I'm good." His previous sickeningly upbeat behavior was gone; he looked like the rest of us now, grimacing and a little nervous.
"We'll make it work" he said, "some how…"
