Freddie tapped his foot angrily. He didn't expect to be waiting for access to the plane for an hour. He hated the airport. It was full of busy, rude people bustling on by. All the chatter from so many different people in so many different ways turned the background noise into nothing but a meaningless, buzzing, annoying hum. Freddie could clearly see the planes outside the huge window – all perched in their lanes until ready for take off.
Not only was it noisy, loud, and the constant beep of machines and doors was annoying, he was flying to Europe with Sam Puckette.
Long story short, iCarly was invited to come to Entertainment Awards. Not only were there television casts and hometown actors, but web shows as well. It was huge.
But of course, it was held in Europe.
Freddie had a difficult time convincing his mom to get on the private five-person plane with Carly and Spencer. He wanted to prove he could do something without her constant guidance.
Of course, he had forgotten that meant he was riding with Sam. The changes were made last minute, as Freddie had a sudden burst of pride, and no one seemed to realize it would be unpleasant for almost everyone.
Sam was busy on the bench, munching down on some Cheese Puffz. Her partially shredding jeans were loose around her legs, and tied to her feet were some black sneakers. Her inside shirt was a Penny T which read in green, bolded letters "PUDDING PATROL", backed with a brown, cotton shirt. She had on a plaid sweater, and a light bag hung at her side. A leg was propped up over the other, and she simply eyed the door as much as Freddie did.
Once finished with her snack (which she forced Freddie to give her money for), she idly tossed it onto a sleeping, grungy man beside her, who appeared to be homeless with his baggy, torn, dirty clothes and unshaved facial hair, as well as a half ripped garbage bag clutched in his unwashed hands.
After glaring at the clock for what seemed like an eternity, the doors cracked open.
Sam jumped to her feet and pushed Freddie onto the floor with a "Get out of my way!"
Freddie followed, dusting off his light blue plaid shirt (which was over a long sleeve white shirt), scowling viciously all the way to the plane.
Before anyone could even process the short time between the waiting sections to the plane, they were on the plane. Freddie and Sam had climbed into the back (which was crowded with basic supplies and clothes for the pilot, as well as survival items, fuel and needless junk). Freddie buckled himself in tightly, relieved their wasn't a mother that scolded him for not getting secured faster. Sam, on the other hand, slumped back into her seat casually, silent and obviously not pleased with Freddie's sudden change of plans.
They both felt rather claustrophobic as the pilot pushed back the seats. He didn't seem to take care for the fact Sam wasn't secured, somewhat to Freddie's annoyance. They all remained quiet, only sounds of them shifting a few times before the pilot propped on his headgear and started the plane up. Both Freddie and Sam jumped at the sudden roar of the plane starting, much to the laughter of their private pilot. Sam scowled, but said nothing, pushing herself against the side of the plane, staring out he widow.
It was all going fine as they moved down the runway, but when the plane began to steadily rise into the air, Freddie found himself fiercely grasping the seat. Sam was frightened at how loose she was in the small plane, and quickly secured herself.
"What are you doing, trying to kill us?" Sam snarled, finally breaking the silence. Freddie said nothing but became an onlooker with somewhat of an interested for Sam's bickering.
The pilot only hooted again, and turned his head slightly to say,
"If I had been trying to kill you, you would have been dead by now." He chuckled, returning his attention to the sky ahead of him. Not like there was something he could hit so high in the air. Freddie peered out the window, felling his stomach drop as he realized how quickly the plane could rise. Despite the frightening height, everyone in that tiny, one engine plane knew that their journey had begun.
