I do not own iCarly. I hope you enjoy this. Seddie rocks.

I smile. Socko has agreed to let me borrow his RV, or recreational vehicle as most people call it. Thankfully. For weeks now, everybody has been acting strange, and I needed to know why. I tried to ask Carly, but she would just ignore it and change the subject to something random. Sam barely came over to our place anymore, so I couldn't talk to her about this. Freddie wouldn't show up, either.

I saw him a few days ago. I saw him coming out of his loft, and I tried to get an answer from him. He made an excuse about having to be somewhere important and left the hallway. There was only one person left to talk to. Gibby. I called the Gibster to come over, since I don't want to be anywhere near his mother. After so many years.

He gave me nothing to help relieve the tension. He had no clue what was going on. He asked when this all started, and I told him. He stated that was the day after the Lock-In. I shuddered. I hate thinking about that day. I was trapped inside a container, and I was tortured. Carly begged me to forgive her, and I did.

Wait, what was I talking about? Gibby, right.

He wasn't as much help as I thought he would be. So, I went to Socko. Socko was usually the guy that would help me through any situation. And he was. His grandmother had left to go to a Salsa competition with his brother, leaving him alone in the house. The house was a nice three bedroom, two bathroom place. A few minutes away from my apartment.

Socko got right to it, and handed me a beer. I'm not usually the one to drink, but I try at least one when I'm with Socko. I don't want him to think I'm a wimp. A bigger wimp than I am now.

"Well, you can trap them in a basement for a few days without food and water. That's what made Gary Finnerick talk."He sat down onto the leather recliner in front of me from the couch I was sitting on.

"Who's Gary Finnerick?"

Socko cleared his throat, trying to change the subject."Nevermind. How about you take them at gunpoint, and-"

"Socks."I interrupted him with his nickname."I'm trying to get them to sort out their problems, not to rob them of their money."

"Well, you can always take them to a shrink. They might confess what's been going on in their adolescent minds."

"No."I sighed, taking a sip of beer."I need something that won't get them killed, and doesn't cost a lot of money."

"Hmm..."Socko pondered."How about we just forget about this? And I show you those new glow in the dark socks that I was talking about on the phone?"

"No!"I stood up in protest."I won't stand for this! I need to know what's going on with my little sister!"

"Okay, okay."Socko threw his hands up in defeat."Now, stop talking as if you're leading a revolution and let's think of something."

I sat down slowly on the couch."What? What else is there?"

In a moment of silence, Socko got it."Why don't you just take the gang out camping? I use to do that with my brother whenever he felt distressed and strange."

"Camping?"I ask, confusion in the voice."What would that do?"

Socko smiled, taking a swing of his beer bottle."It helps clear the mind, makes your problems go away."

I began to laugh."Seriously?"

"What? It's a good thing. It helps people. If you really want your sister and her friends to stop being like the way you describe, take them out to the camp ground. Have some fun. Go fishing. Who knows? Maybe you'll catch the beavecoon."He snickered at the last line.

My eyes shot up."What? The beavecoon?"

"Yeah."Socko chuckled."Sure, whatever."

"That sounds promising, do you think I can use old Betsy?"

"You can use my RV anytime you want. I hardly drive it anymore."Socko grinned widely."But...there's conditions this time."

"What conditions?"

"You have to take me along. I get to share a bed with you. And at the end of this trip, you have to tell Carly."

I dropped the beer bottle that I was previously holding onto."You mean...?"

"Yes. You have to tell her."Socko held out his hand for me to shake."Deal?"

I hesitated for a moment, before I shook his hand."Deal."

I look at the kitchen clock. How long does it take to pack? Carly always has to take more than she needs. We're going camping, not to Canada! Of course, their bacon (sliced ham) is good. Sam came over about a few minutes ago, carrying a light suitcase. At least she understands that it's only a week long camping trip. It's not as if we're packing up our home and moving some place else.

Sam went upstairs soon after that, and I checked her suitcase. Out of pure boredom. I peeked inside, just to see that half of it is full of Fatcakes. Of course it is.

"FREDDIE!"I hear an echo. Ms. Benson. I watch as Freddie opens the door and get inside quickly, locking it.

"Freddie!"I hear another echo outside the door."You need your tick lotion, or else...the ticks will stay there!"

"Mom!"I heard Freddie whine, setting down his suitcase next to Sam's."I thought we established this! I don't have ticks!"

This is going to be a long trip. And where's Gibby? I invited him to the trip, texting him when we're leaving.

"Mom, I told you that I didn't want him driving me."Gibby hissed, listening to his mother on the other line."He's not the best driver in the world."

He looked over at his grandfather."Because...we have been in this car for about fifteen minutes now, and...we haven't even left the driveway yet."

"What? That can't be possible."His mother giggled."You must be joking."

"Look outside the kitchen window."

There was a brief pause, before she replied."Oh...I see."

"Why couldn't dad drive me? At least he knows how to get out of the driveway."

"I'm sorry, but he had to work. Being a professional sumo wrestler is hard work. Espically when you're in America, and not in Japan."

"Hey, hang up that contraption before you get us killed!"Gibby's grandfather shouted."I've seen a lot of war weapons in my days, but this is an entirely new one. Dang war technology."

"I have to go mom...bye."He hung up, facing his grandfather.

"What was that?"

"It's just a phone. I was talking to my mom."

His grandfather chuckled."Yeah...and I didn't have six wives. You are one very funny man. Just like this one man I met. What was his name? Albert...Alfonzo? Alexander? Anyway..."

Gibby sighed. I need to get a new family.

I hope that this chapter was alright. I feel as if it was written terribly. I know that the camping idea has been done before, but this one has a whole new different plot in a way. I hope that you have enjoyed it.

Peace Love Seddie