Sam sat in Freddie's truck, her hands on the steering wheel, taping her fingers impatiently. It had already been fifteen minutes since she left Freddie's apartment. She let out a long, sharp breath, frustrated with the nub. Did it really take that dork that long to change? She swore, sometimes he was more of a girl then she was.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head forward, resting it on the steering wheel between her hands. She inhaled deeply, taking in the musky old car smell and smiled slightly. She liked the smell of Freddie's car - it reminded her of him - though she would never admit that to anyone.

A few seconds later, she lifted her head, craning it back to peer out of the back window. The light from the moon illuminated the parking lot. She could see Bushwell's front door, a small light radiating out from the lobby. Still no nub.

Tap tap. There was a light tap on Sam's window and she jumped slightly, turning her head to the left. Freddie was standing there, the moon half illuminating his face. Sam unlocked the car doors and Freddie opened the driver's side door.

"What took you so long, nub?" Sam hissed, her eyes narrowing at him.

"Sorry. It's my first time sneaking out. I'm new at this," Freddie said defensively, putting his hands up in mock defense.

"Whatever. Just get in the passenger seat," Sam ordered, gesturing to the seat to her right with her thumb.

"Oh no," Freddie said, crossing his arms with authority, "I am not letting someone who failed their drivers test four times drive my baby."

Sam rolled her eyes and scoffed."I only failed it three times! And I swear that lady at the DMV was out to get me last time."

"Sam, you made her wait in the car while you stopped for a smoothie during your drivers test. Plus you parked in a no parking zone." Freddie stated, matter-of-factly.

"I asked if she wanted a smoothie..." Sam said under her breath.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Just move or I won't help you."

Sam brought her hand to her chin, scrunching her face up in thought. She finally gave an exasperated sigh and climbed over the central console. Normally she would have argued with him, but she figured she couldn't have her cake and eat it too.

Once Sam was situated in the passenger seat, Freddie climbed in, shutting the car door. He put the key in the ignition, turning it to start the truck.

He turned to Sam. "Well, where to?"

"Just keep driving straight on 8th Avenue till you hit Pike Street. I'll tell you what to do from there," Sam answered, propping her feet onto the dash board and resting her hands behind her head.

Freddie nodded and began backing out. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. He had a bad feeling about this, but then again, nothing good ever came out of late night visits from Sam.

"Park over there," Sam said pointing, once they had arrived on Pike Street. It had only taken them fifteen minutes to get there.

Freddie complied, parking next to the side walk, near the street sign. He cut off the engine and peered around, taking in his surroundings. The street was dark, not very many street lights around, but the glow from the moon made it a bit easier to see. To his left was a small park where he could see a hobo sleeping under the slide. Over to his right were a few stores he remembers going to a few times.

Freddie felt uneasy. Being here at night gave him an eerie feeling. In the day there would usually be many cars and pedestrians passing by this street, but right now it was completely empty. It reminded him of one of those scary movies' where the dude goes into an empty, abandoned town and there lurking in the alley was a killer. Freddie shuddered at the thought.

He turned to Sam, who began unbuckling her seatbelt. The moon illuminated her face and Freddie could see bags forming under her eyes. She yawned, stretching the drowsiness out of her.

"Tired?"

"Ehh, just a little."

"Um, maybe we should do this some other night then. You se-"

"Oh no, Fredward. You are not chickening out on me. Were here. Were doing this. Got it?"

"I guess. What's the plan anyways?"

"Okay, so from here to Bushwell, were gonna take down all the street signs and replace them with our own street signs."

"Sam! That's crazy, and I'm pretty sure that's illegal!"

"All the fun things are illegal!"

"I don't know about this Sam. It seems risky."

"Oh, who was I kidding? You're a spineless little priss."

"I am not a spineless little priss!"

"Oh come on. When was the last time you've done anything exciting or dangerous?"

"Well how bout that time we went to Japan and-"

"That was two years ago! Plus, you didn't really have a choice on that one, so it doesn't count."

"Well…"

"Well?"

"…."

"Exactly, nothing! Now c'mon. Live it up Fredward! Don't you wanna experience life to its fullest? Y'know, you're only young once. Don't you want a good story to tell your kids."

"But what if we get caught?"

"It's almost three in the morning. There's barely anyone out right now. Were not gonna get caught."

A moment of silence passed.

"So are you in or not?"

Freddie raised a hand to his face, cupping his chin while mulling over Sam's words. He could go home right now, avoid any trouble, and keep the blonde out of jail. But then again, she had a point. He had never actually done anything exciting. He had never really felt that kind of rush you feel when you do something so dangerous or so crazy that it's actually quite thrilling. Anything he did with her and Carly, he was forced into doing. Oh god, his teenage years were going down the drain.

Freddie let out a long sigh. "Let's do this."

Freddie opened the door and stepped out of the car. He walked around the car to the passenger side where he met an eager Sam. She walked over to the back of the truck and reached in the truck bed, pulling out a duffel bag. She must have put that in there while Freddie was changing. She unzipped the bag and pulled out a monkey wrench and a flat, metal sign.

"So we have to change all of the street signs?" Freddie asked. There were at least over ten street signs between their current location and Bushwell.

"Nah. Were only doing the signs on this side of the street," Sam said handing Freddie the street sign.

They began walking towards their first target.

"Alright, so what do you want me to do?" Freddie asked, standing in front of the sign.

"Just lift me up so I can reach the sign," Sam ordered, placing the duffel bag on the ground.

"Uhm, okay," Freddie said, a bit flustered with the idea of lifting Sam.

He kneeled down on his knees onto the hard pavement, directly in front of the sign. Sam climbed onto his shoulders, steadying herself with his head. Freddie wrapped his arms around her legs, keeping the street sign they were going to use to replace the other one between his arm and Sam's left leg. Slowly he got up with Sam on his shoulders, being sure to keep himself steady. He was quite surprised. For a girl who could eat three times her weight of ham, she wasn't as heavy as he anticipated.

"Alright nub. Now just move a little bit closer so I can unscrew the bolt."

Freddie did as he was told and Sam reached her arms forward, clutching the beam that the street sign stood on. She began unscrewing the bolt. Once the bolt was off Sam took the street sign and dropped it on to the pavement. It made a loud clank causing Freddie to jump. He looked around panicked.

"Whoa!" Sam said, steadying herself with the beam. "Keep still you nub! Now hand me the other sign."

"Sorry!" Freddie said. He slowly released one of Sam's legs and quickly grabbed the street sign that was between his other arm and Sam's leg. He carefully extended his arm up, handing her the sign.

Sam took the sign and began positioning it onto the beam. She felt around the street sign looking for the hole to insert the screw. Once she was able to do so, she inserted the screw and began screwing the bolt on.

"Alright nub. Let me down."

Freddie slowly bent down to his knees once again and Sam got off of his shoulders. He rubbed his shoulders, a slight ache starting to form, and looked up at the street sign. It read "Toilets". He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Toilets?"

"It's all part of the plan."

"Where'd you get that sign anyways?"

"Make-A-Sign Dot Org."

"Why didn't you switch the other one?" Freddie pointed to the sign on top of "Toilets". It read "8th street", the street they were currently on.

"Were only going to change the ones that intersect 8th street."

"So were only doing," Freddie paused, doing the math in his head, "Five?"

"Yup. Now let's go," Sam said, heading toward Freddie's car. "Onto the next sign!"

Freddie sighed. This was going to be a long night.

By the last sign, Sam and Freddie were exhausted. Needless to say, they had been able to successfully remove and replace the last four street signs. They had run into a few problems – putting on the sign upside down, replacing the wrong sign, nearly getting caught, etc. – but they were able to get by.

Sam stood in the truck bed, replacing the final street sign. Around the third sign Freddie complained that his shoulders were getting hurting, so he came up with the idea to park the truck near the street sign so Sam could just get on top of there and replace it.

Once Sam had tightened the bolt she jumped down from the truck, exhausted. Freddie, who was sitting in the truck bed, looked up at street sign that read "Don't".

"We did a great job tonight," Freddie said, his voice raspy from lack of sleep.

"Yup. I can't believe we didn't get caught." Sam said.

"Yeah, we got real luck- "

"Freeze!" a voice sounded behind the two. Freddie's hands instinctively raised in a surrounding position.