Viva Las Vegas 2

Freddie looked at the clock. It was half-hour before they had to leave for the airport to grab the red-eye to Las Vegas. He grabbed his bag and made his way to Carly's. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. Luckily Carly never learnt to lock up. He just turned the handle and walked right in. A smile crept to his face at the sight before him. A blonde headed beauty sleeping on the sofa, lightly snoring. Freddie got a mischievous idea. He snuck up to her and started to move his two hands to her sides to tickle her.

"Touch me and you're dead, Benson," she suddenly said, not even opening her eyes.

Freddie frowned. "How did you know I was here?"

She smirked and still kept her eyes closed. "You tip-toe as quietly as an elephant and I recognize your cologne anywhere." She finally looked at him. "Get me something to drink," she ordered.

"What's the magic word?" he asked.

"Now or I'll make sure you have no kids," she said sternly.

Freddie gulped at the seriousness of her statement and retrieved a soda from the fridge. He handed it to her. As she sat up he dumped himself next to her. "Where's Carly?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Still packing."

"Still? But we're only going for three days!"

"You know Carly. She'll have to change clothes every time we leave the hotel room."

Freddie chuckled.

"Everything ready?"

"Yup. I'm all packed and the hotel is booked. I still don't understand why I have to pay for the hotel, after all it's you guys who are taking me to Vegas."

Sam turned to face him, put her both hands on his cheeks and squeezed so that he had puckered lips. "It's because you love…" She looked him in the eyes and lost her train of thought, but quickly recovered, dropped her hands, turned away and finished what she was saying, "um…uh…us."

Freddie noticed her blushing. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Carly running down the stairs.

"Freddie! When did you come?"

He again opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off again.

"No time to chit-chat, Spencer's here. Let's go!"

Freddie sat, with both girls on either side, at the waiting area, getting ready to board. Carly's phone buzzed. She opened it to check the text.

"That's Maria. She said that they're home and Spencer is feeling better."

"That's good to hear." Freddie said. He shook his head and continued spaeking, "I still can't believe he threw out his back lifting your suitcase Carls."

"I'm not surprised. Spencer is a wuss, besides, you should have seen the amount of hair products and shoes Carly packed in that one suitcase," Sam commented.

Freddie frowned and looked at Carly. "Wait, so that one had all that junk and the other is just your clothes?"

Carly pouted. "Well I like to be prepared just in case!" she said defensively.

"And I bet your going to drag me to go shopping too," Sam added, rolling her eyes.

"Why can't you two just leave me alone?" Carly huffed.

"Come on Carls, we're just messing with you," said Sam, now smiling.

"Yeah," agreed Freddie. Suddenly he looked visibly upset. "I just realized that I'm going to be the one to tote those bags around," he said in disgust.

Carly nodded and smiled victoriously, "That's right." The three of them joined in laughter.

At that moment, they heard the boarding call for their flight, and made their way to the gate. Freddie pulled out his boarding pass then turned to Carly and patted her on the back, "First class… nice going."

"Uh, actually I didn't book the flight, Sam did," Carly replied as she walked to the ramp first.

Freddie whipped around to see a smirking Sam with her arms folded. "Ahem! You were saying?"

"Uh… first class… nice going… good job." He offered a weak smile and a thumbs up. He collected his stub from the attendant.

"Whatever Fredifer. Now move it!" She pushed him forward just as he turned to walk after Carly.

Freddie turned around once more to face the demon. "Don't push me!" He started walking again along the ramp to the plane.

Sam stood and glared at him. "Don't tell me what not to do."

He reached the plane, turned and glared back at her. "Just give me a chance to board."

She caught up and continued harassing him. "You're taking too long."

"The doorway is narrow. Just give me a chance." The wheel of his carry-on was now stuck, slowing his progress even more and infuriating Sam even further.

"Move it or lose it Dork!" she shouted. She shoved him in his back. He lunged forward, freeing the wheel at the same time, but almost falling.

"STOP PUSHING ME!" he pleaded.

"GO!" she commanded.

20 minutes later…

Carly sat frowning with her arms folded. She didn't want to speak to either of her friends right now but this time they had gone too far. Freddie and Sam sat on either side of her, not daring to utter a word.

Carly finally spoke up. "I can't believe you two got us kicked off the plane."

Her two friends looked at each other, glared and shouted in unison, "It's your fault! No not mine, yours! Stop doing that! Arrr!" They slammed back into their seats and folded their arms, each looking absolutely pissed off.

"You two shut up! It's both your faults! It takes two to tango. Please try to get along."

Freddie took a deep breath and sighed at Carly's outburst. He got up and walked off. Sam remained seated, kept her arms folded and scowled.

Freddie returned five minutes later and stood in front of Sam, looking down at her. As she looked up he took his hand out from behind his back and produced a chocolate glazed donut in a piece of wax paper. He held it out to her, offering it. She looked at it then at Freddie. Her expression softened as she accepted the pastry. He smiled and sat next to her. She broke off a small piece and held it up to his mouth. He looked her in the eyes, then opened up. She shoved the piece of donut in his mouth then licked her fingers. As he chewed he smiled even more. The smile was contagious. Pretty soon, they were both laughing.

Carly sat dumbfounded looking at her two friends. "So why did the two of you break up again?"

The laughter stopped. The looked at each other then at Carly. "Drop it Carls!" they shouted together.

They finally arrived in Las Vegas as morning broke. They made the next available flight but were unable to get into first class. Freddie tried to sleep on the plane, but the bit of turbulence at the beginning of the flight had unsettled some nerves. He was a bit disappointed that he didn't get to sit next to Sam, in fact, he didn't even sit next to Carly. They had to settle for three separate places. His seatmate was some old lady on her way to visit her granddaughter in Boulder City. He shuddered when he remembered that the lady wand to set him up with her granddaughter because he 'seemed like a nice boy'.

His eyes were heavy. The brightness of the morning sun burnt his eyes. He looked over at the girls as they walked to the taxi stand. They looked fresh and why wouldn't they? They slept the entire way.

Sam was able to hail a taxi in no time, and pretty soon they were on their way to the Bellagio. Freddie pulled out his phone and typed a text. Not to long after his phone buzzed and he read the reply. He smiled and turned to the back seat where his friends sat.

"Hey guys. I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" asked Sam. Carly just looked away from the window and at the brunette waiting for an answer.

Freddie smirked. "You'll have to wait to see."

Sam grunted. "Can't you tell us now?" Freddie smiled at the blonde's impatience.

"Nope." Freddie grinned and turned to continue looking in front. Sam stuck her tongue out at him in response. Carly shrugged and continued looking outside.

Soon they approached their hotel. They stared in awe at the sheer size of the place. The cab pulled up to the door where the bell hop took their bags inside. They followed him to the concierge desk. As they neared the desk, Carly and Sam to saw a familiar face smiling back at them.

"Gibby?" Carly asked in disbelief.

"Hey guys! Welcome to the Bellagio!" their chubby friend stated proudly. Carly ran up to meet him.

"What are you doing here?" inquired Sam, when she and Freddie eventually reached their frinds.

"Working," Gibby replied.

Sam rolled her eyes at the obvious answer given. "We can see that. Since when?"

"Well I kinda dropped out of college. After a couple of months I realized that it wasn't my thing. I got a job here as a bellboy. Not too long after that management realized that I had a knack of getting stuff. You name it, I could probably get it. So they put me at the front desk to keep the VIPs happy and the rest they say is history."

Carly's face beamed with anticipation. "So Mr.-I-can-get-you-anything, what kind of room have you got for us?"

Gibby smirked. "Well only the best for my favorite two VIPs plus Sam-"

Sam cut him off and glared at him, "Watch it Gibby, I can still kick your butt!"

The sudden look of fear appeared on Gibby's face, "Uh… okay… I got you guys a penthouse."

All three jaws dropped. "Really!" they exclaimed in unison. The four friends started laughing.

"Cool chiz, Gibster," commended Freddie.

Gibby entered their information into the computer and rang the bell. A bellhop came up and Gibby handed him the keycard. "Enjoy. I'll see you guys later."

"Follow me please," the bellboy said as he led the trio to the elevators.

Sam was hungry. She had already showered but they hadn't eaten anything after what was offered on the plane. She laid on the bed watching Carly unpack but her friend was taking forever. She got up frustrated and went to check Freddie.

Their room was impressive, to say the least. On entering the room, you start off in the foyer which leads to a living room with leather seats and a huge plasma television, and a seven piece dining room complete with a chandelier. On either side of the living/dining room are doors which lead to the two bedrooms. Each bedroom has a king sized bed, its own bathroom and a balcony. Freddie got his own room while the girls shared the other.

Sam entered Freddie's room, not bothering to announce herself. Luckily for him, he had not to long ago finished pulling up his pants.

"Thanks for knocking before you enter," he said sarcastically while tying his laces.

"No problem," Sam replied, not taking notice of Freddie's tone. "I'm hungry Benson."

He looked up, "You know what? Me too. Let's go grab some grub."

"Carly's still unpacking and she still has to shower." Sam folded her arms in frustration.

Freddie shook his head and thought for a little while. "Go tell her to meet us downstairs while I grab my wallet."

They reached the restaurant and looked around. It was sparsely populated, so they should have no problem getting seats. Freddie approached the seating hostess for a table. "Table for two?" she asked.

Freddie corrected her, "Actually three. We're expecting someone soon."

The hostess nodded, "Sure. Follow me please."

The couple was placed in a booth with two benches. They each slid in and faced each other.

"I can't believe you lasted so long without eating. Usually by now you'll be irritable and taking it out on me."

"Yeah well I figured I better not beat up the person who is going to pay for my meal."

"When has that ever stopped you before?"

"Shut up Benson." She swiftly kicked him below the table and he groaned in pain. She offered a sly smile. "Happy now?"

Freddie rubbed his shin while moaning in pain. "No."

"Oh, does that mean you want another?"

Before he could reply, the waitress approached. Freddie looked at her and smiled. She looked very young, probably about eighteen or so. Blonde hair in a pixie haircut, blue eyes, high cheek bones, tall and slender. He decided to have a bit or fun.

"Hi, good morning," he said, with a sly, seductive smile.

The waitress looked at him and blushed, "Good morning to you too. My name is Amy." She kept her eyes on Freddie and smiled.

"Nice to meet you Amy. I'm Freddie." He made sure not to introduce Sam. In fact, he didn't even glance at her.

"What can I get you babe?" Amy charmingly asked with a sparkle in her eye.

"Anything you want," answered Freddie alluringly. He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his leg. He shouted in pain looked at Sam who looked absolutely pissed off.

Sam looked at Amy and spoke, "I'll have the Breakfast Platter, our friend who is meeting us will have the blueberry pancakes with the cheesecake compote and MY BOYFRIEND," she nodded in Freddie's direction, "will have the Deluxe Breakfast. Make sure his eggs are over easy you bring whole wheat toast."

Amy stood speechless and Sam ordered. She managed to eventually catch herself and write down the order. "Anything else?" she asked.

"Three orange juices, no pulp," Sam added before waving Amy off.

Freddie sat in shock. He was in shock at many levels. Firstly, at how jealous Sam got with him flirting with the waitress and her calling him her boyfriend. Secondly, she ordered exactly what he wanted without him even telling her. And thirdly, his leg still hurt.

They sat, looking at each other not saying a thing, when Carly joined them. "You ordered already?" she asked, sliding in next to Sam

Sam looked at Carly and simply replied, "Yup," before returning to staring at Freddie.

Amy appeared with their food. After placing each order in front of the respective person, she looked at Sam. "I'm sorry for earlier."

Sam scowled. "Don't let it happen again." Amy nodded and ran off.

Carly was confused, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Freddie grunted, "just eat."

Carly looked back and forth between her friends. She wanted to persist but knew that they would just ignore her. She simply shrugged and dug into her food.

Freddie slowly started cutting into his toast and eggs when he felt something rubbing against his leg. He frowned, then realized it was a foot that found its way up beneath the leg of his jeans. He looked up to see Sam looking at him, smirking. He frowned deeper. She moved her gaze from his eyes to his plate. He followed to where she looked at then back at her. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, wanting to know what she wanted. She again looked at his plate, open her eyes widely and gestures with her head. Freddie looked again at his plate then realized what she meant. He used his knife and fork to hold the few strips of bacon on his plate and placed them on hers, next to the sausage, ham and bacon that were present there from before. He looked up at her and she smiled happily. He chuckled to himself and continued eating.

Carly looked on at their silent conversation. She shook her head. Her friends are weird.

A/N: Kinda long, hope you like it...