I will put a Disclaimer up from time to time (sadly), as I'm just cautious to not get sued. LOL.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, and this story is making no profit whatsoever. Unless you count my friend Amy, who pays me a buck for each Seddie moment she finds.
...Can you spot the moments, readers?
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And we begin!
Carly had her arms crossed, looking livid. She had long lost her wide smile for the camera, and now was sporting a pout and a glare, one she had especially reserved for the blonde, who was smiling right at her.
The trio was back at home (Carly's, of course, you know they don't really go to any other house) and sitting on the couch, watching Celebrities Underwater, chuckling at the ridiculousness of the show. Freddie was having a ball watching Taylor Lautner shriek underwater.
"Not so tough when you're put a thousand feet underwater, are ya, Lautner?" he said triumphantly, earning an incredulous look from the two girls. He only coughed and went to the studio, blushing. Sam rolled her eyes and smirked, and looked back at Carly. Carly dropped her look of amusement and glared at Sam.
"Why did you say yes, Sam? It may be summer, and we may have absolutely NOTHING to do for vacation, but c'mon!" she wailed, flailing her arms in an upset manner. Sam stood up and started shuffling her way to the kitchen, putting her hair in a ponytail. She only shrugged as she opened the fridge with her purple Converse-clad foot and grabbed a turkey sub Spencer bought just for her yesterday. (Just so she didn't eat the turkey he cooked that day for his date with Striker, the gaming ninja he just-so-happened to have a date with that evening.) She bit the sandwich and rolled her eyes back happily. Carly huffed.
"Sorry, sorry, but...Carls, this is the opportunity of a lifetime, here! We get to go to each state capital and have tons of unadulterated fun!" she smiled widely and swallowed. Carly nodded her head, but still looked doubtful. Her eyebrow was raised and she stood, walking over to Sam, arms crossed.
"But...Ian's gonna be with us and I don't-"
"And you know I'll beat the living crap out of him if he pulls any funny business. Come on, Carly, there's just too much pro to your con!" she smiled, and hip-bumped Carly playfully. Carly rolled her brown eyes, but smiled.
"I guess you're right. But..." she trailed off, walking back to the couch flipping her long chocolate locks behind her, "Any idea how we're gonna get to Olympia?" she smirked, eyes lighting up at the smell of adventure. Sam squealed and started bouncing up and down, running over to Carly with a wide smile of excitement.
"Dunno, but I bet Ian has a pl-" Sam didn't get to finish before Freddie was running down the stairs panting, throwing the wooden door open and running out. "What's his deal?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Carly only shrugged and looked out the door, smiling tightly.
"I think we forgot the biggest problem of them all-"
"SPENCERRRRR!" A shrewd 30-something year old voice yelled from nearby, powerful and angry. Sam and Carly both gulped.
"SPENCER, GET IN HERE NOW! REBELLION FROM THESE TWO HELLIONS YOU CALL FEMALES IS MAKING MOMMY DERAIL FROM HER CALM, COOL DEMEANOR, YOU SCHEMERS!" Marissa emerged from her apartment, her wild, beady eyes glaring at Sam and Carly. (She should be a rapper, no?) Spencer tumbled from his room, chocolate all over half of his face, an army green shirt half on, half off, and SpongeBob boxers.
Sam and Carly sank in their seats on the couch in unison.
"What? W-What do you need, Ms.B?" he yawned and stretched like a cat, smiling fondly at the middle-aged woman in the room. She crossed her arms.
"Did you hear of the trio's newest wild and dangerous adventure? DID YOU?" she accused, pointing her long, lightly wrinkly finger in Spencer's chocolate-covered face. He paled, but maintained his usual laid-back smile.
"Yeah, something about how they're going to all the 50 states capitals, right?" he asked, looking at Marissa. She rolled her eyes at his obliviousness.
"Yes, Spencer. Are you not aware of how dangerous three tee-"
"Four, their friend Ian is coming, also." Spencer blurted in, smiling and jumping up and down in a wild, random manner.
"I'm so sorry, four teenagers bombarding into 50 different states is?" she asked lividly, crossing her arms and pouting. He shrugged. She huffed.
"Is there going to be any person over the age of 18 guiding them?"
"Not...sure-"
"Do they even know howthey're going to be getting to Hawaii, and Alaska? Those are states too, you know. I hope you're well aware."
"Y-Yes, I'm aware, and no I have no idea as to how they-"
"And are they going to stop for breaks, rests? They have only two weeks, you know."
"N-"
"Will they have the proper equipment and toiletries needed for a two week trip?"
"I-" Spencer giggled. "Toiletries is a funny word."
Marissa turned on her heel, rolling her eyes. "My Freddie isn't stepping a foot outside Seattle until I know every single thingabout this little adventure." she walked towards the door indignantly, huffing. She suddenly turned around, glaring at Carly and Sam.
"And don't you DARE come up with another random and dangerous idea such as this! The boy already got hit by a car for you, what else do you need?" Marissa had her final word, and shuffled out of the Shay's apartment.
It was completely silent after she slammed the door.
Carly groaned. "She ruins everything. She'd even ruin a cute kids birthday, saying that matches were dangerous and the kid couldn't have candles on his free of sugar cake, or something." she crossed her arms and started pacing, thinking of ways to make the trip Marissa Benson friendly.
"I was thinking that she was just a psycho-bitch, but your analogy of her was alright too, I guess." Sam stood up and shrugged, but looked at Carly's worried face and sighed. "We should call Ian right about now, shouldn't we?" Sam asked lightheartedly. And then, just as Carly was about to protest, Ian Baxter walked in with a meek Freddie behind him. Freddie scratched behind his neck, smiling slightly at the shocked girls. Sam smiled at him.
"Nice one, Fredhead! Did you call him, or something?" she walked over to him, playing with her long blonde hair and looking at him wryly, with a smirk plastered on her face now. He only smirked back, shocking Sam for a minute, until she smiled, warming up to his smirk. (Plus, he was starting to get a dimple, and Sam just couldn't resist that.)
"Actually, I was video chatting with him until Mom barged in, screaming like a deranged banshee." he chuckled. "After the fiasco, he offered to come over and I said sure." he looked at Ian, who was talking to the Shays. Spencer seemed to like Ian, and patted him on the shoulder. Ian only raise an eyebrow.
"I like you, boy." Spencer said in a strange southern accent, smiling at him like a hillbilly. Carly groaned and walked toward Sam and Freddie, hanging her head in shame and embarrassment. Ian only chuckled.
"Good to know, Spencer." he smiled and started walking towards Freddie's apartment door. Freddie's eyes widened.
"I wouldn't do that-"
"I got it, Benson. You just sit down with Pretty Puckett and Screwy Shay, and I'll be right back. You guys might want to start packing, by the way." he winked and opened the Benson's apartment door, and shut it with a slam. Carly looked at the door in disbelief.
"Does he seriously think he can woo your crazy mom? And did he just call me screwy? I am totally not screwy. I'm the sanest person I kn-"
Carly didn't get to finish, as her jaw dropped open when Ian walked out, a smile plastered on his face.
"Damn you guys, I told you to start packin'!" he exclaimed, patting Freddie on the shoulder and smirking at Carly. She only looked back at him, flabbergasted.
"How..."
"I'll never tell. Now you guys, seriously, go pack. You've only got two weeks." he winked again, and went over to make himself comfortable on the couch. Sam led a shocked Carly to their room to pack, and Freddie figuring it was safe to go back home, went back to his room to continue packing.
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An hour later, the trio met up with Ian downstairs, packed and ready. He nodded in approval.
"We're gonna be riding in Bessy, today." he said, smiling and walking out the door. Carly giggled, grabbed the keys and ushered Sam and Freddie out of the apartment. She locked the door and put the key in a nearby plant.
"Bessy? What're we riding, a cow?"
Ian smirked and started walking downstairs. The trio followed.
"Actually, no. Bessy is-" Ian didn't get to finish, as they had made it down the stairs and was now in the dreaded lobby, looking at Marissa and Lewbert make out.
"You didn't." Freddie looked at him, nostrils flaring,
"Well..."
"You son of a-"
"Let's gooo!" Sam said suddenly, not wanting a fight to break out (unless she was the cause of it) pushing Carly, Ian, and Freddie out the door. Ian shook his head, looking worried for a second. He wiped the look off his face when he spotted a huge black RV, shining in the afternoon sun. (Shockingly enough, Washington decided not to be a bitch and was planning on being sunny for a few weeks. Or so the weatherman says.)
"And this, my friends, is Bessy." he opened his arms in a ta-da manner, smiling at the trio. Sam jumped up and down excitedly. Carly rolled her eyes, but still had an amused smile. Freddie just shrugged. Ian frowned. "Only one enthusiastic person in the crowd, today? How pathetic." he sighed, taking the keys out of his back pocket and pressing the 'Open' button. The door swisher open, and cream-carpeted stairs fell out grandly. Carly hid her impressed demeanor with a scowl.
"Who's driving?" she asked, glaring at Ian.
"And there's the mood killer I was waiting for!" he smiled and went inside the RV. He came back out with an old man in his mid-sixty's, smiling even wider. "Meet my gramps Grave, he'll be driving us to every state. Except for Alaska and Hawaii, obviously."
Grave smiled, taking off his black fedora and looking at the trio. Sam's eyes widened, and she ran to hug the man. He look surprised, at first, but quickly hugged back.
"No way is the saxophone player GRAVE BAXTER related to you. No. Freaking. Way." Sam hugged him tighter. Grave looked close to crying. (Don't worry, Sam wasn't suffocating him, he just didn't get hugs often.) Ian hung his head bashfully, a strange thing to do for a flamboyant teen such as he. He secretly enjoyed the cheesy moments, and he loved seeing his grandfather happy. He blushed.
"Y-Yeah, he is. Check the family tree." he smiled a little, and looked back up at Grave. Grave tearfully smiled at him.
"Who are your friends, Ian?" the black man asked him in his hoarse, cool voice when Sam finally let him go. Ian put his head up, looking at the three teens. He lifted a finger.
"The one who just hugged you is Sam...the brunette chick is Carly, and the nerd is Freddie." he smiled as Grave chuckled. Grave lifted a hand and waved.
"Now we're going to Olympia first, right?" Grave asked, shaking his leather shoes. The teens nodded. "Well then we have no time to waste, kids! Hop on the bus." And with that, Grave stepped inside the RV and sat in his cool buttermilk colored-leather seat. Sam squealed (for the fifth time today, the narrator believes?) and hopped aboard, followed by Carly and the rest of the gang.
To say that the RV was luxurious was an understatement.
They were in a living room, where a flat screen was popped out and game stations lined under it, complete with games separated and organized. There was a desk attached to the wall, where a high-tec computer was sitting on top of it. A comfy looking blue seat was comfortably tucked inside the desk. There was a cream colored couch nearby it, right across from the television.
But the living room wasn't all they spotted. There was a divider separating the kitchen and the living room, and Sam quickly hurried to get a good look at it. The walls were a pale green, and the floor was hardwood. There was high-tec black refrigerator next to a black chrome stove, and the kitchen was lined with hardwood counters. There was a comfy dining table right next to Sam, seated for five. She nodded appreciatively and walked into the next room.
The next room happened to be hers, and she could tell from the ham poster on the wall. She smiled, and looked at the huge queen sized bed with a purple comforter. Posters of random things Sam liked decorated the walls, and she smiled. Good thing I was partnered with Ian in that stupid About Me project last year..Sam thought and hopped on her bed and pressed the button that closed the door. She was gonna love the next two weeks.
Carly was already in her room, and it almost replicated her bedroom, but with less flashy stuff. She sighed and pulled out her book, starting to log Olympia, Washington. She listed everything she knew about the capital and stretched. Maybe one little nap couldn't hurt...she thought, and yawned, leaning back into the soft, fluffy pink pillows and shutting her eyes.
Freddie's room was filled with high-tec stuff, and he jumped with glee as he played around with his stuff. Nice! I wonder how Sam's taking up to her room, though...he thought, and bit his lip worriedly. He shrugged after awhile, and went back to doing his nerdy things.
A little later, after the gang got used to their new residence until the fourteen days was over, they gathered up in the living room. Sam sighed and looked at Ian.
"How long until we get to Olympia?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and putting her feet on Freddie's lap, as per usual. Freddie rolled his eyes.
Ian looked at his gold watch on his wrist, eyebrow raised. "About an hour, why?" he asked, looking back at her. Sam sighed and covered her stomach wearily.
"If I don't eat soon, I'm gonna get crabby. And no one seems to like a crabby Puckett." She said, frowning. Ian only chuckled and shook his head. Freddie rolled his eyes again.
"Princess Puckett, an hour's drive isn't going to kill you." He said, looking at her tiredly.
"It will. My stomach must have food in it every thirty minutes, or it will eat itself." She said, wiggling her feet on his lap for emphasis. He only smirked. She raised an eyebrow, a secret twitch in their language (that only Sam and Freddie understood) that translated to "You think you can challenge me, Benson?"
He nodded. She frowned.
"Your stomach can't possibly eat itself, as it has a continuous supply of bicarbonate, and that prevents auto-digestion. I think you can wait a little-" Freddie never got to finish his lengthy intelligent sentence, as Sam had grabbed him by his dark green polo shirt and huffed. He could smell her breath.
Cotton Candy.
"Listen, Benson. What I say goes, and if I say that my damn stomach will eat itself in thirty minutes if I don't get a meal, then it damn well will. You got me?" she said, breathing heavily from her irritation. He was only blushing like a fool from the closeness. Her pink lips we're a centimeter from his, and their noses were touching. Sam, shockingly enough, seemed oblivious to the obvious intimacy of their position. She pushed him back and rolled her eyes. He turned the color of a tomato and only nodded.
"O-Of c-c-course, Sam." He stuttered out, hiding his face behind his hands. Sam nodded triumphantly and flipped her hair.
"Now turn on the TV, Girly Cow is on." She said, braiding her hair.
Ian was laughing with Carly from the interaction. Carly's face was a light pink from laughing so hard, and Ian was holding his stomach because it hurt from the laughter.
"Freddie is such a nerd!" Carly managed to giggle out, and only went back to giggling again. She was banging her hand on the table, sloshing some of the Peppy Cola Ian had poured her out of her cup.
"Oh God, did you see his freakin' face? He looked like that tomato from V-Veggie Tales!" Ian laughed out, leaning back into his seat. They both kept on laughing until they somehow managed to stop to drink their colas. They looked at each other, smiling. Carly's light pink face went a little redder, and Ian smirked at her. The moment was lost in time when Sam suddenly waltzed in, humming the Girly Cow theme song. Ian and Carly both looked at her.
"I smell pheromones." Ian snickered. Carly laughed, causing a laughing riot between the two again. Sam turned around and raised an eyebrow.
"What? What do you smell?" she sniffed her underarm and looked at them, a confused look plastered on her face. Ian and Carly only started laughing harder, and Sam growled. "Whatever, asshats." She mumbled, and walked back out of the kitchen with a can of Wahoo Punch. They looked at each other again.
"Think he likes her?" Ian asked, sipping his cola again to calm himself down.
"Freddie? Dunno, he never seemed to see Sam in a romantic light. They have been closer though…" Carly shrugged and grabbed her cola also, taking a large gulp. "Ah, speaking of closer, how long until we reach Olympia?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. He put his cup down and looked at his watch.
"About fifteen minutes, Stunning Shay. Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Apparently not the only oblivious female on the RV, Carly only shrugged.
"Just asking."
(Carly isn't that oblivious.)
"Wait."
(See?)
Carly looked at Ian, raising an eyebrow of her own, looking confused. He furrowed his brows, looking at her with a confused face as well.
"What?"
"Did you just call me stunning?"
"If I say yes, will you start ranting?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Maybe, now answer the question."
"Heh." He chuckled. "In that case, yes, I did." He said, leaning towards her face. He was smiling, and Carly couldn't find a trace of mirth, or trickery in his eyes.
"Really? But you called me screwy a few hours ago, and yesterday you said – fine, implied that I was ugly, and I really don't think me having a nice ass qualifies as –" she didn't get to finish her sentence.
He kissed her.
It was a light, I'm-doing-this-to-shut-you up kiss, but it made Carly blush and release thousands of butterflies in her stomach. She pulled away and hopped out of her seat. Puzzled, delighted, and hopefully confused, Carly ran out of the kitchen. She left an also hopefully confused Ian, who buried his face in his hands. The bus car stopped, and Carly was the first one out. Sam and Freddie shrugged simultaneously and walked off the bus, looking at Carly with their eyebrows raised.
"What 'appened?" they both asked in a New York accent, winking at each other.
"Nothing. Where are we going first?"
"I was thinkin' a diner?" Sam asked, smiling sheepishly and playing with her fingers. Freddie chuckled and kicked a rock. Carly rolled her eyes.
"No sight-seeing?" Ian asked, coming down from the RV's steps.
Sam rolled her eyes and scoffed. "After we get food." She said, crossing her arms. Freddie put his arm around her.
"She's got to, or else her stomach will eat itself." Freddie said with a sarcastic look on his mature face, making Carly and Sam crack a smile and Ian chuckle.
"Well, wouldn't want that, eh? Let's go, then. I hear Casa Mia has great Italian food." He said, and started walking ahead of the trio. Carly walked ahead of him, and he shrugged. Sam and Freddie walked in step with each other.
"I'm bored, cannot wait to get some food in my stomach." Sam said, blushing. Freddie still hadn't removed his arm from her shoulder, and she didn't mind. She looked away from him. Freddie nodded.
"Whoa, look at that chick over there. She barely has any clothes on." He said distractedly, looking at a teenage girl in a denim bikini that her boobs and butt were desperate to escape from. He was gawking, but not for the reason Sam thought. She looked at him in disgust.
"Stop looking at her, you pig!" she said, and wrinkled her nose. "Look at the old ladies feeding the ducks, or something." She said, trying her hardest not to look jealous. She wanted to slap the girl and Freddie in the face.
"No, I mean seriously! She looks like she got extra-extra small on purpose. It's kinda gross, actually." He said as he kept on gawking at the girl. She was now doing jumping jacks.
Yes, you read that right.
Sam couldn't contain herself, and slapped Freddie hard and harshly on the cheek. He fell back and groaned, holding his cheek that was now sporting a bright red slap mark. He looked close to tears.
"Owww!" He yelled. He was in fetal position, rocking back and forth comically. He blanked out. Sam looked worried and knelt down.
"Dammit…didn't mean to…CARLY!" she exclaimed, flailing her arms about wildly. Carly came running to Sam, looking at her worried, until she looked at a knocked out Freddie.
"SAM!"
"SORRY!" Sam turned back to Freddie. She picked up a stray bottle filled with God-knows-what and sprayed it on his face. Freddie coughed.
"W-What the hell was that, Vodka?" He breathed, wiping his eyes. Carly smiled and kneeled down to Freddie, who leaned back on the concrete floor.
"What did you see before SAMknocked you out?" Carly asked, worry etched onto her beautiful face.
Freddie lifted his head of the concrete sidewalk of Olympia, blinking slowly.
"A...p-pussy...-"
WHAM!
Carly and Sam simultaneously slapped him in the face.
"I'm pretty sure he meant the pussycat standing next to that scantily clad girl over there." Ian said coolly, finally making his way over to the girls and Freddie.
"Oh." Carly and Sam breathed out sheepishly in unison. Freddie groaned as Ian laughed.
"Casa Mia is just across the street…" Ian smirked and helped Freddie up. "You guys hungry?"
"Starved." Said the trio as they made their way across the street.
The support and reviews made me quickly write the next chapter. Eee, thank you ALL for your reviews, I've never gotten so many!
It also officially has more reviews than iGo to Las Vegas did, so my day has been MADE.
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