Carly stumbled through the trees with the guys close behind. She had been shocked to find Griffin was camping nearby, and she was contemplating if that was good or bad. He was a very hot bad boy with an edge but there was still the Pee Wee Babies thing to think about. Could she really date a teenage boy with the mind of a little girl?

Looking past Griffin was Gibby. He may not be as cute as Griffin was (at least, not in a teen boy way) but he was generous and kind to her, though he was still weird. She had been feeling different towards him lately but what if the sudden appearance of Griffin was a sign that she and him were meant to be together? Or was it a coincidence and she should be with Gibby?

Some days I really wish I liked Freddie, she thought. Freddie, however, appeared to have gotten over his crush on her but it didn't matter; Carly didn't like Freddie—she liked Gibby. And Griffin. Which was a dilemma.

"Hey, not so fast, babe." sniggered Griffin, coming up behind her. Being called babe by Griffin gave Carly a tingly feeling but she couldn't help but imagine Gibby saying it also. As if one guy isn't trouble enough, she sighed mentally. Griffin showed off a smirk while reaching for Carly's pale hand. She pulled back from him, not wanting to have him be so close.

"Whatsamatter?" he asked, his smirk leaving his face. Carly moaned; this love triangle was giving her a headache.

"Nothing, just…" she said, trying to find the right words, "I think I see another trap! Yup, over there!" Griffin took his eyes off the Shay girl and, in a feat to amaze her, ran off to where she pointed. Carly didn't really see a trap but she prayed Griffin would be too busy searching to flirt with her.

Grunts came from beside her, and Carly twisted round to see a worn-out Gibby climbing through the bushes. He got stuck between two, so Carly helped to pry him out. How could I fall for him? Carly asked herself after getting Gibby's pudgy body through. Griffin's way hotter and cooler. Gibby's just…Gibby. But I still like them both. The anxiety grew too much for her and she let out an annoyed groan. Gibby noticed and asked if she was okay.

"Oh! Yeah." she muttered, embarrassed. Blushing, she looked away from him and down to her shoes. Gibby nodded while emitting a wistful sigh; the crimson shade on her face made her look even prettier to him. He wanted to jam his head in a tree to get those dreamy thoughts out of his head. He wasn't supposed to love Carly—maybe Griffin coming was to get them together so he'd stop fantasizing about Carly and get on with his life. But inside his heart he couldn't allow her to get together with a vain jerk like him. She deserved a nice guy who'd put her first; with Griffin she'd be lucky if he gave her as much attention as Kippy Kangaroo or Peter Penguin. Ugh, that Pee Wee-loving bad boy made him sick.

You-Know-Who popped up right then carrying a trap along with the other. He smirked at Carly while casually flexing the arm holding the traps. She looked up at his biceps and a gaga sparkle came to her eyes. Just like every girl (with the possible exception of Sam) Carly drooled over guys' muscular builds. Gibby glared down at his tummy jutting out; again he sighed, but it was more melancholy.

"Let's hop to it," Griffin said, "Need to get more traps before the animals do."

"You're so right, Grif!" Carly exclaimed. Grif? Gibby thought. "Come on, hurry!" She ran off into the trees like a frightened rabbit, leaving Griffin smirking again. He looked to Gibby pompously, and went after Carly. Gibby just put his head down sadly and followed.

"Did I ever tell you I liked you?" Freddie asked.

"Nope." replied Sam.

"Good."

Only moments ago the two kids had been having a blast together, splashing in the water, swimming away from imaginary sharks, waving in front of invisible fans. Of course the peace betwixt them could only last so long until one got on the other's nerves. This time it was Freddie who became irritated and Sam the one who was the cause of it.

The two had been acting as though they were the "Waterlogged Wonders", a pair of famous international swimmers. Sam became the announcer and had commentated that Samantha Puckett was the better of the two, with Fredward Benson only there for show. This aggravated Freddie but it was not her words that got him angry with her.

The plan was that Freddie would run out to the swing, jump in the lake, and then catch Sam when she ran. Freddie, however, hadn't realized how scary swinging back and forth uncontrollably while also dangling over freezing water was. So, when he sprinted over, he stopped at the edge, his heartbeat erratically pumping. He turned round to tell Sam he quit but she hadn't processed him stopping, which led to their two bodies crashing into one another and having them fall—unprepared—into the water.

Freddie went under first; since he was unwilling in going in he didn't have enough time to hold his breath. Water seeped into his nostrils and down his throat, resulting in an underwater coughing fit. Sam merely landed on the surface of the lake, her head above thanks to being held afloat by the Benson's back. When she did not get off at once, Freddie stood, pushing her into the water fully at last. She turned glower at him but was met by a spray of water mixed with male saliva, which made her so mad that she charged after him, again plunging him face first into the icy water.

It was after he resumed breathing for a second time that their short exchange happened. Once delivering his catty comeback, Freddie climbed ashore where he wiped the droplets off his bare arms and torso. Sam stood over him, her left hip cocked to one side with her left hand on it.

"Lighten up, Fredwardo." she said. Freddie overlooked her less than helpful comment and brought himself to his feet. Before he rolled up his now wet towel, he pointed a finger at Sam.

"Why can't you be nice to me for once?" he said, "And my name is Freddie." Sam faked surrendering, which earned an eye roll from her least favorite person. He slung his towel over his shoulder and went in the direction of the campsite. Sam huffily grabbed her own and followed him, mumbling in a high-pitched voice "And my name is Freddie."

Once the two returned to the camp, each grabbed their regular clothes and changed in individual rooms. As each pulled their shirt over their head, they heard a squeal coming from somewhere far off. They both finished dressing and went over to the glass window to peer out. Each was wide-eyed, for they knew such a squeal didn't belong to a human being.

"What do you think it was?" Sam whispered. Freddie shrugged.

"Go lock the door." he said, "Just in case." Sam did as he said, and then returned to her spot next to him at the window. Nothing came out into the open for a long while. Freddie barely breathed; his body remained stiff as his eyes surveyed the property.

"Maybe it was a bird overhead." Sam said, hoping to break his rather creepy trance. Though Freddie knew if it were a bird it would've sounded more like a squawk, he nodded, and the two went over to the table where Sam opened up the pantry in search for food. It was after she pulled bread for a sandwich out that the squeal came again, louder and more distressed-sounding. Freddie returned to the window while Sam stayed back, almost afraid of what they'd see. Her fear became mingled with puzzlement when a grin came onto her friend's face.

"It's not a bird." he said simply before rushing outside. Sam followed, wondering what it was exactly. When she got out of the RV, her own amazed grin came on. A meager five feet away from Freddie was a baby deer.