A/N: Thanks sockstar!

Beta-Note: A chamois cloth is a kind of polishing and cleaning cloth. It's pronounced "shammy".

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Carly and Sam stood next to Freddie, trying to admire the car like he was, but not seeing what it was that kept his interest.

"So, when do I get my hammy?" Sam questioned Freddie, who looked at her with a confused look on his face, followed by taking backward step, putting some distance between himself and Sam.

"Sam, I never promised you any ham." Sam quickly made up the distance between them.

"You said if I came you would give me a hammy." Freddie tried to take another step backwards, running into the tree trunk his car was parked under.

"No I didn't, I promised you a CHAMOIS. That towel you cleaned my car with!"

Sam raised her fist to threaten Freddie with, but Freddie ducked under her arm

"I'm going to see if one of the guys here has some ham."

Freddie quickly turned and walked off into the distance, shaking his head and mumbling to himself about straitjackets. Back at the car Carly turned to her friend.

"You heard him say CHAMOIS!" Carly said, shocked at her friend's ignorance.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "But it sounds so close to hammy. I thought I could get Freddie to get me some." Carly was about to tell Sam how mean she was when a deep male voice interrupted her.

"A 1978 Trans Am. Not usually a girl's car. Is this your car?" The girls turned to see two boys standing there admiring the car. Sam leaned on the car and smiled at the boys, hoping one would notice her.

"Well, ya know…." Sam said, trying not to lie, so Carly wouldn't get on her back about it later. The taller one smiled and nudged his friend.

"Man, I wish my girlfriend had a car like this." Sam smile instantly went away as she watched them pay more attention to Freddie's car and each other than her.

"I know what you mean," The shorter one agreed, oblivious to everyone else. "I couldn't even get Ashley to come."

At the mention of the name Ashley, Carly grabbed Sam. "Sam! We forgot about Ashley! She still thinks the plan is on!"

Carly freaked out looking for her phone. Finally she found it lying on the ground next to where she had been sitting. Flipping it open, she dialed Ashley's number, where she got only bad news. Hanging up the phone, a panicked Carly turned to Sam.

"Oh Crap Sam! The chiz has hit the fan! Ashley already sent Freddie a message. We've got to find his phone! And you've got to call your sister and tell her not to kiss Freddie!!"

Sam shrugged her shoulders. "Can't. My phone is at school."

Carly shook her blond friend. "HOW COULD YOU HAVE LEFT IT AT SCHOOL?! AAH! JUST USE MY PHONE!"

"Just forgot, besides, I don't know Melanie's number. It's in my phone."

Carly froze for a second, unsure of what to do.

"We've got to find Freddie's phone. Go look by the chairs whilst I look in the car."

The search went on for several minutes until Freddie came back, an overstuffed ham sandwich in his hand for Sam. He looked at Carly, who had by now made it into the back of the car, and Sam who had been digging through the cleaning stuff, was now staring intently at the sandwich in his hand.

"What are you guys doing?" Freddie asked.

Carly's head shot up from the back seat, as Freddie locked his eyes onto Carly, it spooked her. Sam used the distraction to grab the sandwich out of his hand and had eaten half of it before he knew she'd taken it.

"We're looking for your phone Freddie. You know, just wanted to make sure it didn't get damaged." Carly lied with a smile, just the way she had been rehearsing.

Freddie didn't believe her, suspicious something was going on. Suspicious it was something he wouldn't like. Freddie didn't have the chance to ask more questions, as Lindsay walked up to him, looking annoyed and pulled Freddie away from his scheming friends.

"I need to talk to you Freddie. Right. Now." Lindsay spoke through clenched teeth, anger etched on her face.

The two girls could only watch Freddie disappear into the crowd. Melanie and Spencer walked up to where they had parked the car. "Hey car guys! Look who I found! How the showing going?"

"Not so good Spence," Carly replied.

"What are you doing here a day early?" Sam asked while her mouth stuffed full of the last of the sacrificial sandwich Freddie had scrounged up for her.

Melanie smiled as she pulled a bottle of water out of the ice chest Spencer had carried in.

"Well, I got an early flight, so I decided I should go ahead and find Freddie's girlfriend and tell her what was going on."