So iGot a Hot Room was awesome. I am so jealous of that room! And I was happy to get my fill of Seddie when Sam jumped off the trampoline and on top of Freddie. And then at the end where they started singing all the Teennick theme songs. Gah, I love Nathan and Jenette, and they're surprisingly good singers too. But I'm so mad that Jerry Trainer cut his hair! I liked it before!

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly on days that end in "y."

Sam's POV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the music. I knew I had heard the song somewhere before, but I can never think straight when I first wake up. I slowly opened my eyelids and noticed I wasn't in my bedroom. I was facing a gray thing with a small handle thing on it. I lifted my head a little, and realized my neck was very stiff. Above the gray thing was a window and looking out of it I could see bunch of cars outside. I realized I must be in a car too, and that the gray thing was a glove box and the music was coming from the car's radio. I turned my head I saw Freddie sitting next to me driving, and I remembered we were going to Three Forks, Montana.

My stomach growled. I looked at my phone and saw that it was noon. Lunchtime.

"Yo, Fredwich."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look in my direction. "Have a nice nap Sleeping Beauty?" he smirked.

"Ah, shut it. You're just cranky because you didn't get a nap too, and we know little Fredward has to have his nap every day." I actually didn't mean to be that mean to him, but the words just flew out of my lips anyway.

"I do not take naps every day!" he said, but then cooled off quickly. "Look, we're going to have to spend a lot of time together this summer. Can we at least try to get along?"

"Fine," I sighed, although I was more willing to not fight so much with Freddie than I would admit even to myself. "Take me somewhere to eat. I'm hungry."

"When aren't you?" he scoffed.

"Hey, weren't you the one who just said we should try to get along? Now pull into that Hotdog Queen over there. Momma needs some dead cow covered in mustard."

"Yes Princess Puckett." I tried to hide my smile. I couldn't let the nerd know I liked it when he called me that.

"Welcome to Hotdog Queen where you can get what you want. How may I help you?" said the overly perky blonde behind the cash register inside the fast food restaurant. She had a huge fake smile on her bright pink lips. Ugh, it was nub-ettes like this one that gave us blondes a bad reputation.

"Yeah," said Freddie. "I'll have…"

"Woah woah woah," I said. "Did I say you could order first?" Freddie looked annoyed but he stepped out of the way and let me go before him. "Get me a foot-long frankfurter, large curly fries, and a large drink."

"That'll be $7.92," she said. "Is that for here or to go?"

"Here," Freddie cut in before I could explain to her that that was a stupid question, and she could just put them into a to-go bag anyway without wasting our time. I glared at Freddie, but didn't say anything as I took my change, my receipt, and my large soda cup and went over to the drink machine. As I was filling my cup with Peppi Cola, I looked over at Freddie and wondered how he wasn't still mad at me for the things I said to him earlier, and the things I had been saying to him ever since I met him.

'It'd be too weird if you didn't make my life miserable all the time,' said Freddie's voice somewhere in my head. I was trying to remember when he had said that and why I remembered it when I noticed I had let my cup overflow with soda. The sticky, brown liquid was now all over my hand and arm, and it was dripping and making a mess all over the floor. "Shit," I murmured under my breath as a started grabbing napkins and trying to clean myself up.

"Oops," said a voice behind me just as I finished getting all the soda off of me. "Have a little accident there?"

I was about to ask the person what it was to them when I turned around and noticed it was an old woman in a wheel chair. "Uh, yeah," I said instead. "I kind of let my soda cup get filled up to much."

"Well I'm not surprised," she chuckled. "I don't know how you would notice anything else around you the way you were staring at that young man over there."

"Wha-what? I wasn't staring at him," I lied. "I was just…oh what do I have to explain to you for?"

"Well you just seemed very…infatuated with him. I was thinking he might be your boyfriend, until of course you responded like that when I said you were staring."

"Me? Go out with that nub? Yeah right. Never in a million years."

"If you say so." She started to turn her wheel chair away, but then came back. "But I'd just like to point out that you wouldn't look me in the eye when you said you weren't staring at him and when you said you wouldn't go out with him. Now, from the experience I've had raising four kids and often taking care of nine grandchildren, when they couldn't look me in the eye, it always turned out they were lying. I could be wrong, but then you do remind me a lot of my youngest daughter. She didn't like her 'nub' either. But they did have the most beautiful wedding."

I wanted to say something; to tell her she was wrong, but my voice wouldn't work, so I just turned away quickly and went back to the counter to grab my food that had just finished being cooked. I found a table, put a big helping of mustard and ketchup on my hot dog, and immediately started digging into my lunch. I was soon joined by Freddie, who had the same thing as me except his fries and drink were smaller.

"Ok," he said, pulling out a map. Leave it to Fredward to bring a map along, even though he already had a GPS. I had asked him about it before we left and he had told me it was 'just in case.' I told him he should be more worried about bringing a first-aid kit, just in case he got to annoying and I had to break his face. Freddie's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "We're right here in Coeur D'Alene…"

"What kind of a name is that?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask the Idahoans? Besides, not the point. As I was saying, we've gone about half way now. If we don't run into any trouble, we should make it to Three Forks just before dark."

"Great. Are you going to finish those fries?" I said, having already finished my meal.

"Yes I'm going to finish them!"

I kept looking at him with my 'are-you-sure-about-that' expression until he sighed and handed me the last of his fries. After I finished them off and Freddie finished talking about what we would do when we got to Three Forks, we stopped quickly at the Hotdog Queen's bathrooms and headed out of the restaurant.

"Hey," said Freddie when we were back in the truck "I almost forgot to ask you. What were you talking about with that old lady back there?" Crap. I was hoping he hadn't seen that.

"Uh, nothing. She was just some crazy lady who thought I reminded her of her daughter." I didn't mention that this same daughter had married someone who reminded the woman of Freddie.

"Oh? Does her daughter eat enormous amounts of food too?"

"Can it Benson," I said, though I couldn't help smiling.

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