I know, it has been awhile since my last update. YET AGAIN.

I should really be writing a short story for my Writing Poetry and Fiction class, but I have writer's block. So I wrote this instead. :D Enjoy.

11:00 AM

"What are we gonna do next?" Gibby asked.

"How about we begin making our way to the cabin?" Carly said. "What place on the route is first?"

"The tattoo place."

"Sweet!" Sam yelled.

Carly was only half paying attention. She wanted to know what Kale had said to Sam to make Freddie so angry.

"Sam," Carly said, "what did you and Kale talk about?"

"He asked me out."

Carly's eyes widened. She hoped Sam turned him down. It would ruin the progress Sam and Freddie were making.

"What did you say to him?" Gibby asked.

"I said no," Sam told him. "He seemed nice and all, but he wasn't good enough for Mama."

"That's for sure," Freddie mumbled.

"I like how they say things they'd never say about each other when they're sleep deprived," Gibby said happily.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Nothing."

They were all silent for awhile. Tired Sam didn't have any witty remarks to say to Gibby in response.

"Wanna play Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Sam asked Freddie.

Freddie shrugged. "OK."

"Loser's hand gets slapped."

"No cheating, Sam!" Carly said.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You can only play rock, paper, or scissors. Don't come up with anything else like lava, shot gun, or zombie."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"Ow!" Freddie screamed out after the fifth time Sam won. "Could you try to be gentle?"

"No."

Carly smiled. "You should try, Sam."

"Butt out of this, Carls."

"Snappy much?"

"Guys, don't fight," Gibby said.

Freddie and Sam went back to their game. Finally, Freddie won.

"Holy shit! That hurt!" Sam cried.

Freddie screamed, "Yes! I am victorious!"

In the rear view mirror, Carly saw Sam pout at Freddie.

"I'm in pain," Sam said to him.

"Poor baby," Freddie replied.

Sam whimpered like a puppy.

"Freddie, maybe you should kiss it to make it feel better," Gibby suggested.

Carly knew Gibby meant it as a joke. She didn't expect Freddie to take it seriously. Carly's eyes widened when Freddie took Sam's hand and kissed it. Gibby's jaw dropped. Sam froze. Freddie let go of Sam's hand then turned to look out the window.

"The tattoo place is on the right," Gibby said.

Carly nodded and turned into the parking lot.

...

Sam had no idea how much time had passed after Freddie kissed her hand. She was just teasing Freddie about her pain, and it was obvious Gibby had been joking. So why did Freddie do it? And why didn't Sam injure him? Normally, that would be her first reaction. She figured she must have been in shock.

She felt someone smack her shoulder. Sam came back to reality.

She discovered it was Carly who hit her. "What?" she asked.

"We're here."

"Where's here?"

Carly sighed. "The tattoo place. Freddie and Gibby are already inside."

Sam hadn't even heard the car doors open or close.

"So... You ready to go inside?" Carly asked.

"Yeah. Sure."

The girls got out of the car and went into the tattoo parlor.

"Here they are," Gibby said when they entered.

"So all four of you are getting the same tattoo?" the young guy behind the desk asked.

"Yup," Carly said. "Could we all be in the same room?"

The guy shook his head. "Not enough space."

"OK. Sam and Freddie will go together, and Gibby and I will go together."

Sam, Freddie, and Gibby all nodded in agreement.

"Where are we getting these tattoos?" Freddie wanted to know.

Sam had already decided that. "You and Gibby get it on your right biceps. Carls and I will get tramp stamps."

"Don't call them tramp stamps," Carly said.

"What do you want me to call them?"

"Lower back tattoos."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's do this chiz."

...

"Is this your daughter?" Carly asked the tattoo artist nervously while Gibby got his tattoo done.

Gibby was just as scared of the guy as Carly. The man was tall and large. He had tattoos all over his arms, and Gibby could see some on his neck.

"Yup. That's my little girl," the guy said. He had a loving look in his eyes. Suddenly, Gibby wasn't so afraid of him anymore.

"She's adorable," Carly told him.

"Thanks."

The tattoo man stopped working on Gibby's arm to change the ink color.

"Does it hurt?" Carly asked Gibby.

"It's not that bad."

The guy started tattooing again and Gibby winced in pain. He hated that he wasn't looking very manly in front of Carly.

There was silence.

Gibby cleared his throat. "You notice that Sam didn't punch Freddie after he kissed her hand?" Gibby asked.

Tattoo Man perked up. "Are Sam and Freddie together?"

"Um. Not yet," Carly said.

"I watch your web show with my step-daughter. We've got a bet going. She says Freddie will end up with you, Carly. I, on the other hand, think Freddie will get with Sam. The bet's up into the triple digits now."

Gibby shared a look with Carly. Neither of them could have ever guessed a guy like him would watch iCarly.

"Well," Carly said, "Gibby and I are on a mission to get those two together."

The guy laughed. "I knew it. I can't wait to tell Stephanie that I'm right."

"We'll announce it on iCarly when it happens," Carly told the guy.

"Hey. Do you think I can get a picture with all four of you?"

"Sure."

The weirdest things always happen to the iCarly gang, Gibby thought.

...

Freddie watched Sam lay down on the table. She lifted her shirt up to expose her lower back.

"Don't fall asleep, Sam," Freddie warned.

"Now way." She smiled at him. "How's your mom gonna react to a real tattoo?"

Freddie chuckled. "She may pass out."

"I hope she doesn't make you remove it."

"I'll hide it as long as I can."

"And when she finally sees it?"

"If I can't convince her to let me keep it, I'm sure you can."

"Mama does know how to persuade people."

Freddie noticed how the tattoo dude was staring at Sam. He would always take a look at her ass when he pulled the needle away.

There was no way Freddie was going to give the guy a good tip.

"All done," the guy said as he put bandages on Sam's tattoo. "You can pay at the desk."

"You got this?" Sam asked Freddie.

"Of course."

Sam skipped out of the room.

"She your girlfriend?" the tattoo guy asked Freddie. "If not, I'm totally going to try to hit that."

Freddie couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Fuck you, man." He threw three bucks at the dude. Before he walked out, he said, "She's not my girlfriend. Yet. And there's no way she'd have sex with a creep like you."

Freddie stormed out and ran into a large man.

"Hey, Freddie," the guy said.

"Um. Hi. Do I know you?"

"He wants a picture of us with him," Carly said. "He and his step-daughter are fans."

"Oh. OK."

They all got together with the guy, and the dude behind the desk took a picture.

After, the big man reminded them that they couldn't expose their tattoos to sunlight, or go swimming for two weeks.

Carly, Gibby, and Sam exited. Tattoo Man held Freddie back.

"Good luck getting with Sam," he said.

"Uh. Thanks." Freddie walked outside and said to himself, "Why does a biker-looking dude care about me and Sam?"

So... this is short. Oops.

Now I know they were told they can't go swimming. You must be thinking, "But they're going to go skinny dipping!" Well, that issue will be brought up by Carly when they actually go skinny dipping. Just thought I'd warn you...