They got into the hotel room and sat down at the table for a "family meeting". Sam decided to make things serious by blacking out the windows, lighting a candle for the middle of the table and holding the crowbar. The table was a perfect square, Sam felt it necessary to sit across from Freddie so he could see perfectly how mad she was. Carly just thought that Sam was taking this whole thing WAY to seriously.
"I think that since I had to pay your bail, I'm going to be the one to run this little show" Sam said, taping her hand with the crow bar. Gibby nodded and gulped ridiculously loud.
"Lets make a little recap of the day. This morning, Carly woke each of us up and treated us to breakfast, on this table. Later on, Carly and I left you to idiots to go to the spa. And I'm hearing that you guys pounded the fudge out of a guy who made fun of me and Carly. I am not complaining that you hurt this guy physically and mentally, but I am complaining, that you coasted me five hundred dollars more, because you had to make the first attack. Later on, me and Carly had to rush out of the spa to save you idiots. Ok, do you know how much serious chizz we could have been in? First off, we ran away and Fred-lumps psycho mom has a search party going after us. Second off, technically, you guys are minors, so you are SO lucky I'm eighteen other wise we would have had to get Spencer here to bail you out, and he probably would have taken us back to Seattle. Do you know how close that was?" Sam yelled, hitting the table with the crowbar, almost knocking over the table.
Carly spoke up, "What do you think we should do?"
Freddie opened his mouth slowly, afraid of Sam hitting him, "I think we need to get the hell out of this country because the police know we were here and my mom has a search party looking for us."
That was enough said, Sam blew out the candle and the room filled with darkness. "We must pack" she whispered.
Back in Seattle, everything was crazy. Spencer was in his room trying to work on a sculpture, which was hard because Mrs. Benson was always coming over and bothering him about Freddie's disappearance. All Spencer could tell her was that he doesn't know where they are. In all this madness, Spencer had to reason to go upstairs what so ever.
The same night Carly and Freddie had got into a fight, Alex had broke into the apartment when Spencer had gone night fishing with Socko. He had gone through every last thing trying to find the location off Carly Shay and Freddie Benson. "Come on, where are you" Alex whispered to himself. He opened up the door to Spencer's room, he looked threw everything, but couldn't find any clues. Alex decided to go upstairs and look in Carly's room.
Alex went threw Carly's drawers and closet. Alex walked over to her desk and went through her folders. Alex moved Carly's sketchpad aside and saw just what he needed, he picked up Carly's notepad. "I guess I'll be having a date with the phone company tonight" Alex said to himself, before sneaking out of the apartment.
They sat in the main room silently, staring into space. Sam was playing with her new "toy". Freddie sat on the couch with his hand on his head. Carly was laying across his lap, texting Spencer. Gibby interrupted the very awkward silence.
"What are we gonna do?" he yelled, slamming his hand on the table.
Freddie snapped out of his trance, "We don't know Gib."
Sam started pacing rapidly around the room. She started making everyone else in the room dizzy. "Sam stop" Carly moaned.
"Not while Mama's thinking" Sam said. A whole hour had passed and they were still watching Sam pace around, after five more minutes, Sam dropped her crowbar on the floor, making everyone jump up.
"I've got it" Sam said, Carly sat up and fixed her hair.
"What is it?" Carly asked, desperate for an idea.
Sam picked up her "toy" and told Gibby to hold it. "My Aunt Judy and Uncle Morris only live about an hour away. We can get a cab and stay with them for a week. They won't spill our secret" Sam said.
Freddie looked unsure, "Don't you think its dangerous to be staying with criminal?"
Sam got annoyed, "Yesterday you were fine with criminals when you had your lips all over one."
Freddie got annoyed and rolled his eyes, he didn't like thinking about what he did to Carly. "I'm sorry" he said. Carly patted his back and he dug his head into his hands.
Sam stepped into another room so she could call her Uncle Morris.
Uncle Morris: Who is this?
Sam: Sam Puckett
Uncle Morris: Whats up?
Sam: I need a favor
Uncle Morris: What do you want?
Sam: I need you to take me and three friends into your place for a week. But you can't tell anyone, not even my mom
Uncle Morris: Fine, but your getting the basement
Sam heard the phone disconnect and walked back into the other room and sat on the counter top. Gibby walked over to her. "So?" he asked.
"We leave now" Sam said. Carly stood up and joined them in the kitchen. "We're still going to be in the country" Carly said.
"Exactly, they are expecting us to leave, so we stay, but in hiding. Once we get there, we are staying in the basement. From there, we are having one serious meeting" Sam finished, and with that, they left.
Downstairs, Gibby checked them out of the hotel and Sam called up a cab, which would take them to her Uncle and Aunt's home. Carly held her precious painting close to her while Freddie held most of her bags. When they got into the cab Gibby called shot-gun, leaving the original iCarly trio in the back. Freddie sat in the middle of Carly and Sam, they store out the windows, even though it was dark out and couldn't see. The cab was stuck in major traffic, so all of them except Gibby fell asleep.
Before she had fallen asleep, Sam felt bad for bringing her friends to her Uncle and Aunt's home. She knew the house was going to be disgusting and that her family did drugs. It wasn't exactly a safe place for them, but it was safe enough. And Sam knew that her family would be able to protect them, since they were skilled with weapons.
Gibby looked in the back seat to see Freddie sleeping, sitting up. Carly's sleeping head was on one of his shoulders and Sam's was on the other. If Carly was awake, she would be really annoyed at Sam. "Such a ladies man" Gibby mumbled to himself, annoyed that Sam was sleeping on Freddie's shoulder. Out of boredom, Gibby decided to wake Freddie up by tapping on his knee.
"What?" Freddie whispered.
"Ladies Man" Gibby said, and pounded Freddie's fist. Freddie looked to his right and saw Carly, then he looked to his left and saw Sam. Freddie looked up at Gibby and nodded his head and smiled, Freddie smirked and stuck his thumbs up. Sam stirred and opened her eyes, she didn't even mind to be on Freddie, instead of moving she put her hand on his arm and fell back asleep.
The taxi driver looked in the back. "We have ourselves a player in the house" he said softly, with a strong accent. Freddie laughed and rolled his eyes, Freddie decided to make this fair he took Carly's hand and laced it in his. She was a pretty heavy sleeper and didn't wake up. A half hour later the cab pulled up in front of the Puckett's house and Gibby payed the driver.
"Wake up" Gibby said, shaking them up in the back. The got out of the car and Sam led them to the doorstep. The house was brick and the steps were falling apart, A man with a joint in his hands answered the door.
"Hey Uncle Morris" Sam said. The man was bald, tanned, had piercings on his eyebrows, and tattoos all over the place. The man shook Sam's hand and brought them down to the basement. Freddie noticed the gun sticking out of the man's belt loop and shivers went down his spine. Carly held onto Freddie's arm, she was extremely creeped out.
The basement was dark with grey walls and a bright red carpet. There were potato chips all over the place, it reeked of drugs and mold. Luckily for Sam, she wasn't easily embarrased by her loser family. "Make yourself at home" Uncle Morris said, and then offered Freddie his joint.
"No thank you" Freddie said. Uncle Morris shrugged his shoulders and went upstairs. The basement was a medium sized room, with a couch and a few blankets laying out on the floor. There were four pillows just sitting on the floor. There was another room to the right of the stairs.
Carly turned to Sam, "Sam, how to expect us to survive in here?"
Sam dropped her bags, "I don't know, do it."
"Well, where are we supposed to sleep?" Freddie asked.
Sam found a cardboard box and threw her emptied her suitcase into it, "He said make yourself at home, so do it." Sam found three more cardboard boxes and gave them to her friends.
"I'll pass" Carly said, noticing the blood at the bottom of the box.
Gibby pulled out a blanket and a pillow case from his bag, he laid out the blanket on the floor and put his pillow case over a pillow. He curled up like a bunny, "Good night."
Carly interrupted, "Wait, there are two rooms. How are we gonna do this?" A second later, Carly had to hands yanking on her arms.
"Sam! Freddie! Stop your hurting me!" she yelled. They let go of Carly and grabbed their bags.
"I'm thinking of a number one through ten, I'm going to tell Gibby the number" Carly said, and then whispered the number five into Gibby's ear.
"Freddie starts" Carly said, hoping Freddie would win.
"9"
"No, Sam"
"3"
"No, Freddie"
"4"
"No, Sam"
"5"
"Yes, Sam wins" Carly said.
Sam jumped up, "Ha! Take that nub!" Sam grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran into the other room. Freddie groaned and threw his stuff on the floor. Carly walked over to him.
"Goodnight" she said, before giving him a quick kiss on lips. Carly walked into the other room, holding her stuff.
This room was actually a lot nicer than they ever thought it would be. It had two sofas, a television, and it had a nice carpet. "Wow, we lucked out" Carly said.
"I know, and look, these couches pull out into beds" Sam said, pulling out the beds on the couches. Carly laid out a sheet on her bed, "Awesome, and look, is that a bathroom?"
"Oh yeah it is" Sam said. Carly went into the bathroom to get changed into her pajamas. Sam didn't bother changing into pajamas and just crashed on her bed. Carly came out in sweatpants and a tank top and shut the lights and crawled onto her bed.
"Good Night Carly" Sam said.
"Sam?" Carly said.
"Yeah?" she relpied.
Carly rolled over to face Sam, "You care about Freddie."
"What? Thats crazy talk..." Sam said.
"You bailed him out of jail, and you were so upset when you found out he got arrested" Carly said.
"I was protecting iCarly" Sam groaned, embarrassed, yes Sam was actually embarrassed, about the subject of Freddie.
"No, you care about Freddie" Carly said.
"Look Carly, it may not seem like it, but I care about Freddie. I said it, I love Freddie and you equally. As friend, amen goodnight Shay" Sam finished.
Carly giggled. She looked at the ceiling and stared into space, she eventually fell asleep. After everyone was asleep, Freddie got up and quietly walked into Carly and Sam's room. "They have beds?" he whispered to himself. Freddie walked over to where Carly was sleeping and got under her blanket, she stirred. The sleeping Carly repositioned herself so that her head was in the crook of his neck.
Freddie put his arm around her and whispered, "A night at the Puckett's, god help us."