AN- This oneshot is a sequel to chapter 142, where Sam and Freddie were on their road trip.

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"Sam, I'm telling you, we're not going the right way," Freddie said as he drove through the night.

"Quiet, I'm sleeping," Sam mumbled, resting her head on the window.

"We were supposed to be on highway eight by now," Freddie said. "It was going to take us all the way through Indiana."

"You're going the right way, you're just taking a faster route than that highway," she yawned. "Now can you shut up so I can sleep?"

"You're the one who threw my directions out the window," Freddie said. "If we're going to be lost, Sam, you're going to be awake for it."

"For the millionth time, we're not lost," Sam groaned. "Believe it or not, there is more than one way to get to North Carolina."

"I don't even know what state we're in," Freddie sighed.

"We're almost in Ohio," Sam told him.

"How could you possibly know that? We haven't passed any road signs for the past twenty four hours!"

"Most of the cars we passed have Ohio license plates," Sam said simply.

"That-that could mean anything," Freddie mumbled.

"Just keep taking this road," Sam told him, leaning back against the window to go to sleep.

"Wait…stay up."

"Why?" she moaned.

"Because it's too quiet when you're sleeping," he said.

"I'll snore then."

"Please Sam, for me?" he pleaded.

"Ugh, fine," Sam said, sitting up. "But that means I'm sleeping for twelve hours when we get to our hotel, so don't blame me if we don't get to go to your little vintage carton parade."

"Deal," Freddie nodded.

"Good. Now where are those fladoodles?"

"I think you finished them," Freddie told her. "And we only brought the one bag."

"You're kidding me."

"Here, have some trail mix," Freddie said, offering her the snack bag he had been nibbling from for the past hour.

"I'd rather let my stomach eat itself from hunger than put that in my mouth," Sam said.

"Okay, but if you change your mind, the bag's right here," Freddie said.

"Trust me, I won't," she said firmly. "Alright, Benson, you got me to stay up. Do something."

"We can just talk," Freddie said. "You excited to get to North Carolina?"

"I still can't believe you picked North Carolina of all places," Sam said. "There's nothing there, well other than that lame little parade of yours. We could've gone to some place with theme parks or a huge concert."

"Come on, we're not kids any more," Freddie said. "Don't you think we're a little old for stuff like that?"

"No," she said. "We're not in college yet, Fredbag. Besides, those things aren't just for kids."

"North Carolina will be fun," Freddie told her. "They have beautiful scenery, nice lakes, and the hotel actually has-"

"Aren't you scared?" Sam blurted out.

"Scared?" Freddie frowned. "Of North Carolina? Well, I mean sure, they have some bad snow storms in the winter, but in the summer we should be-"

"No, not of North Carolina," Sam said. "Of college! It's like you said, we're not kids anymore. We graduated high school; we're on our own."

"Wait, I thought you were excited to go to that dance academy in the Fall," Freddie pointed out. "You said you've always wanted to go to New York."

"But what if I mess up?" Sam asked. "I mean, you'll be fine; MIT would be crazy if they ever threw you out, but aren't you scared just a little bit of the whole idea?"

"First of all, you're not going to mess up," Freddie told her. "I've seen you dance; that school will be keeping you around for a long time. And second, yeah, I am sort of scared about MIT, and lately I have been worrying about whether or not I'm going to be able to handle being all by myself and if I'm going to be able to keep up with all the classes. But you know, you were right about us not being there yet, Sam."

"Turn right."

"What?"

"Turn right; we have to get onto that road if you want to keep heading in the right direction."

"I still say we're lost," Freddie mumbled, but listening to his girlfriend anyway. "But back to what I was saying; you're going to be fine in the fall, Sam. But for know, why don't we just push it college and growing up out of our minds for right now; that's why we took this trip, isn't it?"

"I thought it was to annoy your mom," Sam smirked.

"Yeah, well, that's an added bonus," Freddie chuckled.

"I'm just glad she finally stopped calling us every five minutes," Sam said. "Okay, just keep on this road for the rest of the trip and we'll be in North Carolina early tomorrow."

"Sam, please just let me pull over at one of the service plazas and ask for directions," he said. "Or at least let me just go in and get a map."

"You want a map? I'll get you a map." She reached down into her bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil.

"What are you doing, Puckett?"

"Drawing you a map," Sam said. "So that way you'll stop whining and we'll get there faster. Here you go."

She handed Freddie her map.

"Is this supposed to be the United States?" Freddie asked.

"Yup."

"Sam," Freddie sighed. "Alaska's not connected to California."

"Oh…well that doesn't matter, we're not going that way," Sam shrugged.

"And Georgia's not next to Pennsylvania! And Missouri's not-"

"Look, I know where we're going," Sam said. "If you want to switch places and have me drive the rest of the way-"

"No, no, I'll drive," Freddie said. "But our next road trip I'm putting the directions on my phone so you can't throw them out the window."

"Who says I won't through your phone out the window?"

"Good point."

"And anyway, once you see that we got to lame North Carolina with my directions, you'll never doubt me again," Sam said.

"You really think North Carolina's going to be lame?" Freddie asked.

"Well, maybe if I had gone with someone else," Sam grinned. "But let's face it. You and I won't get too board there."

"And why's that?" Freddie laughed.

"We can find…ways to entertain ourselves."

"Can't wait," he smiled.

"It's a good thing we talked Carly out of tagging along with us," Sam yawned.

"I know," he nodded. "Hey, you're really tired, aren't you?"

"Sort of," she admitted.

"Go to sleep then."

"I thought you didn't want to be lonely," she said.

"Eh, I'll be fine, just rest, baby," he told her.

"Okay, but just keep heading East," Sam said, closing her eyes.

"I don't think we should be heading-"

"Just do it!"

"Alright," he sighed.

So Freddie drove in silence through the night, taking the occasional look at a sleeping Sam. At around ten the next morning she opened her eyes.

"I think we're almost there," she commented, looking out the window.

"Where? To the middle of nowhere?" Freddie asked. "We have to stop and get gas soon, Sam, and I really think we should just ask for directions."

"Aren't guys not supposed to want to do that? Besides, I know where we are."

"How? You've never been here before." He pulled into a gas station on the side of the road.

"Mama knows how to navigate."

"This is crazy," Freddie said as him and Sam got out of the car. "I'm going to go inside and ask whoever's there if we can-"

"What was the name of the hotel we're staying at?" Sam asked.

"Lighthouse Point, why?" Freddie asked.

Sam smirked and pointed to a tall building in the nearby distance with the name Lighthouse Point written across the top in fancy lettering.

"I-well, we-those places are all over the country," Freddie sputtered. "For all we know we wound up in Florida or New York."

"Hey, dude," Sam said to an old man who had just stepped out of the car at the pump next to them. "What state is this?"

"North Carolina," he replied promptly. "Best state in the whole dang U.S."

Sam turned to her husband. "Hmm, so it looks like this isn't Florida."

"How-how did you manage to get us to North Carolina all the way from Seattle with no map or any sort of directions?" Freddie asked.

"I told you, Mama knows how to navigate," she said. She looked back at the hotel. "Hey, what's that tall blue thing behind the hotel?"

"Well, that," Freddie said, smiling. "Is the tallest water slide in the state. I forgot to tell you; the hotel has a huge water park in it."

"Baby! This totally makes North Carolina awesome! Hurry up, let's go!" Sam exclaimed.

"But…my vintage cartoon parade starts in like forty minutes," Freddie said. "And you did sleep in the car…"

"Ugh, okay," Sam moaned. "But when we do go to the water park, don't be surprised if someone pushes you down that slide..."