AN-This is another plane oneshot, but this one includes everyone!
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Perspective
"I still can't believe you ate twelve soft pretzels while we waited to board," Carly said to Sam as the girls, plus Gibby, Spencer, T-Bo and Freddie, walked through the aisle on the plane, looking for their seats.
"Well I was hungry!" Sam defended.
"But poor Freddie spent like thirty bucks buying them for you," Carly pointed out.
"He doesn't mind, do you baby?" Sam asked her boyfriend.
"Nope," Freddie grinned. "Anything for my very hot girlfriend."
"Okay, keep it moving you two, I don't need to start feeling nauseous before we even take off," Spencer said.
"Yeah, no PDA!" Gibby said firmly. "It was bad enough sitting next to you two on the cab ride over here..." he gave shudder.
"Well, that smoothie convention was a bust," T-Bo mumbled. "I can't believe everyone rejected my ideas!"
"Well we told you to just bring your normal ideas," Carly reminded him. "You know, like that pineapple mango one, or the blueberry kiwi splash. No one's going to want to drink a barbecue chicken smoothie or a sour cream and onion one!"
"I don't know, that chicken one sounds promising," Sam said.
"Thank you," T-Bo said. "See, this girl has taste buds!"
"I think these are our seats here," Carly said, stopping in front of two rows of seats with three seats in each row. "Okay, according to out tickets, Sam, you're by the window, I'm next to you, and Gibby's next to me in this first row, and then Freddie, Spencer and T-Bo are behind us."
"I hate airplanes," Gibby said as everyone began to take their seats.
"Why?" Freddie frowned.
"Because I used to have this little toy plane when I was a kid," Gibby explained. "But then I swallowed it, and I had to go to the hospital and get surgery!"
"That's stupid!" Sam snapped.
"My therapist said it's an understandable phobia!"
"Yeah, the same therapist who told you acting like a mime for a week was good for your self-esteem," Sam said.
"Sam, be nice to him," Freddie said, sitting down behind her.
"I can't help it! He's such a mess!"
"I feel my stomach churning already," Spencer moaned. "Don't they give you motion sickness bags on these things any more?"
"Dude! That's gross!" T-Bo cringed. "Have some class!"
"He always gets sick on planes," Carly sighed. "One time when I was younger, we went out to Alaska to visit out dad, and got so sick he puked on the lady sitting next to him."
"Gee thanks for that," Freddie said, looking less than pleased at his seating arrangement.
"I thought you promised never to speak about that again!" Spencer hissed.
"Was the lady hot?" Gibby asked.
"Smoking," Spencer sighed.
"But you didn't get sick when we were on that plane to Japan," Sam pointed out.
"Well yeah, that's because I found out that possums calm me," Spencer explained. "Which is why I wanted to bring that stuffed possum with me onto the plane, but the mean men at security took him away!"
"Probably because you were talking to it," Freddie said. "They must've thought it was some furry communication device."
"Attention passengers, please buckle your seat belts. We will be taking off for our trip to Seattle in a moment. Thank you," came a voice over the loudspeakers.
"Good, we're going to be taking off soon," Sam said, leaning back in her seat, reclining it all the way back.
"Ow! Sam, that's crushing my legs!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Deal with," Sam said. "I'm tired, and this is comfortable."
"You don't have to lean your seat back so far that it crushes me!" Freddie argued. He kicked the back of her seat.
"Stop it!" Sam snapped, sitting up and turning around to thumping her boyfriend on the top of his head.
"Hey!"
"Are you guys serious?" Carly sighed, frustrated. "How did you go from lovey-dovey, pretzel buying couple to cranky fighting couple?"
"She started it," Freddie mumbled.
"That's it," Carly said firmly as the plane began to move down the runway. "As soon as we're in the air, one of you two is swapping seats!"
"We wanted to do that," Sam said. "But you wouldn't let us!"
"Oh no, you two aren't going to be sitting right next to each other either," Carly told her.
"Why not? You just said-"
"Because we don't want to see the two of you making out the whole way home!" T-Bo said loudly.
"Excuse me," a lady with a small toddler in the row next to the group said. "My son just fell asleep. Would you mind keeping it down, please?"
"Sorry," Carly said.
"Hey, m'am, can I ask you a question?" T-Bo said.
"Um, okay?" the lady frowned.
"Are you a fan of barbecue chicken?"
"Er, sure."
"Well wouldn't you enjoy those delicious flavors blended up in a smoothie?" T-Bo asked her.
"What?"
"Just ignore him," Spencer said to the lady. "Wow, I can't help noticing that you're very pretty. Your husband must be a lucky guy."
"Oh, I'm single," the lady smiled at him.
"Really?" Spencer grinned, leaning over T-Bo, holding out a hand to the lady. "Well I'm Spencer Shay."
"Angela," the lady replied shaking his hand.
"Ow! Watch it, Shay!" T-Bo yelled. "Your elbow's somewhere it shouldn't be!"
"Okay, we're in the air now," Carly said, looking out the window, seeing the many clouds rolling by the window. "Time to switch some seats around before Sam and Freddie give everyone on this plane a headache."
"Then just let us sit next to each other and-"
"I told you, Freddie, that's not happening!" Carly said. "Okay, Freddie, switch seats with T-Bo and-"
"I'll switch with T-Bo!" Spencer said, eager to be sitting closer to Angela, who he had just begun telling all about his foreign sock collection. "Up you go, Teebs."
"No way, I'm not gonna be stuck in the middle!"
"Alright, fine, Freddie, you go in the middle, T-Bo, take the window," Carly conceded, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I want to sit next to Freddie," Gibby said, looking up from his pearphone.
"Why?" Carly asked.
"Because this app keeps shutting down on me and I need him to help me fix it," Gibby replied. "It's my favorite game; Dairy Slicer!"
"That game's like two years old, dipthong," Sam said.
"It soothes me!"
"I-oh all right," Carly groaned. "T-Bo, come take Gibby's spot up here, Gibby, go sit in T-Bo's spot by the window-"
"I'm not sitting by the window!" Gibby cried. "I'll look out it and have a panic attack!"
"Then don't look out it," Freddie reasoned.
"I can't not look out a window! That's like walking into a room and not smelling the rug that's in it."
"Sam, don't!" Carly told her best friend before she could open her mouth to rip on Gibby's last comment.
"Yeah, and I'm not giving up my window seat either!" T-Bo said firmly.
"Neither am I, just putting that out there," Sam said.
"No one asked you to," Freddie reminded her.
"Which is why I said 'Just putting it out there'," Sam said, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable!"
"Fine, you know what?" Carly said. "Gibby, take my seat, Freddie, come up here and take Gibby's old seat. I'll sit between T-Bo and Spencer behind you. Is everyone happy now?" she asked, standing up. "Huh? Are you?"
She looked up around the plane and realized that the rest of the passengers were staring at her.
"Oh, until you've seen this all from my perspective, you can't judge me!" she said to her onlookers.
"Nice, Carls," Sam chuckled as Freddie, Gibby and Carly rearranged themselves.
The new seating arrangements were Sam, Gibby and Freddie in the first row, and T-Bo, Carly and Spencer in the second row.
Carly feeling very stressed out, but also pleased that she had managed the herculean task of rearranging everyone perfectly, pulled out her pearpod and began listening to music.
"So see, you need to readjust your settings," Freddie told Gibby, fiddling with his pearphone. "And then you should be good and the app should stop shutting down."
"Readjust your settings," Sam mimicked him.
"You know, you weren't complaining when I fixed your pearphone back at the smoothie convention," Freddie pointed out. "In fact, I'd say you were very appreciative, seeing as you dragged me behind the model of the giant blender to make out."
"Like you've never wanted to make out behind a giant blender," Sam grinned.
"Er, guys?" Gibby frowned, not liking the way his two friends were staring at each other across him now.
"Well, it was fun," Freddie chuckled, ignoring Gibby.
"Too bad there aren't any giant blenders back in Seattle," Sam said.
"Or any other oversized appliances," Freddie nodded. "Um, anybody want to play hangman on my pearphone?" Gibby asked.
"You know," Sam smiled, leaning over Gibby. "Carly bought me a bunch of tubes of smoothie flavored lip gloss at that convention."
"Er, Sam, you're sort of-" Gibby started.
"Really?" Freddie chuckled, also leaning over Gibby, seemingly forgetting that his best friend was even there. "And...do I get to taste this smoothie flavored lip gloss when we get home?"
"Well," Sam said, raising an eyebrow. "I put some on right before we got onto the plane, so if you wanted to now..."
"No!" Gibby said loudly, startling Sam and Freddie, who's lips were now only centimeters away from each others. "This is not going to be the cab ride all over again!"
