A/N: Thanks for the awesome feedback! Rating upped to T.

Chapter cinco

"Frednub!" Sam said as she shook her boyfriend's shoulder. "Wake up!"

"Huh?" Freddie groggily replied.

"Get up! We've got a city to tour!" Sam reminded.

"Oh yeah, I'll get dressed." Freddie said.

"Your clothes are right here." Sam pointed to a T-shirt and jeans that were draped over a table.

"You must really wanna get going." Freddie remarked.

"Shoosh yeah I do, so hurry up!" Sam shouted.

Freddie began to undress in front of Sam.

"Not now, Sam." Freddie noticed her staring at his six pack.

"O-of course not, nub." Sam stammered. Freddie smiled.

When he got to his boxers, Sam had to turn away.

"Alright, done." Freddie announced.

"You drive." Sam commanded.

"I figured you'd say that." Freddie said. "Do you have a place to go?"

"There's this cafe with good ratings, and the internet said that they have good eggs." Sam responded.

"Is there a big enough parking lot to put the RV in?" Freddie asked. "We'll probably need to find a camping site from here on out if we want to leave the RV during the day."

"Yeah, there's a big lot about a block away from it." Sam replied. They climbed into the front seats after checking the car and started off.

-Meanwhile, in Seattle-

"Why'd they leave again?" Gibby inquired.

"They left because we don't like their relationship." Carly answered. "Right?"

"You bet." Marissa said.

"I believe Freddie belongs with Carly," Spencer stated, "but we can't go and find them just because we think he's dating the wrong girl. They're out of high school now, legally adults, and we can't control them anymore." Marissa's face fell.

"My poor Freddie..." Marissa said softly.

"It's alright, Marissa." Spencer comforted her.

Carly just glared into space, wondering what Sam and Freddie were doing.

-Back in Vancouver-

"This is some good food!" Sam approved as she chewed.

"Sam, you know it's not polite to talk with your mouth open." Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, nub." Sam responded. "Any meat festivals, stuff like that?"

"There probably won't be any good meat 'parties' until we get to Quebec." Freddie answered.

"What about hockey games?" Sam asked. "We're in Canada now. There's gotta be some."

"There's one on the north side of the city. It's a small day game between two clubs." Freddie answered, looking at his PearPhone. "Do you want to stay and finish?"

"We have an RV, don't we?" Sam said. "I can finish it in there." Sam pointed to the flashy yellow and orange RV parked outside.

"Let me guess, you want another order for 'the road." Freddie assumed, using air quotes as he said 'the road' because they weren't travelling far.

"Alright, let's go." Freddie called for some takeout boxes, paid, and they climbed aboard the RV.

"Where are you going to sit?" Freddie questioned.

"At a table, Fredward." Sam said flatly. "There's seatbelts there."

"Want some silverware?" Freddie offered.

"That would be nice, Fredwuss." Sam accepted. Freddie opened a cabinet for the first time.

"Hey, a photo album!" Freddie said, dusting the old leather scrapbook. He then retrieved some eating utensils for his girlfriend.

"What do the photos look like?" Sam inquired as Freddie gently opened the old book.

"Well, I see a woman in a red bikini sitting on top, with her legs draped over the windshield." Freddie informed. "Then there's a photo where the same woman's sitting right where you are sipping hot sauce straight out of the bottle."

"I should try that." Sam commented. Freddie glared at her. "Alright...not until you're out of sight. Here's one from this seat, and she's giving flipping the bird to the photographer while she's driving!"

"And that must be her husband." Freddie pointed to another photo. "That's a decent mustache."

"Can we...remake that middle finger photo?" Sam asked.

With a roll of his eyes, Freddie pulled out his PearPhone and gave Sam the keys to the RV. Soon they got rolling and were able to take the picture.

"You ready, Freddie?" Sam rhymed.

"I thought you didn't like rhymes." Freddie taunted.

"Just take the picture!" Sam commanded, flipping Freddie the bird. He snapped the picture.

"Done." Freddie announced. "Now hurry up and get to the rink!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Sam shouted from the front, but smiled.

Soon they made it to the rink, and got into the game no problem.

"Glad I brought my extra bacon in." Sam said, taking a bite.

"We'd like to welcome everyone to our community game today." The announcer said. Surprisngly, the arena was packed, and few seats were left.

After the player names were listed, the game started.

"That guy totally wacked his balls!" Sam laughed.

"This is so aggressive it's almost like lacrosse." Freddie commented.

"Ohhhh! Hit in the head!" Sam clapped. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"Game misconduct penalty for player number 65 on the guest team!" The referee shouted into his microphone, waving his arms. "Off you go!" A misconduct penalty results in the offending player's removal from the rink.

"HEY! THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Sam cried out. Without thinking, she climbed out of her seat, walked down the aisle between the other seats, and flung herself over the transparent barrier onto the ice.

A/N: Cliffy! Reviews are always appreciated!