A/N: Thanks again for the feedback on the last chapter! I don't know too much about hockey, but I did my best. I guess you could call this a prequel to iWin The Lottery/iLive The Good Life.
Disclaimer: iCarly didn't have any real curse words in it.
Chapter Six
Sam froze for a second after she landed on the ice. She walked over to the player that was penalized, ripped his hockey stick from his hand, took a pair of skates in a nearby ref's hands.
"HEY, REF!" Sam yelled, putting on the skates. "START THE CLOCK!"
The ref tried to resist but another ref just went with it and restarted the clock.
The home team managed to get the puck first, and Sam stole it when it was on its way to another home team member. Because almost everyone on the team knew her from iCarly and how strong she was, no one on the other team tried to stop her from scoring a goal.
A player on the visiting team obtained the puck first in the next play, and a home team player stole it from him. Sam noticed that the visiting team was anything but happy. A ref called a penalty, and the home team reluctantly gave the puck up.
While waiting for the head ref to give the go-ahead to restart play, a home team member moved forward and hit the puck toward the visiting team's goal with his best shot. It bounced off the left frame tube of the goal, and the home team lunged into the entire visiting team.
"...Shit." Sam muttered.
Most of the players on the home team began hitting the visiting team with their sticks, while a few knocked out the refs. A few fans started rushing to break the fight up, but the majority stayed in their seats in a frenzy, snapping pictures and recording videos. Freddie waved his arms toward the exit, hoping Sam would catch the gesture.
She looked at Freddie, the fighting players for a second, then the knocked out refs and now knocked out security guards, and the exit. Not wanting to add to her criminal record, she rolled her eyes and skated to the rink exit. After she took the skates off and dropped the stick, Freddie was already there waiting for her.
"Quick, let's get outta here!" Freddie said.
"Hold on a sec." Sam held her hand up. She used her foot to prop the door to the hallway open. Using her other hand, Sam picked up her stick, and it slid all the way to the outside exit with a single push.
"Come on, Fredwuss." Sam said.
Sam pouted as they dashed past a snack bar. Freddie gave her a look, assuring her that she'd get some food once they left the property.
They eventually made it out to the parking lot, surprised at the high number of cars. The couple immediately located their bright yellow RV, and headed toward it.
"Whew..." Freddie panted as he shut the side door on the RV. "That was...pretty fun, Sam. Thanks for the hockey game suggestion."
"Don't mention it, Fredward." Sam said. "Now get Mama some food!"
"I will once-" Freddie started, but his eyes went wide as he noticed the very large amount of people that were now flowing through the building's exit. "...And we're leaving."
Freddie was careful not to jacknife the RV and car as he drove through the parking lot, but soon he turned onto the main road.
"Are you buckled up, Sam?" Freddie called.
"Yeah, yeah, Fredward." Sam replied, he looked into the rear view mirror and noticed she was on her PearPhone.
"Any Splashface updates?" Freddie asked in an annoyed tone.
"They're 'commanding' us to come back by the end of the summer now." Sam filled her boyfriend in. "At least that's some progress."
"Didn't we already tell them we'd be back by the end of the summer?" Freddie asked.
"We just said we were taking a summer road trip." Sam winked. "We don't have to come back, but you probably want to go to college."
"You got into that culinary college near MIT, right?" Freddie asked. "Do we have the acceptance letters with us?"
"Surprisingly, Crazy let you keep the letter, and I think it was in the emergency suitcase." Sam answered, smiling as she found the letter.
"Great, now we can go straight to Massachusetts when it's time to leave Canada for school." Freddie grinned.
"Don't ruin our trip, Fredward." Sam glared.
"So you like spending time with me?" Freddie taunted.
"Shut up, Fredward." Sam commanded. "Where are we getting food from?"
"Back at the MallMart. It's getting close to dark, so I'll probably get you a ham for later and we'll get some Inside Out Burger again." Freddie said. He noticed his girlfriend drooling.
"Are you drooling over my muscles or the ham I'm getting you?" Freddie asked with a smug smile etched across his face.
"Bo-the ham." Sam stopped herself.
"So, you were looking at my muscles." Freddie confirmed.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up, Fredward?" Sam reminded.
With a roll of his eyes, Freddie turned on the XM radio, which he knew had to have been installed by a previous owner because of the RV's age. High quality sound blasted through speakers located throughout the RV.
"Good evening, I'm Marvin Brown. Our top story this evening is a riot between two teams at today's community hockey club game." The news anchor said. "We now go to reporter Bonnie Andrews, who is at the local hockey club facility."
"Thanks, Marvin." Bonnie replied. "The fight began when the home team lunged at the visiting team, and both teams began hitting each other with their sticks."
"A few members of the home team knocked all of the referees and security guards unconscious, and some snack bar employees were knocked out after fans began to leave." Bonnie continued. "Both of these teams are out for the season, leaving other teams in the Vancouver Metro Area to fight for the championship."
"I knew this would be on the radio." Freddie said, turning the radio down as Marvin came back on.
"Carly recognized us from the videos that have been posted all over Splashface..." Sam groaned. "She asked if I was okay, and I said yes."
The location of the day's events hadn't been disclosed outside of local news for the privacy of the players, fans, and workers.
"Nice to know she still cares about you, even though she's not being a very good friend." Freddie said.
"Get this, she said 'Freddie will be mine when you come back' in her latest message." Sam informed.
"That'll happen when pigs fly!" Freddie assured. "I don't like her that way anymore."
"That's good to know, Fredward." Sam replied. Freddie pulled into the MallMart parking lot, in the same two back to back spaces they occupied the night before.
"Alright, let's go in and grab something to eat." Freddie said, getting up from the plush driver's seat.
"Carry me." Sam demanded.
"Fine..." Freddie conceded.
"Put me in a shopping cart." Sam commanded. Freddie placed her in a shopping cart and they soon arrived at the meat aisle.
"Ham..." Sam moaned. Freddie removed the Ham from the shelf.
"Hold your horses, Sam. I've still got to get my food." Freddie reminded, taking the ham from his girlfriend and sliding it under his left arm.
Sam grunted, crossing her arms. Freddie pushed the car with his free arm to the indoor Inside Out Burger.
Sam gently placed her ham in the cart as she got out to walk in with Freddie. They found the clerk sleeping, but the cooks were awake. Sam slapped the clerk, and the employees working in the back chuckled. He looked to be in his 50's, as his hair was starting to become gray.
"Hey! We want food here!" Sam shouted to the groggy clerk.
"Wh-what can I get you?" The clerk asked.
"Two double cheeseburger meals, please." Freddie answered, yawning himself.
Surprisingly, a cook brought out two already prepared double cheeseburger meals. Freddie paid, the couple fixed their drinks, and soon they were walking back to the RV.
"This must be his ride." Sam guessed, looking at the rusty regular cab Nissan truck in front of them.
"I didn't know you could duct tape a windshield in..." Freddie said, "...nor did I know that using crates as seats was legal."
"It isn't." Sam confirmed. "My mom tried it and she got a ticket."
"O...kay." Freddie responded. After taking a couple quick pictures of the truck, they retreated back to their motorhome.
"Just letting you know, I'm not up for anything tonight." Sam said as they ate at a table behind the driver's seat.
"Same here." Freddie yawned again. "Maybe we'll watch some TV after we eat and doze off."
"I wonder if we'll be on the eleven o'clock news." Sam pondered.
"I'm surprised you know the news comes on at eleven." Freddie chuckled. "We probably will be."
"Hopefully we don't have any 'encounters' with people tomorrow." Sam said.
"I'm with you on that." Freddie responded.
A/N: End of chapter 6! Once again, I am loving the feedback and would greatly appreciate more!