Chapter Seven
"Hey, wanna see an art gallery?" Freddie offered, knowing Sam would decline.
"Nah, sounds dorky and boring." Sam said.
"Doesn't look like we'll stop in Kamloops." Freddie chuckled. He was at the wheel of the RV and they were heading east.
"Who names a city Kamloops?" Sam asked.
"It sounds cool..." Freddie defended. "It's a city full of informative museums and beautiful galleries.
"Only a nub like you would think any of that would be cool." Sam rolled her eyes.
"You know you love it." Freddie smugly looked at Sam in the rearview mirror.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Sam said. Freddie knew why she abruptly ended the conversation. It started to rain, and he turned on the windshield wipers.
"This is easier than I thought..." Freddie murmured to himself. He was slightly nervous about driving the RV in the rain for the first time. Luckily he had checked the daily forecast before they left Vancouver.
"Frednerd! We've got a problem!" Sam shouted from the back of the large vehicle.
"What is it, Sam?" Freddie asked, slightly exasperated.
"The toilet's leaking! I guess the previous owners didn't change the plumbing..." Sam said.
"How bad is it?" Freddie questioned.
"I actually found a mop and cleaned a little up, but it's still leaking." Sam informed.
"Where'd you ring out the mop?" Freddie inquired.
"In the bathtub, Fredward. Just stop and help me with this." Sam said.
"Well, at least we're near Kamloops." Freddie perked up. Sam rolled her eyes as he exited the Trans-Canada Highway. He turned into a MallMart and parked.
"It's coming from the tank thingy." Sam notified.
"Yup, that's cracked." Freddie shook his head.
"I did check the little blurb the owners before us wrote and they did actually change the pipes and stuff." Sam responded.
"At least we won't have to worry about that." Freddie cracked a small smile. He whipped out his PearPhone and looked for a way to fix the crack.
"I'm gonna go get some epoxy from the MallMart." Freddie told his girlfriend.
"I've...got some." Sam replied, sheepishly grinning and holding up a new tube of epoxy and a gun to squirt it with.
"I won't ask." Freddie said, taking the items from Sam. He began to apply the epoxy along the crack, and soon he was finished.
"Finally, a home improvement job you did right." Sam teased.
"Oh, whatever." Freddie rolled his eyes, putting the epoxy equipment away. "We won't be able to take a piss in here until about midnight." His phone beeped.
"In that case, can we take the car and get some decent food?"
"Says there's a B.F. Wangs six miles from here." Sam said.
"In that case, I'll get the car ready." Freddie replied, exiting the RV.
"You do that, Fredwardo." Sam said.
He unhooked the car from the towbar, reattached the front bumper, and hooked up the car's front lights again.
"Come on, Sam!" Freddie called. She locked up the RV, jumped in the car, and they drove off.
"Ahh! My eyes!" Sam acted as if she were in pain because of all the museums and closed her eyes, but immediately stopped when she opened them.
"Fredward. Stop the car." Sam commanded, glancing back at a certain museum she had taken sight of.
"Am I hearing what I think I'm hearing? Sam Puckett is excited about a museum?" Freddie gasped. Sam slapped him.
"Just go back!" Sam said. Freddie did as he was told and soon they were getting a tour through a museum about the history of meat.
A/N: Hope you liked it, and as always I love reading reviews! Haven't been updating as much because I had two cello performances within a week, and I had to practice for about 12 hours over two days for one of them.