A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone!
Is anybody else having problems with the file upload option in the Doc Manager? It's only actually posting the first line for me. Sam's thoughts are in italics. Again, Merry Christmas!
"I was surprised she didn't want to come with us." Freddie said as they walked to their
RV.
"I'm glad she didn't want to." Sam said.
"You wanted to keep being alone with me." Freddie smirked.
Sam glared at him.
"At least she went on the biggest rollercoaster in the park." Freddie said. "I told you it
would be worth the wait."
"When do you do all this nubby prepping for all the stops we make?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, when you're sleeping?" Freddie suggested. "You haven't woken up before
me since we were in Vancouver."
"Yeah, because the other places we've been to sounded lame." Sam said.
"But you ended up loving them." Freddie smiled. "Let's face it, I'm a good planner."
"Shut up, nub." Sam said.
"Looks like you were right about Carly. She posted saying that she's the one I've always
loved." Freddie chuckled, looking at his PearPhone. "My mom's still freaking out, of
course."
"What's with all these...pics?" Sam asked, eyeing the poses Carly chose.
"Either she's trying to get me to ditch you and come back, which won't happen, or
someone hacked into her account and posted them." Freddie replied. "I'm sure Gibby's
drooling over them."
"Gibby's attracted to her?" Sam asked.
"You didn't notice?" Freddie asked. "He was looking at her a lot more before we left."
"I wish him luck." Sam laughed.
Freddie unlocked the RV, sat at a table with his laptop, and vigorously began typing.
"Are you sending her a virus or something?" Sam asked.
"Maybe." Freddie grinned, dramatically tapping the Enter key. "Done. Every time Carly,
Spencer, Gibby, or my mom try to post on Splashface, she'll get an error message. They
won't able to find my IP address."
"Nice work, Fredward!" Sam high fived her boyfriend.
Freddie closed his laptop, leaned back in the seat, and stared forward.
"Uh, Fredwuss?" Sam waved her hand in front of him.
"Yes, Sam?" Freddie asked, looking into her eyes.
"Can we get to the MallMart now?" Sam asked.
Freddie pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and slid it into Sam's hand.
"An RV camp?" Sam asked.
Freddie nodded.
"How do you expect us to-ugh." Sam said. "Only because the others won't be screwing
around on Splashface anymore." She walked to the driver's seat.
...
After several wrong turns, illegal u-turns, and lots of swearing, Sam and Freddie finally
made it to the RV campsite.
"Time to watch the sun set." Freddie grinned, pushing the button that controlled the RV's
power awning.
"Really, Freddumb?" Sam shouted from the bathroom. He ignored her and began to set
up the table and chairs. The RV's yellow paint and orange stripes glistened in the evening
sunlight. He took vigorously shook one of the Peppy Cola cans he had taken outside.
"You owe me for this." Sam stated. She had a bucket of fried chicken under each arm.
"I figured I would." Freddie said, cracking open his soda.
As Sam's can clicked open, soda shot out. She dodged the spewing soda before it could
reach her face. Freddie took off running across the campsite.
Sam let out a battle cry and ran off in pursuit, and she eventually caught her boyfriend.
Sam devised a plan to get Freddie back after she dragged him back to the RV.
"You deserve this..." Sam said darkly. She poured all of Freddie's peppy cola onto his
face, and luckily he closed his eyes in anticipation.
"Alright, alright!" Freddie shouted, laughing.
"Go get two more cans, and don't do that again, nub." Sam said. "Mama wants to eat."
"I know not to interrupt that again..." Freddie remarked as he entered the RV.
Sam and Freddie shared a fun conversation, laughing as they reminisced about past
moments together.
"Time for bed, Sammy." Freddie said.
"Carry me." Sam said, holding out her arms.
Freddie rolled his eyes and picked up his girlfriend. He let her down in the back of the RV
for her to get changed while he put the furniture away and retracted the awning.
I wonder if he'll propose to me on this trip. He'll have plenty of opportunities to in the
future.
Spending the rest of my life with the nub wouldn't be so bad.