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Sorry. Anyways...

I was checking out the reviews, (thank you all! and I see you rachim! your the one that got a shoutout, right? I'm honored to be reviewed by you - no I'm NOT kidding!) and I found about two reviews that had questions in them. I'm going to answer them on the bottom, alright! And your welcome, Cali702! ...May I call you that? LOL.

So anyways, read on!

P.S. NONE of you noticed one of the biggest things that happened in chapter 4...methinks ya'll don't read word for word. XDDDD

Sam was the first inside the restaurant (of course) and was smiling widely at the array of pizzas behind a glass barrier. She jumped up and down, before looking at the three teens sauntering in behind her. She sighed dramatically at their slowness. "Walk faster, people, there's foods to be digested!" she lifted an arm, pointing her finger in the air with glee. A ginger-haired waitress sat the four at a table and walked away.

Sam looked at a garlic shaker, still feeling weird and awkward about what she did to Freddie. She felt conflicted as to whether she should apologize or not, and started playing with her fingers. Freddie looked at her lost face and frowned.

"What's the matter, Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his frown still plastered to his face. Sam only looked at him passively, shrugging. He sighed and looked at Carly and Ian. They were both staring at the window, avoiding each other's eyes.

Great. Three hours in, and everyone has made the trip awkward. Stupid hormones…Freddie thought, glaring outside the window. They were sitting in a booth made for four, scrunched together. Sam was sitting next to Freddie, and Carly next to Ian. Freddie coughed at the seating arrangements.

As he looked out the window, he smiled at the peacefulness of Olympia- it was a suburban, green, wholesome city. He saw kids running around on a lawn in front of town square, two ladies gossiping on a bench nearby, and from what he could see in his seat – a group of elderly men peacefully reading the same book and sipping Earl Grey Tea. Freddie shut his eyes for a second, embracing the peaceful wonders of Washington's capital. Sam looked at him, smirking.

"What's with the tranquil face, Freddie?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He knew full well that when Sam said your full name, (namely his) she either was seriously pissed or seriously serious. He looked at Sam. She blinked back. Realizing what he was secretly under-toning, she nodded her head a little, and smiled sheepishly. He sheepishly smiled back, and shrugged. They both had gotten over what happened, and started to torch the icy mood at the table.

"I want some pasta," Sam said, leaning back into her seat and leaning on Freddie's shoulder. He smiled at her, until he scratched the back of his head, blushing.

"Don't look at the menu, please Sam, or you'll eat everything." Freddie said lightheartedly, leaning back in his seat to get more comfortable. Sam shifted so she could put an arm around Freddie's (chiseled) chest. Carly didn't question the closeness, only raised an eyebrow and sank in her seat. Ian leaned in his, and put his elbows on the table, his face buried in his hands. He counted to ten in his head and looked back up.

"So. We live in the most inconvenient location in the US - right in the fucking corner. We really don't have any options here-"

"Options as in, the next capital we're going to? Is Ian Baxter bias?" Freddie smirked and leaned back up, abandoning Sam. They both frowned, so Freddie only chuckled and wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulder to make up for leaning up. Sam nodded and raised an eyebrow at Ian, begging him to continue and not mention the little thing (oh, you know) going on between her and Freddie.

She knew he didn't reciprocate the feelings she had for him...but why is he messing with her damn head? Sam sighed.

Friends with benefits?

Sam shook her head. Freddie hadn't kissed her (and she hadn't planted one on him either) in years. Friends with benefits would just be too sudden...Right?

"I mean, if you're into that sorta thing, Alaska would be alright. I guess." Ian and Freddie laughed, rolling their eyes.

"Forget bikinis, man. I'm thinking snowshoes and heavy ass coats! "Ian laughed out, leaning back to hold his stomach.

"Please, dude. Can you imagine a hot chick in a bikini - in Alaska? The only chick stupid enough to do that is Sarah Palin." Freddie and Ian stared at each other seriously for a moment - until they both started to laugh maniacally at the thought. Sam rolled her eyes.

Boys.

She realized how out of touch she's been in the conversation, and quickly sits up straightly in her seat and crosses her hands on the table. She realizes Freddie's arm is still on her shoulder and skillfully shrugs him off.

He doesn't frown.

"Wait, you perverts - I wasn't paying attention, saw a ham pizza." she lied with a sheepish smile. "What's the options, again?" she asked, leaning back. She felt jittery and tingly and had no explanation as to why. Freddie turned a little so he was facing Sam.

"Boise, Idaho...er...Helena, Montana, I believe, and Alaska. Oh I'm sorry, Juneau, Alaska." Freddie and Ian laughed. Sam raised her brows at the options.

"Idaho. EYE. DA. HOE." she jumped up and down in her seat, a wide smile breaking out. Freddie and Ian looked at Sam with a confused expression.

"What the hell, why Idaho?" Ian said incredulously, provoked and slightly weirded out by her statement. "Clarify to me why Idaho is your first choi-"

"Their potatoes. It automatically means I get the best potato salad, best fries, best mashed potatoes, and who the fuck wouldn't want that?" Sam replied back with a smirk, putting her feet on the table for emphasis. Ian nodded, realizing how right she was.

"One thing, though, Pretty Puckett."

"What?"

"I know one person on this trip who does like your decision."

"Psh, who? The pussy sitting next to me?"

"Haha, no. I meant Carly." Ian said, crossing his arms on the table for emphasis.

Freddie, despite being called a pussy, was starting to get a bit jealous from the debate going on between Ian and Sam. He never had a civil argument with her. It usually ended up with his ass kicked. He put his head on the table, quelling his little green monster. Until he noticed something strange. Sam's feet were gone from the table - and were now- wait. Was she...was she playing footsie with Ian?

He sat straight up.

"Carly might actually like Idaho; I mean...carbs won't kill...her...right?" Freddie awkwardly barged in, standing up from the table. Ian and Sam looked at him strangely. Carly, who had been staring out of the window at the jumping-jacks pussycat girl, (she had been taking pictures of her/it for the iCarly website) suddenly turned and looked at Freddie.

"I'm right here, you three, and I already mentioned a second ago that I didn't mind going to Idaho." Carly said.

"Uh...Uh-huh. Forget what I said then." Freddie coughed and walked out of the restaurant, blushing and confused and embarrassed. Sam and Ian looked at each other confused, and shrugged after awhile, and continued their game of footsie. Carly wasn't aware of the game, and kept on snapping pictures and showing Ian and Sam.

Freddie looked on from across the street.

They look happy. Freddie thought, and shuffled his way down the street, ignoring everything and everyone. He wasn't sure of where he was going, and for once -

He didn't care.

First things first. I pride myself on not being OOC - so those who are going to attack me for either not really including Carly, how Freddie leaving was OCC, and how Sam and Ian's footsie game was a little out of line - I got ya. Don't attack me. Things will be explained, you should understand Freddie leaving, and if you don't...what. Is. Wrong. With. You.

Replies (and a Clarification):

Reply: LOL, I really don't know, to be honest! If I want to be organized, it'd be two chapters for each state: one where they arrive and a first activity is chosen, then the second chapter is other activities are done and an icarly mini-webisode is filmed. Dunno. But I won't lie...this WILL be a long fan fiction. No matter how short this chapter is (and I do apologize to everyone about that, really. No SRSLY, my other chapters are longer, no? Around 3,000, last time.)

Clarification: Err, she kinda smacked him because even though his perverted ass said it was gross, he was still staring at Pussycat Lady jiggling her big ass boobs. I'd smack him too, to be honest. like, if it's so gross, why are you STILL staring? Get it? Hope ya do.

Sorry about the shortness, my chapters ARE usually longer, but this chapter IS important to the plot, dun bitch at meh. XD

with luv,

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