What's up? I realize that I posted my second chapter without getting five reviews first. That was a mistake. But at least you got two chapters in a day. Yay for you! Anyways, I give you…..chapter three!

Disclaimer: Would I be writing fanfiction if owned iCarly? Shoosh nahh!

iTrip

Chapter Three

Getting There

As the plane landed, I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my carry-on bag. I shook my three friends awake, and we all filed off of the plane. Spencer tried calling a cab after we grabbed our luggage, but failed miserably. Sam stopped him, then whistled, making one of the yellow service cars stop for us. Spencer sat in the front while Sam, Freddie, and I squished in the back in that order. Was starting to feel the effects of jetlag, so I leaned my head back and close my eyes. Not two minutes after I did, Sam and Freddie began quarreling.

"Sam! What have I told you about licking my phone?"

"C'mon. It's not like I have Mono or anything."

"It's annoying, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped."

"I'd appreciate it if you would make your face less ugly."

"Wha- my face isn't ugly!"

"Yes it is!"

"Is not! Now stop trying to change the subject!"

"I'm just stating my feelings."

"Yeah. Like you have any."

"I do!"

"I dunno. I'd be careful. You might catch a cold."

This threw Sam off. "What? Catch a cold?"

"Yeahh. You know. From the ice inside your heart." Freddie smirked.

At the same time, Spencer and I shouted, "Ohhh!"

"Oh yeah? Well I'm pretty sure the way you look is illegal in all fifty states." Sam smirked as well.

"Ohhh!" Spencer and I shouted again.

"You're one to be talking."

"OHHHHH!" the cab driver shouted. We all looked at him oddly. "What? Suddenly, we're not doing that anymore?" There was a slight moment of silence, then Freddie and Sam exploded on each other, literally at each other's throats. I quickly tried pulling them apart, but I ended up with a busted lip. I exploded on them.

"That's IT! I can't take it anymore!" They stopped, seeing my bleeding lip. The cab driver handed me a napkin and some ice (where he got it, I have no idea). The two looked pretty guilty, but I wasn't done yet. "You guys are SO immature! I hate it when you guys fight! We're on a two-week vacation! Can you guys just knock it OFF?" The cab fell silent.

The driver spoke up again. "Ya know, the little girl's right. You just busted her lip because of your fighting. Maybe you should take her advice." I liked this cab driver.

"Toeee…" Spencer murmured.

"Spencer! Pay attention!"

"Sorry…."

"Now will you guys please try to get along?" They both nodded, sitting back and staying quiet for the rest of the ride.

The cab driver pulled up to a beautiful hotel called Palm Resort. Wow. Way to be original. Paying and thanking the cab driver, we grabbed our luggage and stepped into the hotel.

The hotel was quite fancy, with a golden staircase and fancy concierges. Some asked to carry our bags, but we refused and received our keys.

"Alright kiddos," Spencer announced, "Freddie and I will be in room 206. Carly, you and Sam will be in 207. Socko's in 208. Make yourselves at home and I'll call Socks about dinner."

I made my way up the elegant staircase and down the hall to room 207. I used my keycard to open the door. The room contained two Queen-sized beds, a balcony, a bathroom, and a mini-fridge. I dropped my luggage, yelling, "Balcony!"

Sam dropped her luggage and yelled, "Mini-fridge!"

Stepping out onto the balcony, I felt the warm sun on my skin. The air smelled of sea salt and sun tan oil. I was definitely enjoying this. "I totally call the bed by the balcony." I didn't get a reply, so I stepped back into the room. Sam was fast asleep on the bed closest to the door, snoring softly. I chuckled and lay on my own bed, soaking it all in. We were in Destin.

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