Sam picked up her phone, which was ringing with Carly's ringtone. "Carls, I'm busy. I found my mother's secret stash of bacon!"
"Sam! This more important than bacon!" Carly said over the phone. "The scripts have come!"
"Seriously? I'm on my way!" Sam hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket, and walked as quickly as she could to the Shay's.
"I'm here!" She announced her arrival. She then walked over to there she could see Carly and Freddie, huddled at the table. "Hey."
"Hey! Look! Our characters are on the front! I'm playing someone called 'Zara'." Carly Said.
"And I'm named 'Mitch'." Freddie said.
"That is such a dorky name." Sam commented.
"Maybe I portray a dorky character." Freddie suggested.
"Frednub, you are a dorky character." Sam said. "You don't need to 'portray' anything."
"I'm surprised you even know what portray means, Puckett."
"I'm full of surprises, Benson."
"Oh, really, like what?"
"Guys! Don't argue! Sam, why don't you look at your character?"
"Fine. Oh, I play a girl called Zori."
"Yey! We're sisters in the movie Sam!" Carly said excitedly.
"Yeah, along with another girl named Zaurus." Freddie commented. "Played by a girl named Kayce Jones."
"And it seems this girl is your love interest. You get some lip action too!" Carly said excitedly.
"I already feel sorry for this girl." Sam teased. "I bet she runs out before it even happens!"
"Shut up Sam." Freddie said.
"Look! Page 78!" Carly said. Sam and Freddie turned to that page. "It says 'After Mitch and Zaurus have professed their love for each other, they make out on the couch'."
"Now I defiantly feel sorry for this Kayce chick. There is no way Freddie knows how to French kiss." Sam said.
"How do you know, Puckett?"
"Come on, there is no way anyone would want to French kiss you!"
"Untrue!"
"Then who would?"
"I don't know! A future girlfriend!"
"Wow. You sure do think highly of yourself. There is no way you are ever going to get a girlfriend."
"I do in this movie!"
"And? That's a movie, not real life, dipwad."
"Sam." Carly interrupted. "I think you need to be nice to Freddie."
"No, I don't! There is no point wasting my niceness on Freddie."
"You have no niceness." Freddie retorted.
"In this movie, it seems that you and Zori and Mitch are best of friends!"
"I can't do that!"
"Sure you can, Princess Puckett. It's called acting."
"No amount of acting can override my hate for you, Benson."
"You'll have to try." Carly said. "It can't be that hard."
"See? You are a really good actor, Sam. I'm sure you can be nice to me if you tried." Freddie said.
"Did you just attempt to complement me? The niceness doesn't start until the camera is rolling, Fredhead."
"I was just trying to be nice generally."
"Oh, really? If you want to be so nice, then go and get me some ham."
"I think I will." Freddie said, before walking off towards his apartment, coming back moments later with three slices of ham.

Sam was all packed for Hollywood, and had everything she needed. Freddie was also complete. However, Carly not so much. She is now deciding which 10 shades of eye shadow she needs, and which two to leave behind. The thing is, they're leaving in 10 minutes to go to the airport.
"Carls, hurry up!"
"I'm coming! Is Freddie here?"
"No." Sam replied.
"Can you go get him?"
"But him mum might disinfect me or something!"
"Just go!"
"Fine, I'm going!" Sam said. As soon as she had left the Shay apartment, Sam could hear Mrs Benson harassing her son.
She knocked on the door. "Freddie!"
"I'm coming!" He called back. "No, mum, I do not need to take snake repellent." He sighed. "Hey, Sam."
"Carly said you need to hurry your fat but up."
"I highly doubt Carly said that."
"Well, it was something like that. Just get a move on. We're leaving in ten minutes!"
"Ten minutes?" Marissa freaked. "Awww, baby, I'm going to miss you so much!"
"I'm going to miss you two, mum!"
"Do you have to go?"
"Yes, he does. Now say your goodbye and let your son go!" Sam said, before walking back to Carly's – to make sure she was ready now!
"You got Freddie?" Spencer asked, stood with a sombrero on his head, and a large suitcase at his side.
"He's on his way. Its Carly that's the problem."
"She still trying to choose between sunglasses?"
"Nope. Its eye shadow now."
"She is such a girl." Spencer huffed. "Oh, look. Here comes the girl right now." He said, as Carly came down the stairs, carrying two travel bags, and a suitcase rolling behind her.
"You all set?"
"Yep. I'm ready to go!"
"It's about time!"
"Ah, look, its Freddo! All are present and ready to go!" Spencer said excitedly.

"Welcome aboard Virgin America. We are about to set off on our flight to Hollywood, LA. Please ensure that you have your seatbelts on, and that all loose items are secure!"
"This is so exciting!" Carly giggled.
"If you're going to continue being this peppy, I am going to put my headphones on." Sam warned.
"Me too!" Freddie agreed from behind. "I didn't know It was possible for a girl to giggle this much."
"Trust me, you haven't seen her when she wakes up with a text from Adam." Spencer said, from the seat next to Freddie. "She skips down the stairs, makes me pancakes, then giggles because 'Life is just so great', and then giggles again. And again. And again."
"I'm a girl!" Carly defended. "I like to giggle."
"My mums a girl. And she defiantly does not giggle." Freddie said.
Sam giggled.
"Sam! Did you just giggle?" Asked Carly.
"No… I was choking!"
"On what?"
"The air."
"Sam."
"Fine, I was giggling." Sam admitted.
"Was it at Freddie, by any chance?"
"Nope. Freddie does not deserve my giggles."
"So I don't deserve your giggles, and I don't deserve your niceness. What do I deserve?"
"My hate."
"Sam! That wasn't very nice. What do you say to Freddie?"
"I hate you."
"Well, I hate you!" Freddie said back.
"I hate you more!"
"I hate you more-er!"
"I hate you more-er-er!"
"I hate you more-er-er-er!"
Carly sighed. This was going to be a long plane ride. And movie.