Chapter 4 is now up and ready to read! R&R because I love your guyses reviews!
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"And that," Carly said, pointing to a little over fifteen porcelain monkey statues, "was my big bro, Spencer, introducing you to all of his monkeys."
One by one, Spencer carefully put his monkeys into a wagon and pulled it until it was parked by the elevator.
"To end our show tonight," Carly started whispering into the camera and inching closer to a lump in the corner of the studio, "Spencer is going to hook up a dream reading device to Sam and see what she's dreaming about! Woo!"
Sam had put ear-plugs in her ears and a giant blanket over her, so she was asleep before the dream segment.
"It's only gonna take Spencer a second to connect her to his device," Carly mysteriously said into the camera then jumped back, "She's all done! Shall we watch?"
Freddie turned the camera towards Sam and then the wall where her dream was being projected.
On of her more normal dreams appeared which was her (along with Gibby, Carly, and Frednerd, this time) frolicking in a field of pork chops and tender loins.
The screen suddenly changed when a Spencer in her dream yelled out, "Road trip!"
Freddie turned his camera to Spencer who gave the tech producer a thumbs-up. Turning his view back to the wall, Freddie had noticed he wasn't in this specific part of Sam's dream which made him feel... left out? (A/N Or maybe upset that Sam wasn't dreaming of him? ^.^)
"Where are we going Spence," Carly asked, getting into the passenger's seat of a very ritzy mini-van.
"You'll see soon enough," Spencer replied mischievously, starting up the car and idling it while Sam lugged a suitcase into the van.
"Sam, do you have to bring all of your fatcakes?" Carly sighed and buckled herself in.
"Just in case we get lost again, like last time!" Sam closed the trunk and hurried to the backseat of the van, also buckling herself in.
"Hey!" Spencer tried to defend himself, "He looked like he was a tour guide, didn't he?"
Carly smiled and turned on the radio, "Yeah, Spencer, a tour guide with a long beard, torn clothes, and a bottle of Vodka in his hand."
Freddie then pulled his camera to Carly, who was poking her brother on the arm.
"Hey, are you gonna pick someone up on the way?" Sam asked pointing to the empty seat next to her.
"Yeah, we're gonna pick up Gibby," Carly turned to her best friend and pointed. Somehow... from somewhere... Gibby appeared on the seat next to Sam.
"Aw!" Sam slouched in her seat, "Why does it have to be Gibby?"
"Would you rather us pick up Freddie?" Spencer asked looking at Sam in his rear view mirror.
The dream poofed Gibby into nothingness while Freddie took the seat next to Sam. She looked at him for a minute then said, "Well, at least he doesn't take his shirt off."
There were a couple minutes of talking in Sam's dream until the screen went black, then continued to feed video again. Like Sam woke up, but fell back asleep.
This time, Spencer, Carly, Sam, and Freddie were at a campsite in a tent.
"Pass the marshmallow bag, Carls?" Sam gestured to the open marshmallow bag on the ground.
"And what do you say?" Carly asked, pleasantly, picking up the bag.
"Give it or the nub gets hurt," Sam grabbed Freddie shoulder and held her fist next to his face, never looking away from the bag of chewey goodness.
"Sam!" Carly scolded, putting her hands on her hips.
"Fine," Sam let go of Freddie, but not without shoving him a little, "Can I please have the bag 'o marshmallows?"
"Good girl!" Carly gave Sam the bag and petted her head.
Sam moved suddenly, taking out the two chords that made the color and sound of her dream possible. Spencer maneuvered himself so he wouldn't wake Sam up, but could address the issue. After untangling the chords, Spencer fixed it and the they continued watching the dream.
Sam was sitting on her sleeping bag, listening to her iPod while Carly was reading a book and Spencer was outside the tent. Her dream panned the sleeping bags and you could tell who was who's. Spencer was the first one with a Navy Blue leopard on the front and on top of it was a monkey statue. The next one was Carly's that had pink and black flowers all over it. I guess you could tell it was hers because she was sitting on it. Sam got hers from one of her mom's boyfriends. It had Inside-Out Burger on it. Freddie was sitting on his, but it was just solid green.
"What are you listening to?" Freddie asked Sam, peeking over her shoulder.
Sam jerked her iPod away from his view and said, "None of your beeswax, whizzpants!"
Freddie smirked and pulled out his phone.
"Aw," Sam poked fun at Freddie, "Are you texting your mamma before you go beddy-bye?"
The teenage boy smiled and nodded his head, returning to look at his phone.
Freddie laughed to himself and turned the camera back to Sam who was twitching. Carly got up and sat closer to her friend on the floor. Sam instantly calmed down and the dream changed as well.
This time the dream was all in Sam's point of view, so it was harder to watch than the other dreams. Carly was somewhat surprised by the dream's setting and the only two people in it and Freddie was just nervous.
"Tell me!" Sam asked leaning a little bit closer to Freddie.
"Nah, it's dumb." Freddie tried to shake off the idea all together.
"Say it!" Sam was beginning to get frustrated with him.
"Ok. I was just gonna say..." Freddie stopped to think of the consequences that he would pay for after this was said.
Sam interrupted him, "That we should kiss?"
Freddie was now sweating and was giving Carly all kinds of signals to end the show. Carly ignored every single sign he gave and her eyes were glued onto the video being displayed from Sam's mind.
"Well, lean." Sam had said.
Freddie wanted more than anything to remember that kiss, but didn't want the entire world to see it. He did what any person, that wants to wake up Sam, would do.
"SAM, THERE'S A STEAK TRUCK DOWNSTAIRS GIVING AWAY FREE STEAK!" Freddie yelled just as he saw himself lean in Sam's dream.
Sam immediately sat up and the video fizzled out. Carly got up and Sam followed.
"It seems that we went over our normal time in the show, but come back next week!" Carly reassured her audience.
"Remember, people," Sam added her two cents, "Never eat chicken legs before going to sleep."
"Bye," Carly waved.
"Bye," Sam stretched.
"And... we're clear." Freddie notified the girls and turned off his laptop.
"How did the show go?" Sam asked, picking up a glass of cream soda she left there a couple days ago, "And why did you fake me out about those steaks, Fredifinalia? I'll get you back, but I'm too lazy to right now."
"It went fine..." Carly looked nervously at Freddie, then Sam, then Spencer.
Spencer raised his eyebrows, "Well... that was..." he stopped mid-sentence and high-tailed it to the door.
"What's up with him?" Sam asked taking a sip of her drink.
"Um.. I gotta talk to you..." Carly gave Sam her serious look, but turned to Freddie, "I think you should go home, Freddie."
"Why? Shouldn't -" Freddie didn't get to finish his thought because Carly interrupted him.
"Go now, Freddie." Carly glared at him and clenched her teeth.
Without question and hesitation, Freddie left the room. He left his two best friends to talk about what was just seen.
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To tell the truth, I'm kinda disappointed in the end of this chapter. I'm really debating if I should end it here or add one or two more chapters...
Anyway! Did YOU like it? Or didn't you? Please tell me or I won't know what ya think! (No flames... they buuuurrrn!) :P