Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I just needed a little break from writing. :P
DISCLAIMER: Hi, I don't own iCarly. Bye. And Newark Airport isn't mine either. Or Lexus, or Honda.
Chapter 6: Sam POV
C'mon already! When's our stupid luggage gonna come on this spinney thingy? I want to get out of here and to Six Flags as fast as possible!
"Ugh, when's it gonna get here!" I yell out.
"Calm yourself, Puckett, they have to get everybody's stuff off the plane and then to baggage claim before they can make the carousal spin around with them." As usual, I had no idea what the nerd was saying.
Spencer was going around with his beavecoon picture and asking people if they've seen it. Spencer is one interesting man.
After an old lady smacked him with her purse, he came sulking back over to us and whined, "I thought these New Jersey people would know what I'm talking about!"
Freddie chuckled and explained, "First of all, some of these people might not even be from New Jersey, they could just be visiting, like us. And second of all, why would New Jersey people know of the beavecoon?"
"Nobody should know of it," Carly piped in, "It lives in Spencer's diseased imagination!"
Spencer shot Carly a look and said, "Remember when I told you guys about my 8th grade field trip? Back when my body was first starting to change, remember that?" We all shuddered and nodded. "Well, that field trip was in New Jersey, and Socko saw the beavecoon in New Jersey soooo… they must breed here! Or something."
"Well, you can't argue with that logic." I concluded.
Just then the carousal started spinning and people's luggage were coming out on the belt. When I saw mine I jumped up on the carousal, grabbed my bag, and let the belt carry me for a minute before jumping off.
"Sam! You could've gotten in trouble for that!" Freddumb hissed.
"Relax, Benson. I'm used to getting in trouble anyway." He rolled his eyes at me and I smirked. He walked closer to the belt when he saw his nerd luggage. Then I had an idea.
He leaned over the carousal to grab his luggage, and I went up behind him and whisper, "Boo." In his ear. He let out a yelp and fell onto the belt, with me laughing hysterically at his misfortune.
He quickly jumped off with his bag and wiped himself off. Of course that's his first instinct, to get clean.
"SAM! Why'd you do that! I could've gotten in trouble! Or hurt!"His second instinct is to yell at me.
"To get you back." I stated simply.
"For what?"
"For yelling at me." I loved watching his face change emotions so quickly.
"When did I yell at you?"
I pretended to look sad and said, "When I got of the carousal, you yelled at me. I was just trying to have fun. I've never been to an airport before, so I didn't know how to get my luggage."
"Well, I was just looking out for you. I mean… look, I'm sorry."
Ha, I turned the tables and made him apologize to me! "Just don't let it happen again, Fredface, otherwise you better learn how to sleep with your eyes open." He gulped and nodded. What a wimp.
After everybody had their stuff, we walked to the lower level of the airport to get our rental car. Spencer spoke to the lady at the desk, then she lead us out to a parking garage that was full of all different types of cars.
Spence had enough money to either rent us a Lexus or a Honda, both were SUV's. We all decided on the Lexus, since they looked cooler.
"Okay, what color would you like?" The lady asked. Whoa! You can pick a color too!
"Red!" I shouted out.
"Blue!" Yelled Freddison.
"Hot pink!" Carly squeled.
"Purple!" Spencer yelled. "I read that purple attracts beavecoons!" I don't think that purple cars exist, but I don't wanna be the one to tell Spencer that.
"Well, we DO have a purple Lexus. But no red, blue, or hot pink one."
"Who doesn't have a red or blue car! Those are common colors for cars, not purple!" I pouted.
We ended up getting the purple car, making Spencer extremely happy.
"Okay, enough of this chiz. Let's go to Six Flags!"
"Sam, Six Flags is in southern Jersey, we're in north Jersey. We're not gonna be able to get there today." Freddpuss told me.
Spencer turned to me and said, "Yep, it's gonna be at least a two hour ride."
"Will we stop for food?"
"Sure."
"Okay then." I settled myself in the back seat by putting my feet on Fredbag's lap and resting my head against the car, just like on the ride to the Seattle Airport.
Jeez, the car door definitely isn't as comfy as Freddie's shoulder is.
A/N: Sorry that was so short, this was just a filler chapter. We're getting closer to the good stuff... ;)
Oh, and did anyone pick up on the car color's that Sam and Freddie wanted? Wink wink.
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