Heh heh heh. Man, it took me a long time to update, but I literally had no time to sit down and write this chapter. But it's here now, and it's the last filler . Sam will be back in the next chapter, and the plot of the story will begin, and it will be delightful. I will be introducing a few new characters into the story as well as a potential love interest for Spencer. The show always has Spencer with some random chick; so why not hook him up with a random girl in this story.

One thing I quickly want to mention is the fact that I made up the name of a Community college. I have no idea whether or not Seattle has a community college, but in this story one exists now. Ha ha ha. So if anyone decides to be really technical about this story here's me claiming that I made up a school right now.

Anyway, please enjoy this chapter. Don't mind the grammar slip ups. I will fix them.

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iCross Dress

Ch6. Second Thoughts On the Plan

What the heck was Freddie getting himself into. He grabbed his stomach, trying to calm the locusts that were throwing a sock hop in his gut. Yah, that's right, locusts. To say he had butterflies would be an understatement. He was petrified. The nerd bowed his head and shivered.

"Freddie, are you gonna be ok?" Carly asked and rested her hand on his knee. The nub stared at her fingers and swallowed. Carly was being intimate with him? This was definitely a bad omen.

The girl felt Freddie tense and slowly removed her hand from his leg. "Isn't it great that Gibby's mom let us borrow her car?" She said awkwardly.

Freddie nodded then turned his head to look out the window. He was blushing.

"I have the coolest mom ever!" Gibby announced from the front seat. "I look just like her." He glanced at his two friends from the rearview mirror and grinned.

"Yah, ya do look like her." Spencer agreed and then shuddered. "But it's a not a good thing." He added.

"I think Freddie is getting cold feet, Spence. What should I do?" Carly asked while staring at her friend. She was worried.

"I'm not getting cold feet. I'm just questioning my mental health." The nub stated. "Can't a guy figure out whether or not he's crazy without getting criticized? That would be great." The boy huffed then turned his head back towards the window.

"He's right kiddo?" Spencer sighed. "Sometimes a guy just needs to think about his brain and ponder the different types of chemical imbalances it might hold. It's all a part of growing up and becoming a man. Puberty….puberty. It's a weird time of life." The adult gripped the steering wheel and shrugged.

"That's a load of bull!" Gibby suddenly yelled. "I've never heard of anyone pondering about the chemical imbalances in their brain."

"Well, that explains why you're clueless to the ones that you have." The artist mumbled.

"What?" Gibby snapped.

"Ok, everyone just calm down!" Carly hollered.

"The only one who needs to calm down is you, Miss let's scream so that everyone will obey my commands." The chubby boy narrowed his eyes, causing a crease to form on his artificial forehead.

"Spencer, just turn on the radio." The girl sighed.

"I have a better idea. Let's go back home and make up a completely different plan!" Freddie freaked.

"See, cold feet." Carly complained.

"Man Up, Fredmeister. We are less then fifteen minutes away from the camp. You can't back out now. Besides that, it took me four hours to create those masks. And they are not going to waste." The artist muttered the last sentence.

"I wasn't thinking straight. I- I was… I was desperate, ok." The nerd tried to speak coherently, but he was growing frustrated. "I'm in my right head now, and I know this plan is not going to work."

No one said a word.

Did they not get it? Freddie bit his lip. If he and Gibby got caught, his life would be over. The consequences would be dire. We're talking public humiliation, possible house arrest, an enraged, psychopathic mother, and worst of all… limited educational opportunities. Freddie would never forgive himself if his only option after high school was SCC (Seattle Community College).

"Desperate for what, Fred?" Spencer finally asked. Concern was in his tone.

The nerd clenched his fists. They didn't get it at all.

"He was desperate to save Sam." Gibby answered.

Freddie fought the urge to punch the back of Gibby's head. "No, That's not right. I was not desperate to save Sam. I was desperate to save the webcast." He spoke smoothly. "And as common sense tells us, it's not smart to make plans when you're desperate."

"If it makes you feel any better, Freddie," Carly started, "I'm scared too." She replaced her hand on his knee. "But somehow, I just know that everything is going to be alright, because I trust you." She looked into his eyes and smiled. Freddie's heart tightened. He would not allow her to trick him. He had to end this mission tonight, because all signs pointed to failure. The girl's hand slipped slightly up his thigh. But Carly was really pretty. Yah, she was manipulating him, but it was impossible to resist her rare, soft and enticing touch.

"Maybe I'm overreacting."

"Uh huh." The thin brunette nodded.

Gibby turned and looked at the two teenagers in the back seat. He made an annoyed face.

Freddie noticed it, and frowned. "What was that look for Gibby?"

"What look are you talking about?"

"This one." Freddie replied and contorted his mouth into a weird grimace.

"Well….. honestly Freddie, I don't think you should worry about whether or not we are going to get caught." Gibby paused. "Because we won't." He made a tsking noise with his tongue. "The only thing you need to worry about is your psyche. I assure you that by this time next week you're going to be extremely confused."

The nerd stared at the plumped boy baffled and anxious. Did Gibby really have a point to what he was saying? Who was Freddie kidding? Gibby was a retard. "What, are you psychic now or something?" He asked incredulously.

"Maybe." Gibby shrugged.

Carly Cocked an eyebrow. "What do you know that we don't?"

Gibby sighed then turned and faced forward.

"I don't get you." Spencer looked at the boy in the passenger seat. "But if you really are a psychic, can you tell me what I will be having for dinner two days from now?"

"Ravioli."

"Ah ha. You're not a psychic, because two days from now I have a date at the groovy smoothie, and they do not serve ravioli."

"Ok Spencer." The chubby boy smugly replied. "You'll see. You all will see."

The mood in the care became awkward, but Spencer quickly broke the tension by turning on the radio. "I hope they play my Jam." He said hopefully.

"And what, exactly, is your Jam?" Freddie asked, trying to feel amused.

"You don't want to know." Carly replied.

…

When they finally reached the camp grounds, night had fallen. Freddie looked out the window and noticed there to be a sky full of stars. He blinked. The city couldn't reveal this kind of beauty.

"Get out of the car." Carly whispered, once Spencer finally parked. They were currently on the side of a deserted highway and about a block away from the actual camp grounds. "Get your bags." The girl said as she pushed the car trunk open. Freddie pulled out a large black bag that was long and shaped like a Lincoln log. It had straps; so he buckled the bag against his body. Carly was subtly reminded of her dad. Freddie's bag was similar to what a soldier would carry.

Gibby pulled out a small book bag. "I only have one outfit." He said. No one replied because it was typical.

"Ok, so here's the deal," Freddie grabbed two flashlights from the trunk, "the last bus arrived about a half an hour ago, so that gives us about fifteen minutes before the last orientation starts. I don't know how heavy the security is beyond the front gates, but we can assume that it's nothing me and the gibster here can't handle." Freddie patted Gibby on the back.

"Ya know, It's kind of hard to take you seriously, especially since you're wearing a skirt."

"Shut up Spencer." Freddie sneered. This caused his long, fake hair to whip the side of his face. It left strands in his mouth. "Gah." He spat. "I'm not going to get used to this." He complained. He quickly snatched a black, ball cap from his bag and pushed it on top of his head. "Alright, let's do this now because I still might change my mind."

…

The walk to the camp ground was fairly quiet. It was obvious everyone was nervous. Freddie felt as if he were going to have a heart attack. Spencer didn't feel good either. He was suppose to be the sensible adult, but somehow he had lost all sense. They reached the front lawn of the camp and stopped a few hundred yards away from the gate. It was being guarded by an officer.

"We're going to have to sneak in from either the back or the side." Spencer rubbed the bottom of his chin.

"I think the side would be best." Gibby chided in.

"How do you know?" Carly challenged the both of them. "You can't really see the camp. It's too dark. For all we know their could be guards on the sides too."

"Well, if there's guards on the sides they'll probably be in the back as well." Spencer responded.

"So what do you suggest that we do?" Gibby crossed his arms over his chest.

Everyone turned to look at Freddie.

"We'll sneak in through the side." The technician quickly answered.

"Why?" Carly immediately asked.

"Well If you look," Freddie pointed, "you'll see that there are two huge posts directly behind the front gate. Each Post is holding three large security lights that rotate a full 360 degrees… That's a circle Gibby…If there are two posts in the front then there are probably two more posts in the back. They'll only go of if an alarm is sounded, but the lights will definitely cover most of the camp ground. If there were to be any lapses of darkness at all, they'd only be appear on the east and west side of the camp."

"You are a smart boy." Spencer grinned and ruffled the top of Freddie's head.

"Please don't do that." The nerd said while swatting the artist's hand away. "We have to go now because orientation starts in less then five minutes." Freddie began moving. "When we reach the gymnasium, I'll uses this orange reflector to signal you and Spencer." He showed them the device. "I'll reflect it three times when we're clear."

"What if we don't see it." Carly started chewing on her fingernails.

"Then me and Gibby have most likely been caught, and thrown into solitary confinement. It will be your duty to come bust us out before they contact my mother. I don't want to attend community college!"

Carly nodded her head. "Right. me and Spencer will definitely save you."

"Good." Freddie said sternly. He grabbed Gibby by the arm. "But don't worry, that's only a worse case scenario."

"Wait," the girl frantically stepped in front of the two boys. "Take this." She said and pulled out a contact case. "You're going to need these."

"Am I really?" Freddie asked skeptically. "Sam doesn't pay attention to the details. She isn't going to recognize me just by my eyes. "

"You never know."

" If you say so." He said while taking the case. "Alright then," He glanced around nervously, "here goes nothing." He said then took off in a dead sprint.

"That's one hunk if a sixteen year old girl." Spencer said proudly as he watched Freddie and Gibby disappear into the darkness.

Carly opened her mouth to say something, but she knew it'd be pointless.

…

Freddie could not see in the dark. He quickly flipped out a small flash light. "Whoah." His voice cracked and he skidded to a stop. He and Gibby were about to run into a large gate. "Stop Gibs." He whispered and held out his arm. The chubby nub ran into it.

"What's going on. I can't see a thing."

The technician directed Gibby forward and made him reach out his hand.

"It's a gate." Gibby stated.

"I should have known the gate wrapped around the whole area. Hang on a second." Freddie turned and opened a small side compartment on his bag.

"What are you doing?"

Freddie didn't answer. He just showed Gibby a pair of wire cutters. "There's probably bobbed wire on the top." He said as he hiked up his skirt. Gibby mimicked his actions and they both started up the tall gate. They quickly reached the top, and Freddie's assumptions were correct. There was bobbed wire. It took him a good minute to cut a wide enough space for he and Gibby to climb over, but it had not been a difficult task to complete. Once he and Gibby dropped over to the other side, a small, tension-filled sigh escaped between his lips. But Freddie didn't feel completely relieved. He wouldn't feel safe until he was inside the gymnasium.

"The orientation has probably already started." He said as he smoothed out his outfit. They needed to get there fast. They ran through the camp grounds, passing some training fields, as well as a cafeteria.

The gymnasium was a large, squared building that had a small dome on the top. Light could be seen shining through the dome and through the windows. Gibby was the first one to spot it. "There's the gym." He panted.

The boys tiptoed forward. Two officers were smoking cigarettes.

"Get down!" Freddie pulled Gibby to the ground.

"What do we do now?" He whispered.

The technician shushed him. "Do you have something I can throw?" He asked.

"Um no."

"This is bad." The nerd scratched the back of his neck. "We really need to get inside before they call our names."

"Let's just walk up to the officers and say we need to get inside."

"No, that's way too suspicious. And just downright stupid." Suddenly Freddie could here the muffled sound of his fake name being called.. "Did you here that?" He panicked.

"They're calling for Flora!" Gibby's eyes widened, and he grabbed Freddie's orange reflector off of his bag,

"What are you doing? We need that." Freddie snapped.

"No, what we need is to get inside of the gymnasium." With that, Gibby turned the reflector on and threw it. The two officers immediately noticed it.

"They're going after it." Freddie watched with a surprised expression.

"Let's Go!" Gibby said hurriedly and sprang to his feet. He pulled Freddie up, and they both ran for the front door.

…

"Spencer it's been ten minutes. I haven't seen an orange reflector yet have you?"

The adult man gulped. "Nope, no I haven't."

"Is this the worst case scenario?" The girl, who had been sitting Indian style on the ground, stood shakily to her feet.

"I would suppose so."

You know what's gonna happen next, right?" Carly slurred as she took deep breaths.

Spencer stood behind her. "I got you little sis."

And with that Carly fainted.