They all climbed over the gate, and came into view with the 'Mountain'. The sign post had made it seem a lot better than it actually was.
"This is Mt. Rose?" Sam said laughing.
"Yep! This is the one!"
"It's more like a hill, if that!" Freddie said.
"For once, the nub makes sense!"
"You know what we should re-name this mountain?" Freddie asked.
"What now?" Carly sighed.
"Mt. Hill!" He said triumphantly. Mrs. Benson looked strangely at her son.
"What are you on about?" She asked.
"Mt. Hill! They lied and said it was a mountain. I and Freddie say that it is a hill. Hence, Mt. Hill!" Sam explained. Her voice droned.
"You two are unbelievable!" Spencer whined. They headed towards the hill, it was very boggy. So it was a good thing they all had Wellingtons on!
"I can't climb that!" Carly complained.
"It's not that big!" Spencer said.
"It is! I seriously don't think I can make it!"
"How about I give you a ride little sis?" Spencer bent down, and Carly jumped onto his back.
"Unbelievable!" Mrs. Benson huffed. Sam turned to Freddie and gave him a sickly sweet smile. She went behind him and walked backwards.
"Sam! No!" But it was too late. Sam had catapulted herself onto his back. Great. Freddie gave a weak smile to his mum. "You could have at least asked!"
"And you would have said yes?" Sam asked with a huge grin on her face.
"No!" Freddie replied. Sam was lighter than he had expected, especially with all the ham, bacon, and fat cakes she ate!
"Oh well, Sam's tiered!" She moaned, laying her head on his shoulder. "And it's all Carly's fault!"
"Why is it my fault?"
"You woke us up!" She groaned.
"Sorry."
"And, my head hurts because a certain someone got me out of bed. Literally!" He whined. As this discussion had been going on, they had not realized that they were now at the top of the hill! When they finally noticed the group had stopped, they looked over and saw a beautiful site. Over the other side of the hill was a small lake. There were small deer and rabbits feeding from it. There were large tree's, bushes, and the meadow was covered in daisies.
"Ok, this is boring me now!" Sam complained.
"Sam! Just look at the sight! Its amazing!" Carly said smiling. She jumped down of Spencer's back and sat down on the grass. Spencer followed. Mrs. Benson however but a mat down before she sat. The grasshoppers might be infectious.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"You gonna get down?" Carly asked for Freddie's sake.
"Nope!"
"Why?" Freddie whined.
"Because, I like it up here! We should do this more often ya nub!" Freddie turned his head and looked at her strangely.
"Do what more often?" He asked.
"Play piggy back! Duh!" Freddie shook his head and turned back around to the view. She was getting kinda heavy up there now. Carly thought they looked so cute together! She got out Spencer's camera (She had forgotten hers!) and took a photo of them. This would be a great shot for her devious plan! (Insert evil laughs here)
"I'm bored!" Sam sighed. She got down off Freddie's back.
"Thank you boredom!" Freddie joked. Sam glared.
"I'm not that heavy! You should be able to take Sam Puckett! You're a strong boy Benson!"
"No, I was not sayin- Wait! Did you just admit I'm strong?"
"Yep! I'm still the strongest of course, but you're not bad for a nub!"
"A nub? My son's not a nub!"
"He is!" Sam argued.
"No he is not! My son is not a nub!"
"Is too!"
"Mum!"
"Yes daring?"
"There is no point in arguing with Sam!"
"And why are you standing up for her?" Mrs. Benson said knowingly. Carly and Spencer glared at her. She shrugged.
"Because... I... Er..."
"Exactly!" Mrs. Benson said contently.
"I'll race ya!" Sam said to no-one in particular.
"At what?" Carly asked.
"Racing down Mt. Hill!" She exclaimed.
"No thank you!" Carly took a step back.
"I will!" Freddie and Spencer exclaimed. Spencer received a glare from Carly. She got out his camera and then he realized she wanted this on video as part of her evil plan.
"I wouldn't even bother Freddork! I'm so gonna win!" She didn't use 'nub' for a reason.
"I wouldn't be so sure!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" He laid on his side, Sam following. Time to race.
"Ready?" Sam asked, a smirk on her face.
"Ready!"
"Go!" They both started down the hill, Carly recording. Mrs. Benson had tried to advise them not to do it, but Spencer held her back. She did not know about the plan, as she told her son EVERYTHING.
They both rolled down the hill, laughing their heads off. Mrs. Benson was getting their lunch ready. She was surprised Sam had not complained yet. She did not really know how to take the news that Freddie might like Sam. She caused him physical and emotional pain, and she had no idea why her son was even 'frenimies' with the girl. She liked Carly. She was a polite, considerate, and very lady-like. Sam? Not so much. But then again, if he was friends with Carly, Sam came as a package deal. She had seen Sam change over the years, in a good way, but she still was not her idea of a girl.
Sam and Freddie had landed at the bottom of the hill, on their backs. They laid next to each other, covered in grass, mud, and anything they picked up along the way. Once they had stopped laughing, they both let out a great sigh.
"I think I won Puckett!"
"Really? Cos momma plays to win. And in that situation, momma won!"
"Well who's further?" They both sat up, and came to the disappointing conclusion that they were in fact both laid at exactly the same point. Typical.
"I think we both won!" Freddie said.
"It's a draw!" Sam said smiling. Freddie was surprised Sam had not found some way to convince him that she had won. Sam was also surprised she had not tried to confuse him. Carly finished recording before they found out. Mrs. Benson had now finished the picnic, so it was ready for when they got up.
"Can we play that game again?" Sam asked sweetly.
"What game?"
"The one I loooove so much."
"Huh?"
"The piggy back game!"
"Sam!" Once again he was too late. Sam had once again catapulted herself onto his back. He huffed.
"Come on then." He slowly made his way up it, this side was a lot steeper than the one they came up the first time. They reached the top and Sam jumped down.
"Food!' She said enthusiastically. There was a blanket, and in the middle was plates full of food. Mrs. Benson sure knew how to make a good lunch.
"So, how did the iCarly go?" Spencer asked once they had all got their food and sat down.
"Great!" The three kids said in unison.
"How did that skit go?"
"What skit?"
"Yanno, the The-Stupid-girl-who-thought-the-guy-she-had-a-crush-on-was-her-pet-rabbit-
in-disguise one?" Spencer answered.
"Oh, that one!" Carly smiled. They had known what he was talking about; they just wanted to hear him say the extra-long name.
"It was good." Sam replied plainly.
"Were you the boy?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah." She replied. "Don't you usually watch it?"
"Yeah, but I didn't last night."
"Why?" Carly asked.
"I was too busy making tea!"
"Oh yeah!" said Carly.
"So what did you wear as your costumes?"
"I had a blond wig!" Carly replied.
"And I wore Fredlame's coat, a fake moustache and a wig!"
"And then you would not take it off!" Freddie complained.
"Momma was cold!" Just then Carly realized. Sam had smelled the coat, snuggling into it. This could only mean one thing... She liked the scent! Randy Jackson cologne! She liked Freddie's scent! Holy chiz this is great! Ok, I'm starting to sound like Sam…
"So, how's the plan going sis?" Spencer asked.
"Great! I a load of clips and photos!"
"But you can never have too much Seddie of cause!"
"True dat!"
"What you guys talking about?" Sam asked, suddenly appearing.
"Nothing!" Carly said defensively. "Where's Freddie?" She asked, changing the subject.
"I don't know." Sam said casually.
"I thought you were with him?"
"Yeah, I was."
"Where is he?"
"I dunno! I ditched him in the forest somewhere."
"Sam!"
"What? Chill! He's a big boy now; he can find his own way out!" She mocked.
"Have any of you three seen my Freddie?" Mrs. Benson asked, also suddenly appearing.
"Nope!" Sam said.
"I thought you were with him!"
"She ditched him in the forest!" Spencer said, cutting to the chase.
"Yeah, near WATER!" Sam teased. She left him near water? Mrs. Benson thought. This was not very nice! This is not the way you treat the person you like? Then again, sometimes people don't actually know they like each other, they're too blind to see it. I wonder if Sam actually knows? I wonder if Freddie knows? This is confusing!
The four of them went to look for a ditched Freddie. Though he would probably find his own way, they did not actually know what else to do!
"I still can't believe you just left me!" Freddie complained to Sam. They were now in the car on the way to the hotel. They all had taken their wellies off, as they were covered in mud. Mrs. Benson wasn't too happy about the mud in her car, it could have poison spiders in, that ate you nose. Well, you never know!
"Well, believe it Benson. You're not in a dream!"
"Yeah, I know that. You're here."
"It could be a nightmare?" Sam asked in a questioning voice.
"True point!" Freddie said.
"So, what's been you're favorite part of the holiday so far Sam?" Spencer asked after a minute of silence.
"THE PICNICS!" She blurted out. Freddie laughed, and everyone else just rolled their eyes.
"Ok... Freddie?" Freddie thought for a moment.
"Today. I've really had a good time today!" He smiled at Sam but she didn't notice. Carly did though, and smiled. Maybe Freddie really did like Sam.
"So we're going out again tonight?" Mrs. Benson asked.
"Yep! I think we deserve it after all our climbing today!" Spencer said happily.
"Well, some of us climbed. Others took advantage of their 'piggy' then ditched them!" Freddie said, glaring at Sam.
"Get over it nub- I mean... get over it Freddork!" Sam said quickly, correcting. Freddie thought for a moment. Why did Sam correct herself? He knew his mum didn't like it, but Sam likes to annoy her! Then again, Sam had been acting nice around hid mum. Wait- she wasn't trying to impress her was she? Trying to make herself look good? No! Why would she do that?
Carly noticed her self-correction too. Very un-Sam like. Strange.
"Anyway, we're going to another restraint. I chose it this time and it is called Pebleds!" Spencer continued excitedly.
"We going straight away?" Carly asked.
"No, I made reservations for six o'clock. It's only five." Spencer explained.