"Hit me baby one more time!" Spencer who was now driving sang a high pitch verse of Brittney Spear's song Baby One More Time.

Brad who was in the passenger seat was doing weird dance moves practically falling out of the seat, "Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know?" The good-looking boy gave an intense look.

Gibby was doing the robot and adding effect by empathizing some words. While the three boys were doing that Freddie was blankly staring at them.

"Come on Fredo! Join in!" Spencer yelled over the music. At first Freddie shook his head but then he chuckled and quickly joined in "I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now, don't you know I still believe? That you will be here and give me a sign!"

Then all at the same time, the four boys sang the next line at the top of their lungs, "HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!"

When the song was finally over the guys sat there laughing and having a good time. Then Spencer turned serious and looked at everyone in the car, "This stays in the car, got it?" They all immediately agreed.

After a couple of minutes of silence Brad bursted out laughing. The guys looked at him weirdly.

"Who tickled the cat, Brad?" Gibby asked from the back. Freddie gave Gibby a confused look by his metaphor but turned his attention back to Brad.

"I was just thinking what if I never signed up for the intern job, yeah know? Like, where would I be now today?"

"Making fudge with your grandma talking about bingo." Spencer said.

Brad nodded his head in agreement, "Exactly. I'm just really glad I met all of you… even though you did at first choose Cort instead of me." Brad gave Freddie a dark glare.

Freddie put up his hands, "Hey now, I wanted you! It was Sam and Carly who wanted that hobnocker!"

Spencer gasped, "Freddie! Language!"

"What does a hobnocker mean?" Gibby asked.

"Yeah I guess… but remember that incident where you all thought Sam was in love with me?" Brad commented.

A smile crept up on Freddie, "But really she was with me."

"While you were all having your teenage angst I was in the sensory stimulus chamber for hours getting sprayed with questionable stuff and blared horrible music!" Spencer yelled.

"What's a hobnocker?" Gibby asked again.

"You did put her in a mental hospital." Brad turned around in his seat to face Freddie.

"That's not my fault! She was being over dramatic about it." Freddie still had a smile on his face.

"Help us with our science project they said. It'll be fun they said." Spencer mumbled to himself.

"Is a hobnocker like a fruit? Like, the cousin of a mango?"

"In all it worked out though, I mean kissing her on live webcasting was probably the manliest thing you ever have done." Brad laughed.

"I snuck out one time!" Freddie said insulted.

"Until you saw a hobo and ran back in!"

Freddie crossed his arms, "I still snuck out…"

"No offense Freddie but after everything, the fights, arguments, breaking up, pear store, the restraint thing, why do you want her back?" Spencer asked after forgetting about the lock-in.

Freddie was quiet at first then looked away from everyone, "The fights, the N.E.R.D camp incident, the ham in my pants thing, the Gibby love song, sharing our 'I love you' moment, everything, it was the most happiest I ever been."

Everyone was silent.

Freddie looked up and realized how if he can't stop this wedding, how will he move on without his meat loving blonde demon?

"Oh! I get it now! A hobnocker is the brother of a strawberry!"

….

"Did you really have to fight that poor flight attendant and threat her to beat her with your butter sock?" Carly looked at her blonde best friend who was eating a bag of chips.

"Hey," Sam said with her mouth full, "she wouldn't give me a refill! I mean we're in first class seats! We should have respect!"

"You had ten refills!"

Sam looked away and mumbled, "Doesn't mean my quench of thirst won't go away…"

The two girls were almost to New York. They were about to land in about ten minutes or so. Carly though, on the whole plane ride had questions on her mind that she wanted to ask Sam but didn't know when or how.

"So…" Carly looked at her Cosmo magazine in front of her avoiding Sam's eye contact, "why-why Jonah?" The brunette spit out.

Quickly Sam responded in, "Because he's change."

Carly set down in magazine and looked at Sam in disbelief.

"He has! I mean, when we went on the date it went really well. He only got arrested five times since high school; he-he said I reminded him of a beautiful poodle-"

"Okay, okay I get it… it still amazes me how his mom married a billionaire."

"Right? When he took me to meet his family on our first anniversary and I saw their house I about peed myself. It's crazy how he works for his step-dad and co-owns about five casino's being only twenty one." Sam shook her head in disbelief.

Carly took a minute or two until she finally said it, "Now what's the real exact reason you chose Jonah. Because of the money?"

Sam snapped her head, "Of course not! I'm not like that Carls! I didn't even know until a year into our relationship!"

Carly put her hands up, "Okay-okay. I know you're not like that Sam I'm just making sure."

"Well you shouldn't even ask that sort of thing." Sam took a loud crunch of her chips.

"Then why? Because he knows how to make a murder scene look like an accident which no offense is still pretty creepy. I mean when he explained how he can to it to Freddie and I was freaked out of my mind!"

Sam nodded, "I know! How cool is that?! All you have to do is make sure the body in lined up-"

"We're not talking about that right now Sam!" Carly interrupted the blonde.

Sam sighed out of frustrated, "What do you want me to say?"

"Why Jonah!"

Sam looked out the window of the plane finally seeing the New York buildings, "Because," she said very darkly, "Jonah's abnormal. Abnormal people should be with other abnormal people."

Carly was confused by Sam's statement but thought better to just drop it.

"Please buckle up everybody. We are about to land in New York in three minutes. Thank you again for picking Schneider's Flights and I hope to see all you lovely people again." The pilot's voice said over the speakers. Sam buckled up as did Carly and they both sat back waiting.

"Are you sad that Freddie isn't coming?" Carly randomly asked.

Sam took a long breath but finally responded, "His lost."

She then took a viscous bite of her chips and stared out the window getting ready to land.