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Carly folded her arms and leaned back against the side of the building.

"Enough!" she yelled.

Sam and Freddie both turned their heads, seeming to have forgotten she was even there. Carly had been listening to the two of them arguing for at least the last half hour, and she was tired of it. They should have been on the road by now, but Spencer was taking a god awful amount of time packing his art supplies, so they were stuck waiting outside Bushwell Plaza.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, her two best friends would not stop yelling at each other.

"Why is he coming again?" asked Sam, who looked just about ready to punch Freddie in the face.

"Because he's our friend, and we don't want to just abandon him here while we go on vacation," replied Carly.

"Yeah," said Freddie confidently, but immediately backed up when Sam shot him an icy glare.

"Come on you guys," Carly reasoned, "Can't you just try to get along for our Vacation?"

They both glanced at each other.

"I don't think so," They said in unison.

"OK, this is ridiculous! You guys are going to at least try to get along, or we're not going at all!" shouted Carly.

Freddie shifted his gaze to the fiery blonde, and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine," said Sam.

"Shake on it." Carly said in a firm tone, because she knew they weren't going to listen any other way.

They both turned to face one another, and Freddie held out his hand.

Sam took it, but made sure Carly could see her crossing her fingers behind her back.

Carly sighed. This was going to be a long week she thought.