"Dudes, Carly should be coming off right about now!"

"Fresno, here we come, baby!"

"Oh yeah!" Sam started dancing around Freddie and Spencer in the middle of Sea-Tac Airport, which neither of them happened to find strange in any way whatsoever. Carly was finally coming back from New York after causing them two months of separation anxiety, so why shouldn't they randomly dance for the occasion? However, Sam stopped dead in her tracks once they had all realized that every person had boarded off the plane. Spencer shrugged.

"Hm. That's odd, we must have missed her."

"Yeah, that Carls of ours can blend in easy." Sam commented, looking all about. She burst into a fit of giggles once she spotted a young couple making out in the middle of the crowd.

"Look at that hooch swallowing that albino's face." Freddie rolled his eyes and smiled.

"He's not albino, Sam… but they really should stop… it's getting disturbing." All three of them started to shiver. Their make-out session had promoted itself to groping.

"Really disturbing… hey, look. That girl's wearing a Colombia shirt. She must go to school with Carly!" Spencer smiled at the two of them, excited. Sam raised her eyebrows.

"Freaky. I gave Carly that bracelet when we were in sixth grade." Freddie glanced at Sam. She seemed to get the connection as much as Spencer did.

Freddie swallowed hard. He hoped to God that Spencer didn't decide to hit him. "Um, guys?"

"Yeah?"

"That is Carly." Silence. Spencer's smile slid off his face until he started laughing moments later.

"Noooo! Carly wouldn't—she wouldn't!" Sam took a breath and started towards the girl, yanking her apart from the boy.

A horror-stricken Carly shrieked as Spencer shrieked back at her, running towards her and continuing to scream for a good minute. Carly put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.

"Calm down!"

"I won't—you won't—who is this?" Freddie stepped up to join Sam and Spencer. Carly hadn't informed either of them of any boy whatsoever.

The boy looked at the three friends, frightened by their angered expressions. Carly took a breath. "This is Jean-Claude. He's a French exchange student from Colombia… and…"

"And what? You brought him here so you could make a meal out of him in front of the whole airport?"

"Spencer!"

"I—will—kill—you!" Spencer growled at the blonde boy, who hid behind Carly and mumbled a few French words.

"Don't you mumble French!"

"Spencer! I brought him here so that we could all go to Fresno! Together!"

"I am not going if he's going!" Carly rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Then I guess it'll be Freddie, Sam, Jean-Claude and me going alone!"

"Oh no you're not!"

"You can't tell me what to do! I'm eighteen! I'm a college student!"

"And who's paying for your college tuition? Huh?" Carly rolled her eyes.

"No one! I got a full ride!"

"Grr—gawr—argh!" Spencer couldn't seem to express his anger into words and he stepped away.

Carly half-smiled at Freddie and Sam, who did not seem to be amused. Carly frowned as Sam started to zoom in on Jean-Claude, not sure of what she would do.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Sam did not respond as she started to sniff him. She snapped back quickly, a surprised expression on her face. Jean-Claude, however, seemed startled.

"Is she going to eat me?" he asked Carly, wide-eyed.

"You never know." Freddie responded in a sharp voice. Sam shot Jean-Claude a quick glare and stood behind Freddie.

"He doesn't smell like cheese!" Freddie giggled, and Carly rolled her eyes.

"I heard that!" Carly huffed and frowned at her friends.

"Are you guys mad at me?"

"Well, let's see. We were all planning to have a chizzin' time at Fresno—and now that Spencer's not coming, Freddie's wacko mom probably won't let us go." Carly half-smiled.

"Is that all you're mad about?"

"Dude, why didn't you tell us?" Carly shrugged.

"I didn't want you to get upset. I know you hate French people, Sam."

"Oh, great. So you decided to surprise her instead." Freddie rolled his eyes. Sam shrugged. "Well… I don't just hate French people… I hate Canadians, too. I mean, what's with them? They got me all confused with their bacon and their ham!"

"I know, right?" Carly nodded in agreement, trying her best to divert her anger. It often worked with Sam.

"Oh, no you don't! Don't you get her distracted!" Carly cussed under her breath as she recalled a simpler time when Sam and Freddie weren't dating—or living under one roof. Now, they were pretty hard to defeat.

"Wait, did you just curse?" Sam asked, a smile starting to form. Carly laughed nervously.
"I can do it in French now, too!" her voice quivered. Spencer strolled back over to where they stood.

"All right, I'm going to let you choose. It's either me or—" Spencer threw Jean-Claude a look of disgust, "him." Carly raised her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, what am I choosing?"

"Fresno! Either me or him! Choose him and I'm not talking to you!"

"What do you mean—like ever?"

"Not when you're with him!"

"But you don't even know him!"

"He's French! He's got some problem with that perfect hair and that perfect body! I don't trust him and I can see it!"

Jean-Claude nervously approached Spencer, his shoulders low. "I respect your daughter, sir." Spencer, Sam and Freddie all gasped at once. Carly closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh no."

"He doesn't even know I'm your brother? And I am NOT THAT OLD!" Carly took a breath.

"If Spencer didn't come with us to Fresno, would you guys be okay with lying to Mrs. Bensen?" Carly asked in a low voice. Freddie and Sam gaped at her, not knowing how to respond. Lying to Mrs. Bensen? No problem. Sam did that all the time, especially whenever she brought bacon into the house and would pretend not to know where it came from. Carly had just deaded Spencer. That was unheard of.

"Dude!"

"No, Sam. It's okay. I get it. Carly's an adult. She can make her own decisions." Spencer nodded in Carly's direction, picked up his bag and walked out towards the exit.

There was a long, cold silence between the three of them. Jean-Claude, seeming to sense the awkwardness, smiled at the three of them.

"Who is ready for this Fresno?"

Sam stared blankly at him. She wanted to punch him with every inch of her gut, but she held it all in for Carly… for now.