Ok, this whole story (well, maybe excluding a few chapters) is written in Carly's point of view. I don't usually write for anything besides Maximum Ride, so let's see how it'll turn out.

"Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself, stop that now, cos you and I were never meant to be, I think you better leave; it's not safe in here, I feel a weakness coming on..." Sang my alarm clock. I groaned and shoved the pillow tighter around my head.

"Your clock needs to shut up." Sam mumbled from deep inside her sleeping bag.

"Then turn it off." I answered, looking at it. 6:30 am, it read. I sighed again, not ready to face people this early in the morning.

Sam threw her scooby-doo pillow across the room, hitting the clock square on the 'snooze' button. I lay there for a second, thinking about how awesome I thought this summer would be, until I heard Spencer's voice shout from downstairs.

"Sam-aaamy!! Car-lllay!!" He sang, his off tone voice rattling my eardrums. "Hurry up-aaay!!"

I sat up, and untangled myself from my pink paisley sheets. "Get up, Sam." I tossed the pillow that murdered the clock on her head. "We leave for the airport in like...20 minutes."

"Buaskrgi." Sam grumbled from inside her comforter-cocoon.

"Huh?"

"I'm up. Toss me that comb, would ya?" Sam expertly put her hair up in that signature half-up half-down hair style.

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"Freddie!" I pounded on his door.

"Fredward-di-erd!" Sam accompanied me, kicking the wall.

"In a sec!" Freddie's voice came stifled from inside the room, and I could hear his mom crying in the back ground. In less than a second, Freddie appeared, his cheeks smothered in red lipstick.

"No!" Wailed his mother. "At least let me have two minutes before you tear my son away from me! Freddie! What am I going to do without you?!"

"I'll be back before you know it. Bye, mom!" Freddie rolled his eyes and shut the door.

"What? Your mom's gonna miss her precious little daughter to much?" Sam's eyes were alight with fresh insults. Freddie glared at her, then turned to me.

"When does our plane for Florida leave?" He asked, desperate to get away from Sam.

"Um..couple hours. So we better get going." I tugged my suitcase along behind me, heading down for the lobby.

"Hey you guys! I got us a cab right in front! Load up your bags and junk and I'll be down in a minute." Spencer said, bounding back up the stairs. "I forgot something!"

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I loaded up our luggage in the trunk of the taxi. It was a long drive down to the airport, so I grabbed my ipod out of my purse and shut the trunk door. "Everybody in!" I said, ushering my friends into the car.

We all sat in the back, Freddie on one side, Sam in the middle, and me on the other side. Spencer sat up next to the cab driver, who to my dislike, smelled vaguely of moldy cheese and very strong aftershave.

"I got presents for you guys. It's like, a last-summer-before-high-school present. No need to thank me." Spencer smiled wildly and handed us the gifts.

"Digital cameras? No way!" Sam yelled, snapping a picture of Spencer's insanely glad face.

"I love it! Thank you so much, Spence!" I kissed his forehead. "But how did you get the money..."

"Dad. He said you guys deserved it. I even had them customized for you..." He pointed to the front of the camera.

Mine was silver, Sam's was blue, and Freddie's was black. The whole ride there we shot pictures of each other, and then I noticed Sam's eyes were fluttering closed. Her head fell onto Freddie's shoulder, and she started snoring lightly. I looked up at Freddie, half expecting him to groan in disgust and push her head off. But he just sat there, smiling down on her, and patted her hair. I turned the flash off, so it wouldn't make a noise, and clicked the "take picture" button. I knew Sam would kill me for it, but I just couldn't resist. This was the start of an amazing summer.