As I folded the last of my clothes and zipped my suitcase up, my cell phone rang. Carly told me that her, Spencer, and Freddie were outside waiting for me. I put on my backpack, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door, snatching a box of Fat Cakes on my way out. They were in a taxi, all squashed in the back seat. Freddie opened the door for me and I tossed my bags onto his lap.

"You were supposed to put your stuff in the trunk," Spencer stared at me blankly, "but I guess Freddie can be a trunk if you want him to."

I sat next to him, and closed the door. I was absolutely exhausted. I had stayed up all night trying to convince my drunk mother to let me come on this stupid vacation. Spencer decided it would be a ton of fun if he took us to some cabin one of Socko's relatives was letting him rent for a week. 7 days stuck in a house with Freddie?

Part of me was overjoyed - but I didn't want to show it. It would be fun, maybe. I could mess with him and watch him sleep. But then again, I didn't want him, or Carly, to know that his now muscular body and increasingly deep voice were winning me over, and had been for a while now. I was good at keeping my composure.

The small talk on the way to the airport didn't interest me. I leaned against the passenger seat which was directly in front of me and closed my eyes. I felt Freddie's hand slip onto my box of Fat Cakes.

"Don't even think about stealing my Fat Cakes," I snapped, grabbing onto his wrist, "Benson, I will be watching you all week."

"Damn, Sam, I thought you were asleep. I was just gonna move your things so you could be more comfortable." He smirked, trying to seem all innocent. He wasn't fooling me. He wanted my food. No one takes my food. Ever.

My eyes flickered shut, then open, then shut again. I'd never had such a hard time staying awake. The taxi driver was helping though, he kept stopping short and making abrupt, fast turns. I could have enjoyed the ride, pretending to be in a race car or something, but I didn't have any energy.

Carly was enjoying it though. She was acting like she was drunk or something. She kept giggling and screeching with delight when the car sped up. Sometimes her perky little personality drove me crazy. Every day I was becoming more annoyed with the world, and she just managed to find something good in every bit of life - even me. Not many people could stand me anymore, except her and Freddie.

Somehow, somehow I didn't scare him off yet.

We got to the airport, and Freddie noticed that I was half asleep. He shook me gently to ensure I was awake, then reached over me to open the door. I stepped out, put my backpack on, and reached for my suitcase.

"I got it." He lifted it and got out of the taxi. He walked to the trunk, and took out his suitcase, then handed Carly hers. Spencer got his, and we all started walking into the airport. I just followed them, not paying much attention to things. I got yelled at for eating while in the security line, but that's about the only thing interesting that happened.

The only thing I had to entertain myself during the flight was the view out the window, a sketch pad, and Freddie sitting next to me. I waited until the plane took off to open it.

The first few drawings were dumb, little doodles. Then I saw the picture I drew of me and Jonah. I flipped past it quickly. Those were from when I was just starting out. I began to draw more realistic lately, even a few sketches of Freddie I did from memory (which I flipped past even quicker, so he wouldn't see), one of myself, and one of Frothy, my cat.

"You drew that?" Freddie asked, pointing. "That's really, really good."

"Thanks."

"I didn't know you drew." He shifted in his seat so he could look at me better. I got uncomfortable.

"You've seen my drawings on my notes and books," I chuckled.

"Yeah, but they weren't as detailed as this… Hey! Draw me something. Right now." He reached into my backpack and handed me my pencil.

"Um…" I glanced from the pencil to him, then flipped to a blank page. "If I draw you, the pad will probably burst into flames from your ugliness."

"You don't have to draw me. Draw whatever you'd like." He shrugged, "Let me see you in action."

I peered out the window, but there was nothing but clouds by now. I looked over to Freddie again. I had never drawn him without needing to use my imagination to fill in what I couldn't remember.

"Go on your laptop. Act natural." I pointed at his laptop, sitting closed on his lap. He opened it and went on to check ratings and stuff. His profile was so flawless. I started to draw him.

The basic shape of his face was simple, but as I got more into the drawing, I wanted to get everything right. Every shadow and every imperfection of his face needed to be there. His lips were the hardest to do, because they were my favorite part of his face. I felt awkward staring at him, feeling like if Carly were to look over at us from across the aisle, she would see it in my eyes how much I liked him.

I got lost in the drawing. I always felt so at peace while I drew, but no one ever saw me like this. Normally I'd be ripping on Freddie so bad, sleeping, or eating. But instead, I was sitting there, drawing him, completely vulnerable to the outside. I finished, filling in the color of a tiny beauty mark near his hairline.

I stared at the drawing. It was perfect, completely flawless. I was ashamed, though. So embarrassed.

"I'm done," I mumbled.

He looked over. I saw his eyes get wide. He stared at me, speechless, then took the pad from me. "Sam, you're amazing."

"You don't gotta say that." I laughed, "You can tell me the truth."

"Have you ever shown Spencer your drawings?" He waved to Spencer across the aisle, then held up the pad to show him. This was gonna be a long week, as everyone now knew that I liked to draw.

"Sam, you're like better than me!" Spencer put his arm around me as we left the airport and got into another taxi, "We could be a team, me and you, The Artists of Seattle!"

"Heh," I felt my cheeks getting hot. "Totally."

"You can sketch everything we see this week, and then when we get home, I can sculpt it all!"

That was all he talked about the entire ride to the cabin. Then when we got there, all Carly talked about was how much she hated the bugs. Then Spencer started to get mad because she wouldn't let him kill that fly that one day. Then Freddie got mad because there was no wi-fi. Then Carly got mad because there were no outlets for her to plug in her blow dryer. Then Spencer got mad because we were unappreciative for the outdoors.

Spencer took me aside to tell me that the refrigerator ran on gas and that I shouldn't be worried. It made me smile, but as soon as he stepped back near Carly and Freddie, all hell broke loose. I just stared at them. I looked around the room. There was a big couch, a table in front of it, a rug, a fireplace, 3 doors to 3 bedrooms, a door to a bathroom, then the fridge, a gas stove, and a table with chairs. There were no walls to separate the 'living room' area from the 'kitchen' area.

I picked up my bags, went into one of the bedrooms, and fell asleep.