Well, here I am with another story. I had this idea in my head for awhile, and I hope no one else has done it before. If they have, I apologize.

Anywho, I hope you like it! :D

1:00 AM

Freddie was in his room, updating his blog on . It was mid-July, the summer before his Senior year of high school. He knew that the coming school year was going to be stressful. He'd have to keep his grades up so that all the colleges he applied to would still want him. Then his mom would be doing a full background check on every school. He also had to think of Sam and Carly.

They all wanted to go to school near each other, but they really wanted to go to the same school. So Freddie had to limit his choices to where Carly wanted to go, and to where Sam was able to go.

Sam. Freddie had been waiting for that girl to call him for a good half hour. All summer she had been calling him around twelve-thirty to relieve her boredom. And though he would never tell her, it relieved his boredom too. Carly enjoyed her sleep, so he couldn't hang out with her at this hour. In fact, the only time he was at the Shay place at this time of night was when Sam was over.

Finally, Sam called.

"Hey, Sam," Freddie said when he answered.

"Yo, Fredlumps. Listen. Me and the Gibster are heading over right now."

"What are you doing with Gibby?" Freddie wanted to know. Why would she be out with Gibby so late at night?

"You'll find out when we get there. Now, before I hang up, I have a mission for you."

"What?"

"You have to wake up Carly."

"Why me?" Carly can get very mean when someone wakes her up. She's almost as bad as Sam.

"Because I have to deal with a crying Gibby."

"Gibby's crying? Is he OK? Did he get hurt?"

"Freddie, just shut up and do as I say. We'll handle it when I get there." She hung up.

Freddie sighed. He really wasn't looking forward to waking the bear.

...

Carly was woken from a wonderful dream by someone knocking on her door.

"Go away, Spencer!" she yelled.

"It's not Spencer."

Carly sat up. "How'd you get in my place, Freddie?"

"You and Spencer never lock the door. Now will you let me in or not?"

Carly reluctantly got out of her bed. She walked to her door and unlocked it. "Come in," she said to her friend icily.

Freddie walked in cautiously. "Sam commanded me to wake you up."

Of course, Carly thought. These days all Sam had to do was say jump, and Freddie would do it. Carly knew what was going on. Freddie had developed a little crush on Sam. It all had started when Freddie began tutoring Sam at the beginning of their Junior year-Carly wanted Sam to pass her SATs, and not fail any classes so they could maybe go to the same college. Carly began to notice that Freddie had started to look at Sam differently. It was kind of a look of adoration. She also noticed how much Freddie had hated the two guys Sam dated during the school year. And they were really nice guys. There was no reason to hate them. Unless jealousy was involved.

"Why does Sam want me awake?" Carly asked.

"Because she and Gibby are coming over."

"Why?"

"I don't know. She only told me that Gibby's crying."

"Oh no! What happened?"

"I already told you that I don't know."

Carly's phone pinged. It was a text from Sam.

"Sam and Gibby are on their way up," she informed Freddie.

"OK. Let's go downstairs and wait."

Freddie left without bothering to see if Carly followed.

Carly shook her head. She didn't want to deal with Sam's shenanigans, but Gibby was upset so it might be worth it.

...

Sam and Gibby walked into the Shay apartment.

Sam saw that Freddie seemed to perk up a little at her presence. She suppressed a smile. It felt good knowing that her being around had a positive effect on Freddie.

"What's so important that I had to get out of bed?" Carly asked.

Sam handed her best friend some coffee. "Right now, people, we are in hour one."

Carly took a sip of her coffee. "Hour one of what?"

"Of Mission Cheer Gibby Up."

"What's wrong, Gibby?" Carly asked with a lot of concern.

Gibby groaned and sat on the chair while Sam took a seat next to Freddie on the couch.

"Did you get me coffee?" Freddie asked Sam.

"Why would I do that?"

"You got Carly some."

"Yeah. Because I didn't want to get stabbed for disturbing her slumber."

"What makes you think I wasn't sleeping?"

"You're always awake at this hour, Frederly."

"Guys!" Carly yelled. "Can we please discuss why Gibby's so upset?"

"He and Tasha broke up," Sam said.

"Aw. She dumped you, Gibby?" Freddie asked.

Sam shook her head. "He dumped her."

"What? Why'd you do that?" Freddie questioned. "She's so hot."

Sam felt a quick pain in her chest at that statement. She quickly brushed it off though. She didn't want to believe it meant anything.

"Tasha was just too clingy," Gibby said. "I couldn't take it anymore."

"Why are you so upset if you did the dumping?" Carly asked.

"She was so sad about it. You should've seen her face."

"I found him on the street an hour ago, walking like a zombie," Sam told her friends.

"Sam! What were you doing out so late?" Carly asked.

"I was coming over here to mess with Freddie."

"I was wondering why you hadn't called at your usual time," Freddie said.

"Why? You were upset you didn't hear from me?"

Freddie let out a fake laugh. "No. More like relieved."

"Uh-huh. Anyway, I figured we should do something to cheer Gibby up."

"How do you propose we do that?" Freddie asked.

"We make a list."

"Of what?"

"Of fun chiz to do."

"'Fun chiz?'" Carly asked.

Sam nodded. "Yup. All four of us will make up this list, then we'll do all that stuff."

"I feel like there's a catch," Gibby said.

"Well, duh. This list has to have things on it that most of us wouldn't really want to do."

"That's stupid," Freddie said. "Why would we agree to do things we don't want to do?"

Sam smacked the back of Freddie's head. "Because it'll be an adventure. And it'll take Gibby's mind off of things."

"What kind of stuff will we be doing?" Carly asked.

"The four of us will decide. If there's something more than one person doesn't want to do, we don't put it on the list."

Carly thought that over. "That seems pretty fair."

"Sam," Freddie said, "how long has this idea been floating around in your head?"

Sam couldn't help but be happy about the fact that Freddie knew her so well. "A while now. Oh. We have to complete all the activities on the list by one in the morning."

"Why?" Gibby asked.

"Because it's exactly twenty-four hours after I put this plan into action. So who's ready to compile this list?"

...

Gibby couldn't decide whether or not to be touched by what Sam was doing. On one hand, she was doing it to take Gibby's mind off of hurting Tasha. On the other, this was something Sam had wanted to do for a long time.

"So what should we write down first?" Carly asked as she opened a notebook.

"I've got lots of ideas," Sam said.

"We'll save those for last," Freddie told Sam.

Gibby chuckled to himself while Sam and Freddie got into a heated argument. He always felt the two would make an interesting couple, and he had been waiting years for it to finally happen. Gibby figured it would probably happen soon.

"SHUT UP!" Carly yelled. "Why don't we let Gibby decide first?"

Gibby's heart almost melted at Carly's smile. He'd never admit it, but Carly was part of the reason why he broke up with Tasha. He had started to grow very, very fond of Carly. And she starred in a few too many of his daydreams lately.

"No. You go first," he told Carly.

"Well, I've always wanted to get into a club without waiting in line."

"Boring," Sam said.

Freddie pushed her. "Good one, Carly. But I feel it should be a twenty-one and over club."

"Good one, Frednub," Sam said while she pat his head. "Put fake IDs on the list too."

Carly wrote it down. "Gibby?"

"Um. Deface public property?"

"Good one, Gib," Sam said.

"I've always wanted to TP someone's house," Freddie said.

"That's so much fun," Sam happily said. "Put that down too, Carls. And I've always wanted to steal a street sign."

"Wait. We'd all have to steal a sign?" Carly asked.

"Yup."

Carly looked at Freddie, then at Gibby. It was obvious she wanted one of them to disagree with it too. Neither did, so she sighed and added it to the list.

"Can we include things we're afraid and embarrassed of wanted to do?" Freddie asked Sam.

"Shoosh yeah. Name it."

"I've always wanted to know what a strip club was like..."

Sam laughed. "Alrighty then, Fredperv. Put it on the list, Carly!"

Gibby was surprised to see that Carly wasn't bothered by that idea.

"I've always wondered what shop lifting is like," Gibby said.

"I really don't like stealing, guys," Carly said. "I'm the only one, aren't I?"

Her friends all nodded at her.

"Fine. I'll put it on the stupid list."

"Then we gotta do a dine and dash," Sam said. "After eating at a fancy restaurant."

Freddie said, "We should all get tattoos."

"Make out with a perfect stranger," Carly suggested. "And skinny dip!"

"What? NO!" Sam said.

"You got a problem with people seeing you naked, Puckett?" Freddie asked.

"That, and I don't want to see you and the other nub nude."

"Sorry, Sam," Carly said. "Only one person has a problem with it, so it goes on the list."

"I have the perfect place to do that," Gibby said. "My grandpa's cabin. There's a lake in the back and it's completely secluded."

"Sweet," Freddie said. "That can be our goal. We'll end there, and do all the things on the list on our way."

Gibby saw a spark go off in Carly mind.

"OK. I've got one last thing," Carly said. "Each one of us has to confess something to someone after we do the last thing on the list."

"You mean after skinny dipping?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. And it has to be a confession that you are terrified of confessing."

"Why would we do that?" Sam wanted to know.

"It fits the theme of the list. And I feel like it'll be the perfect way to end our little adventure."

Sam, Gibby, and Freddie looked a little reluctant. They weren't sure if they were ready to make some deep and terrifying confessions. But each knew they were already pushing themselves to do things they feared doing by agreeing to Sam's list. So they agreed to the confessions, and decided to not dwell on it until it was confession time.

Well, I hope this was good. I'll be happy to hear how you feel. :)