Damn.
Just when I thought that nothing else could ruin my vacation.
Spring break was supposed to be fun. I was going to relax, eat, hang out with Carly, eat…
Oh, and Freddie had gotten two plane tickets to go to Australia with his mom. I wouldn't have thought she would ever let him go, but I didn't care. A few weeks without him would be awesome.
But then Carly got the flu.
And five days before the vacation, to.
She was puking all over my break, and there was no way to make her stop.
I begged her (and every god in the known universe) to get better.
Only five days until break, my best friend had the flu, the thousands of millions of def deities wouldn't listen to my pleas, and I wouldn't have anything to do for the weeks ahead.
I was making my way to Carly's one day after school, and in the hallway, Freddork came up to me.
"Hey, Sam?"
"What?"
Well… I know you don't have anything planned for the break now that Carly's sick… and, um, my mom is taking care of her, so…"
"Spit it out Benson!"
"Well…" he pulled out two plane tickets from his back pocket, and smiled hopefully.
"I have two tickets. I was wondering if you wanted to come to Australia with me?"
To say the very least, I was shocked.
Nobodies ever offered me something like this. And Australia? With the Great Barrier reef and all that awesome stuff, how could I say no?
I took the ticket.
He said we left in the morning, and told me that I should pack all my stuff.
Hell, miss the last few days of school and go down under?
Even if it was with the nub, I'd survive.
And even the fact that it was with Freddie wasn't to bad either.
