Sam's POV:

"Sam, Sammy. Wake up."

Eugh ignore the whispers and they'll go away I think as I bury myself deeper into the covers.

"SAM GET YOUR GOD DAMN BUT OUT OF BED."

Or they'll just turn into screams.

"The only way I'm getting up is if…"

"Yeah yeah yeah there's bacon in the kitchen." Carly cuts me off. She knows me so well.

I plod out of bed and slip a hoodie on my shoulders to get rid of those cold chills you get first thing in the morning.

"Morning Spence." I greet my sort of brother as he pokes around with a gooey blob on a frying pan.

"Morning Sam." He grumbles back not really paying attention.

"What are you trying to do?" I question chewing on my, very well made, bacon and eggs.

"I'm trying to make pancakes but I have no blooming idea how they-" A few spits of fire jump out of the pan.

"Spencer Stop! Just stop making them before you end up making a fire so big the RV burns down." Carly demands.

"But I wanted Pancakes." Spencer pouts turning off the gas.

"I'll make you some just sit down." Carly negotiates.

Spencer fist pumps and runs to sit in the stool next to me his red robe flying behind him. I chuckle hes such a kid.

An hour later we've had breakfast and are dressed. But where's Freddie? Its been bugging me all morning. Perhaps he regrets our text conversation or our outside conversation or all of our conversations. Or maybe it was all a big joke but he realized I actually like him so now he feels bad, aw he feels bad. No not the time to fawn over him Sam. Freddie walks in all dressed in a Purple polo with thin black stripes and jeans with black non- hightop converse. Okay Sam look at his body language when he's around you, this moment could either make me or break me.

"Morning all." Freddie says,

"Nice top Sam." He winks at me. I look down and check my crop top and high waisted shorts. But the crop top isn't too short I'm not that type of girl its just short enough so you can see my belly button and the shorts are high enough so you can also just see my belly button.

I smile at him in gratitude.

"Were matching I guess were a pair today, all good things match." He smirks at me.

Yep were good.