Sam's Journal. 2

Sam's P.O.V

Clive, my good man.

I haven't written in ages, like... three weeks? I dunno.

Anyway.

Today was the bomb, THE B.O.M.B! Like BAM momma did good ;) let me explain further.

Well as I am sure you remember, I gots me a hammock in my backyard! And I invited nubkins and Carly round for a BBQ (well actually Melanie did...yeah she's back for summer break eehyeck!).

Carly and Melanie insisted on having salads, but I don't need no leafs when momma got meat! And Frederly was acting all mister man and said he'll pass. Pfft. So yeah they went inside and made some salads, leaving me with the dork.

As I recall he decided it was funny to sneak up behind me (whilst I was half asleep in my hammock) and snatch away my pearpod. WHICH WASNT FUNNY!

I got up and screamed "DUDE GIVE ME MY TUNES...OR ELSE" A look of fear hit him but then he thought he was better than me and waggled his stupidly annoying eyebrows in a sorta cute fashion and told me if I wanted it, to come get it. Bad move dude bad move.

As you can probably tell Clive, I was pretty pissed at him.

I lurched forward at him, straddling him to the ground. You should have seen the look on his face. First there was shock, then compassion, admiration? And then (when I thumped him) anger. He pushed me off from on top of him and glared at me.

Ha-ha BUT I hadn't only gotten my pearpod back, I also snatched his pearphone! And momma had a plan.

I dangled the phone before him, checking his pockets he realised that the phone belonged to him. His eyebrows furrowed and met in the middle as he reached out for the phone and failed as I pulled it out of his reach. I told him if the baby wanted his little gadget back he'd have to catch me first.

He had no reason to believe he could not catch me. He is stronger now ( I know Clive, shocker :O) and can overpower me...SOMETIMES! He darted towards me, determination on his face. I skidded towards the hammock and leaped over it. Fredlumps wasn't as graceful as me. He ran straight into it and got tangled up in the net-like material.

I grabbed the garden hose and tied him in place. He protested about how crazy I am and how un-called for this was. He wouldn't shut up!

Soo... I kinda kissed him.

But don't think I'm crazy Clive!

I just bent down and pecked him quickly on the lips (like three seconds) when he didn't expect it. And sure enough it shut him up. He went into sleep mood, and just lay, tied onto the twisted hammock in a daydream kind-of daze.

Carly and Melanie came back into the yard with their Salads and raised their eyebrows at the tied up dork. But did not say a thing.

Soon enough I had my meat, my tunes and Freddork was still trapped (with a goofy smile on his face?).

Momma was happy.

Buh-bye Clive :D