Nub won't answer the door. I can hear them rushing around inside, but neither will answer the freaking door! You'd think I'd be the late one! Urg.
Finally, after half banging the door down, Crazy answers. "Sorry. We can't find the Sea Salt allergy ointment."
Of course.
"Who's allergic to Sea Salt?"
"You might be, Freddie could be, or even me!" Mrs Benson replied. "Allergies can pop up anywhere!"
"But we know we're not!"
"ANYWHERE." Creepy.
"Right." I say.
"We ready to go?" Asks Frednerd, popping up behind his mother.
"NO!" Mrs B panicked. "We still haven't found the ointment!"
"Why don't we buy some when we're there?" Freddie said gently. Sometimes I do feel sorry for that boy.
"But what if they don't sell it!"
"I'm sure they will mum. Now, why don't you go and set up the car, and me and Sam will carry the things down?"
"Okay. Don't hurt yourselves!" Crazy walked down the hallway, to the stairs. I turn to the dork.
Hmmm… I can't be bothered to walk. But he can. And he said that he and I would carry the things down. He said himself first. SO, if he's so eager then he wouldn't mind carrying the entire luggage, including me?
"Sam!"
"What?"
"Why are you on my back?"
"You're carrying me to the car."
"You need to help me carry the luggage!"
"There's no law stating that!"
"I know, but it would be kind and considerate of you!"
"When have I ever been those things?"
"When we-" Don't. You. Dare.
"Don't. Just carry me."
"Fine."
The dork is unbelievably soft. Not that I'd tell him that. 'Cos I think being called 'soft' might be a form of complement. And I do not just go and give complements out. People have to earn them.
Crazy gives me evil glares as Nub drops me down outside the car. She's sat in the driver's seat, with some luggage in the passenger seat. I guess me and Freddipop are in the back.
Crazy's still staring at me. I guess I could help a bit.
After a few moments of staring between me and Crazy, Freddork comes down with the start of the luggage. I walk up to him. "I'll take it from here."
Freddie gives me an incredulous look. "Sam Puckett, helping?"
"Crazy's giving me evils. Now shut up before I change my mind." Freddie quickly obliges, handing me the bags and going back up the stairs.
"Where shall I put these bags that I've just helped your son with?" Benson's mum gives me the strangest look before softening her eyes.
The sweet voice always works.
"Just put them on the seat behind me. You can sit in the middle seat, and Freddie to the far left." She replied. I have to sit next to the Lump?
Urrg.
I hope the stupid Flubadubs don't come back. If they do, it'll be Crazy's fault. I might just have to kill her for it.
Oh, here's Frednub again, back with more bags. How many times do I have to see him today?Oh, yeah, I forgot. I've just agreed to spend three full weeks in the same cabin as him!
Hey! At least momma gets to go to the beach!
These bage are seriously heavy. What's Mrs Benson put in these? Probably a full hospital, knowing her. Freddie didn't seem to break a sweat though… Nheeeh. He's probably just used to it. There is no way that the dork is stronger than me. Frednub gave me a smile as he handed me the bags, and then ventured back up again. I wonder how many trip he'll have to make. Not that I care. There's no way I'm going to help him!
I'm helping him. Stupid Flubadubs. This is something Carly would do, not me! Now which one looks the lightest? That one.
Now, if I run back down, Fredhead won't notice me!
Fredhead didn't see me! Mission accomplished! now he won't get suspicious. Now, I need to control myself.
Belt on.
Now I can't get out!
Okay, what has my life come to? I have to lock myself up to restrict myself from being nice to dork's.
My life's a mess.
"Thanks for inviting me, Mrs B,"
And here comes the niceness. Should I just lock myself up in a garage without any of the Benson's?
"That's okay Sam. I hope you enjoy it."
It's silent now. I don't really know what to say…
"I'm sure we all will!"
Okay then. Well, I don't know if Freddie's going to have a good time. With these Flubadubs on the loose, I might just have to beat him up more. Or less… Shut up Puckett.
"Is that the last one?" Asks the woman in the front as Freddie comes down.
"Yeah, we are all set and ready to go now!"

I'm tiered and bored! I tried telling Frednub this, but he said to shut up, as we still have 4 hours and 48 minutes left. I can't believe we've been on the road for 12 minutes!
He says that we're stopping every hours a motel so that his mum can have a rest. Apparently it's for 'safety' or something like that. The first time we stop off it'll be like 11 at night, so I think we're going to sleep over there.
It's better than sleeping in the car.
I think it would have been wise to get more sleep last night. But I couldn't help it! That computer game is so addicting! Whoever came up with a game where you get to fight nerds is a genius. Unless of course they came up with the title. It's called 'Fight Nerds'. Uninventive much?
So going to bed at three this morning really was a bad idea. A really bad one…….

"Sam." I half-heard Freddie's voice. What? "Sam!" Urrg. I guess I should open my eyes. But I'm so comfortable… the dork is so soft…
Wait, WHAT?
I've been sleeping on him? EWWW! Freddie's looking down at me with a smirk/smile on his face.
"Sorry…" It's all I can say at the moment.
"It's okay. I think someone might have had a late night!" He says. I lift my head off his shoulder. Thank God Carly isn't here – she'd take this the wrong way and refer it to a chick-flick.
My life is not a chick flick.
"Mum's already gone in. You were in quite a deep sleep!" He chuckled. "You can take your bag into the motel. We will be spending the night, after all."
"Ok."
I notice I'm not saying much. I'm afraid that I might say something stupid that I'll regret.
The Flubadubs are back.
The fluttery little butterflies in my stomach caused by it.
Freddie.

Stupid Freddie.