Freddie was a funny little bunny. He's walking down the ramp like a giraffe that only has three legs. Then again, so is Crazy. Personally, I think they are just over exaggerating. It's only three bags they have to carry each! I'm carrying two pairs of sunglasses and two sunhats. So technically, I'm carrying more than them. So technically, I should be the one walking like a three legged giraffe.
But I'm not. 'Cos I'm awesome.
Finally! We're at the beach! And I made it here first! The two losers are still straggling behind. "I need to find an appropriate and safe spot." Says the over-protective loser as they finally reach the beach. Freddison is now standing next to me, as we watch Mrs Benson search the beach. I can hear him sigh whilst shaking his head. He looks embarrassed…
Did I just giggle?
Nope. That was not a giggle.
I do not giggle around Fredely.
It was…
It was…
The Flubadubs trying to choke me! Of course!
Naughty Flubadubs.
I. Will. Get. Rid. Of. Them.
Someday.
I think Mrs Benson has found the spot she wants. It's under a palm tree.
Shall I get changed into my bikini? I'll wait till Freddie gets changed. Will Freddie be getting changed? I think he'll take his shirt off. No staring Sam. Why would I stare? It's not like Freddie's hot or anything. Yeah, I might just be staring at his dorkyness.
Freddie's looking at me, like he wants me to get changed first. But I want him to make the first move. I mean, all he has to do is take his shirt off!
"Freddibear, can you take your top off, so that I can apply this sun lotion?"
Thank you Mrs Benson.
Freddie is giving me one last look, before he then turns around and takes his shirt off. His mum is then directing to turn towards me so that she can….
OMG.
The Flubadubs are back.
I can feel the Flubadub Rash growing.
Here come the Flubaflys.
I would deny this if anyone asked this, but I think that Freddie is kind of… H…H….H…Hot. There. I said it. And I never will say it again. This does not mean anything. No way. It just means that Freddie's not as nubby as I thought he was. He's still 99% Dorky. Wait, no he's still 100% dorky. Forget I thought anything. There is no way that I think he's hot. He's not. It's just his nubby body. Nothing special.
Except for them abs…
Sam! NO! Stop thinking these thoughts.
Look away. Good girl.
Now, I'm going to take off my shirt. But that'll reveal my bikini!
Sam, I thought we'd been through this. It does not matter what Freddie thinks. He's seen you in a bikini before. So why does it matter so much now?
It doesn't.
Right… Shirt off.
Good.
Now the shorts.
Good.
"Sam, let me apply your lotion!" Mrs Benson calls. Freddie is standing next to her…
He's just resting his eyes on me.
Just resting his eyes.
Why did I wear this bikini? It was a silly idea! But It's too late now.
Try to ignore him.
Sit in front of Mrs Benson.
Then she can apply my lotion.
Then, I can go into the sea and hide the Bikini!
Perfect!
Now, run!
Don't look back. Just run.
I have never loved the sea so much.
Wait. Freduchini is coming too!
Does hehave to?
"Hey Puckett."
"Benson."
"Why are you sitting?"
"Why are you standing?"
"Fine, I'll sit."
He has a mischievous look in his eyes. What's he planning?
Oh, I'll get you back for that.
Since when has Freddie ever dared splash me? He used to be so scared!
Hah. That's what you get for messing with momma.
What? Did little Fredward Benson just fight back?
Right back at ya!
I've got a feeling we're in a full-blown splash war. At least he's not running away and screaming like a girl this time.
He's manned up.
No. He's just… boy-ed up. Just like I told him to.
I think it's been about five minutes now, and neither of us have given up.
I like this game.
But what if I give it a little twist…
I think Benson enjoyed that little dunk.
Wait.. He's got that look in his eyes again…
And now I'm underwater.
Oh, Benson's going to get it.
Now we're in a dunk war.
I'm surprised Crazy hasn't said anything. Wow, I totally forgot she was here!
She's reading a-
"BENSON!"
I can't believe he just surprise dunked me!
I hate surprise attacks.
What to do now?
Attack him back.
"Picnic is ready!"
Or not.

Now this is what I call a picnic. "So, what do you guys want to do after this?" Asks Mrs Benson.
"ICE CREAM!" Is the only answer I can think of at the moment.
"Freddie, why don't me and you go get them now whilst Sam eats the rest of the food?"
I didn't even notice them leave.
Mrs B let me eat the rest of the food!
I think I might be warming up to her
All gone! Now what?
"We're back!"
"What flavour?" The most important question in the world.
"Blueberry for you, Sam!" Says Mrs Benson.
"How did you know it was my favourite?"
"Freddie knew." Mrs Benson smiles a motherly smile. Is Freddie avoiding my gaze?
Is he blushing?
Hah! The Nub is embarrassed!
Then again, I know his. Chocolate. I guess we do know a lot about each other. I know his favourite Colour. He knows mine. Favourite song, day of the week, food, subject…
Friends know this sort of stuff, right? Are we friends? I don't know.
I wish we were.
Where did that come from?
I guess it would be nice if we were officially friends. I think we are a lot closer. And, come on, we do have to spend three whole weeks together!
You know what? I think, if it carries on the way it is, I think we can make it.