Mrs B is so strange. I mean, why? Apparently, the chlorine in the water is bad for her eyes. So, she's not coming onto the swimming pool with me and Dishrag. But, we're younger so 'have better eyesight' and that means that as long as we take 'anti-chlorine' tablets after we go, we're allowed to go into the swimming pool.
I've never heard anything so ridiculous.
Hey, at least it's time away from her. But then again, she'll be sat at the side, staring at us like a hawk.
"Aaha! Found them!"
Oh, Joy.
"Now we can go swimming." She adds. "Well, I won't be swimming because of the chlor..." Time to tune out. I swear, she's explained why she can't go swimming like 678456 times. I even think Freddie's getting bored.
Can we go yet?
"We can go now!" She answered my mental question.
"Freddison! Carry my bag!"
"Why?"
"Because you love me?" Time to put on a cute smile.
"Sure, Sam. Sure I do." He says. Hah! I can always make him carry my bags! Life is sweet!
My tummy is starting to feel tingly.
And the Flubafly's are back.
Why? All he said was... He loved me?
No. He didn't actually say that. He was probably just agreeing because he couldn't be bothered to talk to me. Or, he didn't want to say 'No, actually Sam you are wrong. I hate you with all my heart' in front of his mum because she would class it as un-gentleman-y.
I think I feel a bit more confident now in this bikini. And this time, I'm not going to look at Freddie's chest area. I may end up getting Flubatracts and then he might get the wrong idea. But then again, I don't want a repeat of this morning, so I suppose I shouldn't look at his face too much either, as that is where his lips are. I guess if I looked below his chest area, that would be awkward. I should look at his hairless legs.
Though they are not so hairless anymore. To be fair they're the exact opposite.
Maybe I should just look at his toes. His un-chiselled, un-attractive, un-awkward, hairless toes.
"Why are you staring at my toes?"
"'Cos they're cool."
"I'm taking that as a complement. Sam Puckett said my toes are cool."
"You are such a dork."
"Hey, it's not every day you say nice things to me."
"Let's just get in the pool."
That wasn't a complement. Fredistien just took it the wrong way.
Doofus.
He deserves a dunk.
But... Would Crazy agree?
No. I don't care if Crazy disagrees with me dunking her baby.
But maybe I do care.
It's not because I want to look nice or anything.
Nope.
I just want to look nice so that she doesn't turn against me and send me back to Seattle.
Then I'd be alone.
So that's why I'm not going to dunk him.
No other reason why.
Or maybe there is...
Stupid Flubadubs. They're messing with my head.
Stupid Flubamesses.
They need cleaning up.
But not now.
Later.
At the moment, I need to focus on them swings. I've never seen swings in a swimming pool before. You like swing, then jump into the pool...
OMG that looks so cool!
"Will you come on the swings with me?"
I don't think Benson had noticed them before, because when I gestured towards them, his eyes lit up.
He is now looking back at his mum, who is still watching us.
Does she have something against a magazine, a newspaper, a phone...?
She's a very weird woman.
These swings look amazing.
These swings are amazing. You are never too old for swings. Carly would disagree however. She says that I need to mature more to attract a boyfriend. I don't want a boyfriend.
Well, maybe I do. But not any of the guys at our school, anyway. Actually, there are a few who are not that bad.
Mentioning no names.
Ok. These are the coolest things ever invented.
Swing. Swing. Swing.
Splash!
Come on Benson! Create a gigantic splash!
Did you really have to splash me?
"You went real far Benson!"
"It's all in the legs."
"Want to have a competition?"
"You turn everything into a competition."
"That's 'cos I know I'll always win."
"Bring it on."
"Let's see who can go the furthest."

I think I can swing higher than this. 'It's all in the legs' - Swing them legs, Puckett!
How's The Freak doing?
Wow! How did he get that high?
There is no way I'm not going to win. I always win.
"Shall we go?"
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
I feel like I'm flying!
Ouch. That splash hurt.
AND MY TOE! OUCH!
My foot hit the wall.
My toe freaking kills.
Ow. Ow. Ow.
I feel like crying. But I'm not going to. Not in front of Benson.
But it freakin' kills.
"Are you okay?" He sounds so... Caring.
"No."
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
"I think I've broken my toe."
"What happened?"
"I went into the wall. It kills!"
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not going to cry.
"Are you okay?" Mrs Benson is now stood on the side of the pool. I guess she was watching like a hawk.
"Sam's hurt." He sounds so caring again.
I think the Flubadubs are here again. But they're being overpowered by the pain of the foot...
Ow. Ow.
"Let's have a look." Now she's examining my foot."
Don't touch it!
"Ow!"
"I just need to take a look at it darling. I need to see if it is broken."
It freaking feels like it.
"You've sprained your middle toe."
"Awww, are you sure you're okay?"
Once again, here comes Fredacare. Cute.
The pain is making me crazy.
"Do you still want to stay in California?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"We'll go to the cabin."
It's quite painful to walk, but at least that bit is over now. My bed is the most comfortable thing here.
It's a good job Mrs Benson is a nurse. Though it kind of hurt when she wrapped it up and bandaged it up.
Well, this was a nice twist to the holiday.
Now Mrs B has gone to get some 'safe' pain medication. Apparently the ones she brought were too strong.
I thought she came prepared for everything.
"I'm tired."
"You want to get some sleep?"
I think that is the best idea Benson has had all year.
Maybe a nice, long nap will help with the pain.
And these Flubadubs that seem to pop up every time Freddie's around.
Hey, maybe there is some connection between Freddie and the Flubadubs!
Maybe...