Well this is boring.
I'd rather be Benson right now. At least he has a book to read.
I have nothing to do!
Though his book looks dorky. What is it? Computer Love.
And Mrs Benson is reading... Hygiene Love.
Oh.
Maybe they do a book called Meat Love!
I'll look that up when we get back to Seattle.
But I don't know what to do now.
I mean, she brings us to the beach because apparently staying inside is bad for your health. But then she won't let me go in the water because 'If a crab bites your sprained toe then it will just get 100 times worse.' What are the chances of a crab biting me?
I want to go back.
But we've only been here 2 minutes.
Hey, maybe I could sleep!
Sleep is good for you, right?
Mrs Benson can't tell me off for sleeping.
This is comfortable.
It seems that all I'm doing on this holiday is sleeping. But that's okay. I like to sleep. And eat... I'm hungry.
Ice cream.
"I want some ice cream."
"You can't go get some." I was talking to Freddie, but it seems that Mrs Benson has answered for him. "Freddie can go and get himself and you an ice cream."
Freddie then looks up at this. "Yeah, I'll go." He says.
Oh, how I love blueberry flavoured ice cream.
Yum.
Hmm. He got blueberry flavoured too. I forced him to get it last time back in Seattle, even though he insisted he hated it.
It seems he doesn't hate it as much as he thought he did.
I've changed that boy's life for good.
Because a good blueberry ice cream is life changing.
Just like Bolivian Bacon.
Aww Man!
I killed my ice cream!
Now it's all splattered on the sand.
I am so sorry, Mr Blueberry.
What do I do now?
"Do you want mine Sam?"
"Yes."
Mmm.. This one is even nicer than mine.
"Thanks." Why did I say that? I already had a talk with Mrs Benson about how I don't act nice around him. I don't say thanks. I don't say please. I don't.
But I do.
Why?
It's them. The Flubadubs.
I seem to be blaming everything on them. They're changing my life.
Hey! Maybe I could talk to Mrs Benson! She's a nurse!
Or maybe there will be something in one of them medical books of hers.
It'll be like 'Flubadubs. A rare case in girls that are caused by a boy they hate.'
See? It's easy.
I'll check tonight, when they're asleep.
I will be like a ninja. Creep down the stairs, then find the book, the book will say the cure, and hey presto! I have a cure to the Flubadubs and a nice holiday ahead of me!
Perfect.
I can't wait till' tonight.
Now, let's focus in this ice cream.

You can do this Sam. You can do this.
All you need to do is creep down these stairs without making a sound.
First step...
Ow.
Second step...
Ow.
Third step...
"Ow!" SAM! I told you not to make a sound.
Listen... I don't think they heard me.
I have an idea! Maybe if I wear lots of socks on that foot, it won't hurt as much!
Creep back up the stairs..
Now, where did I put my socks?
There we go. Five socks on that foot should do.
I think that might have actually worked. I bet it will make me quieter too...
I'll put it in the other foot too. Then I can be a super-quiet painless ninja!
It's much easier to get down the stairs now.
I'm as quiet as a person with five pairs of socks on!
That simile failed.
Oh, who cares? I'm downstairs.
First I need to find the light switch...
Now I need to find her medical suitcase.
Here it is. Now the books are in the front, I saw her looking earlier.
Wow. These are heavy.
First book... Brakes and Sprains. It's not going to be in there.
Second book... My Hormonal Teenage Son's Mind. Hah!
This is quite a funny book..
Focus Sam. They are not going to be in there.
Third book... Sunburns. Nope.
Fourth book... My Hormonal Teenage Daughter's mind. Girls do not get hormonal!
Why does she have this?
Unless Freddie is really a girl...
Could this book help me?
I don't have hormones, but I am a teenager, I am a daughter, and I have a mind. And I think that may be where the Flubadubs are coming from.
This book may just be my answer.

'Your hormonal teenage daughter will experience feelings towards boys at some point during her teenage years. Sometimes these will mess with her head, and cause your daughter to act slightly crazy, especially if these feelings have developed into love.'

This book is no help at all. It's implying that I have a crush on Benson. And not the type of crush that means that you actually want to crush them!
But what if these Flubadubs are actually Feelings?
But I don't have feelings towards Freddie! Other than hate! And I don't think these Flubadubs are hate. Because usually people don't blush around someone they hate.
But I'm not blushing, am I? It's the Flubadub rash!
And usually, people don't get butterflies around people they hate.
But they are not butterflies. They're Flubaflies.
Maybe, when I get back to Seattle, I will go to a doctor. Or I could go and see my physiologist! She told me to go to her whenever I was having problems.
That's it!
I think I'm just going to let the Flubadubs take their course for now. They do kind of feel nice, anyway.
I don't think they can get much worse than this, anyway.
I seriously hope not, too!
I should probably get back up to bed now.
It is 3:12 in the morning.