The past three days have been interesting, to say the least.
I never knew Mrs B could give such evil glares. I don't even know why she's evilly glaring at me! I didn't do anything wrong! To her, anyway.
And, I never knew Carly liked to text so much! I've decided that I am going to ignore the suggestive texts she is sending me about me and Freddie becoming a couple. Apparently, she noticed us 'flirting' even before school had broken off for summer. If only she knew it was really just the Flubaflirts...
And then there's Freddie. Oh, don't even get me started on that boy.
How can I tell myself not to get myself started on something?
He is terrible at hiding his Flubadubs.
He has kissed my head for the three nights. It somehow always ends up with me and him in my bedroom. Time passes so quickly and suddenly it's time for bed. I'll tuck myself into bed, and then he comes and kisses my forehead, and then leaves wordlessly.
That's not the only thing he does though. It's also the-
"Sam!"
"Yeah?"
"You spaced out for a moment there. We're here!"
Where? Oh, yeah... The woods.
I have been trying to not think about this.
Camping.
Why? Who cares if Mrs B has a sudden urge to go camping? Can't she just go alone and leave us?
She must have planned it, and just not told us about it. I mean, she had all the stuff! The tents, the sleeping bags - no-one bring that stuff 'just in case'!
Freddie doesn't seem too happy about it either, but he didn't protest against it as much as I did.
I don't even know how long we're camping for! I know nothing except that I'm going to be stuck in a two man tent with three people! We're going to be all squashed and close...
There is also no signal... Hey, that could be a god thing!
"Sam!"
Oops. Spaced out again.
"Can you help Freddie put the tent up please?"
Urrrg, I hate doing work.
"Freddie is trained in putting them up, so he'll probably just want you to put in a few pegs."
That doesn't seem as bad.
Freddie doesn't look like he's struggling at all. "Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey. It's Chilly up here."
"Tell me about it. Sam, can you just hold this end for me?"
Here comes the helping part.
"None of this was your idea, was it?"
"Putting the tent up?"
"No, the camping trip, stupid."
"Nope. It was all my mum's idea. I have a feeling she planned it though."
"Me too. Why would she bring a tent and camping bag?"
"To bring us camping." His voice goes to de-pan. "She didn't tell us because she knew we'd protest."
"I certainly am."
"Yep. The last time I went camping was a disaster, anyway. It was with Mr Henning on the Root and Berry Retreat."
"Didn't you love it anyway? You got to spend a full night with your precious Carly."
"I think I liked it back then. But if it happened now I wouldn't be as bothered. I'm over Carly, Sam."
"You are?" Here's the Flubaflies. Why? He didn't even do anything sweet or anything. Geez. The Flubadubs are weird.
"Yep. I don't know when or why. All I know is that Freddie has left the Carly train."
"That was so lame."
"I know."
"Is it done?" The tent looks pretty done to me.
I'm just hoping it doesn't fall down on us tonight.
"Well done you guys!" I'd forgotten she was here. "Now, I have brought a camping stove. You two are not allowed within a 1600mm radius of the stove when it is on or still hot. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Yep."
"You two can now go 1600mm away from it. I'm going to cook you some tea. I suppose you are hungry?"
"Yeah!"
"Very." I haven't eaten since an hour ago.
Should we just go back to the tent? I'm sure that far away enough for her.
It seems the nub had the same idea as me.
I'm bored.
I feel mischievous.
You know what I feel like?
Tickling.
Why don't I tickle Freddie?
That's quite a good idea.
"Sam!"
"What?" The innocent voice is needed here.
"What are you doing?"
"Tickling you."
"Sam- Don't-"I guess I am a world champion tickler. Or Freddie is just really ticklish.
It seems he is really ticklish under his arms. I could use this against him at a later date!
He has a really cute laugh. Not cute as in cute, just cute as in I like it. And that's okay, right? It's okay to like people's laughs. Laughs are nice.
Oh. I wasn't expecting that.
When did Freddie get strong enough to flip me over?
"St- st- op." I can't even get my words out.
That's one thing not many know about me. I am seriously ticklish. Like, seriously.
"I'm not stopping. You did this to me." Yeah, but it wasn't this intense!
Come on Puckett, you can do this. All you have to do is flip him over so that you are the dominant one.
It never used to be this hard to flip Benson.
But then again, his body never used to be this... heavy.
Not heavy as in fat, heavy as in muscle.
Yeah.
Come on...
Come on...
Done!
Now. Should I tickle him again?
Wow. I know I've studied his eyes before, but I never knew they were this chocolaty. Looking into them gives me a bad case of the Flubadubs.
Bad as in good.
It feels amazing.
Maybe he doesn't want to do something he'll regret. I mean, with both of us having the Flubadubs, we could end up...yanno...kissing. That's what would happen in a cheesy movie. The two main characters have a tickle war, end up on top of each other, stare into each other's eyes, and then seconds later they are smoochin'.
I should probably get off him.
The Flubadubs are telling me that this is the perfect chance to kiss him, but I'm not going to listen to them.
I'm not going to let them win.
"Kids! Tea is ready and the fire has now cooled down!"
Never been so happy to hear her voice. Me and Freddie just shared some sort of glance. I don't even know what it meant.
I wonder if he'll still kiss me on the forehead tonight.
Sam!
You shouldn't be thinking about that. You should not be excited for Freddie to kiss you.
He's a dipthong, remember?
Though, recently, that seems so much harder to remember.