Urg. I feel like I'm living in the countryside. Stupid birds cheeping. I doubt the other two are up yet!
Well, Freddie's not.
We both didn't sleep well last night. I could hear Freddie turning and sighing most of the night. I couldn't sleep either. I have no idea why.
What made it worse was that Mrs B snores. And, she was right next to me! And Freddie... She was in the middle of us. Apparently, she didn't trust us to sleep next to each other.
That was embarrassing for both of us.
So, now I've come to the conclusion that I don't like camping.
I can smell breakfast... PANCAKES!
Should I wake Freddie up? Na…
"Good morning, Sam."
"Are they pancakes?"
"Yep. Don't come too near the stove."
"I'm not, don't worry lady."
"Is Fredward up yet?"
"No."
"Then can I ask you something?"
"Er... Sure."
"What is yours and my sons relationship?"
"What do you mean? There is no relationship."
"No, I know that. I mean, are you two like best friends?"
"I think so. It's complicated Mrs B."
"I gathered that. Sorry about last night."
"Last night?"
"About the whole sleeping in between you thing. I just don't like the idea of my Freddie bear growing up and being close to girls."
"But we're not close like that."
"I know, darling. But you never know..."
"No Mrs B. Freddie and I would never be like that."
"Never is a very strong word." What is that lady implying? "Freddie! Good morning!"
"Morning Mum. Hi Sam!"
"Sup, Freddo?"
"Sam, my son's name is not 'Freddo'."
"I know..."
"Then why did you call him that?"
"It was just a nickname..."
"Oh. Do all the cool kids call him that?"
"Not really..."
"So it's just between you two? Aw, that's sweet." Sweet? How is it sweet?
It seems Freddie is giving me the 'sorry' looks in facial expressions again.
"So, mum, how long are we going to be camping for?"
"Three more nights."
Three more nights of sleeplessness.
But I'm not complaining. Oh, well, maybe I am. But that's not the point. I'm not complaining much. If I was back in Seattle, things would be worse. I'd be alone with nothing to do!
So I guess camping is better than that.
"Done!" The pancakes! "Don't come too close. I'll bring the pancakes to you."
I would do. Mama's starving.
"Today we are walking."
"Urrrg!" I don't like walking.
"'Urrrg' all you want, but that is our plan for today." Stupid strict woman. "Now. Sam, you go and get dressed in the tent whilst Freddie finishes his pancakes."
"Fine."
Walking is boring. All you do is put one foot in front of the other, and look at the scenery around you.
At least I'll have Freddie to talk to.
Not really. We can't exactly talk like we normally do if we have Marissa listening to our every word.

Or maybe not every word. She would be, if we hadn't managed to get lost!
I'm blaming it all on Freddie.
It's his fault. His hand brushed against mine. This caused me to have the Flubadubs, Flubaflies, and for me to get a Flubadub rash.
I probably wouldn't of gone so off course if he hadn't lingered it there for 5 seconds.
And that's where it all went downhill. Literally.
Why did he chase me down the hill? He should have told his mum before running down after me.
I didn't even need his help. I would have been perfectly fine by myself.
But no. Over-concerned Freddie chases me down. And once he helps me back up to my feet (after I had a very painful roll down the hill), we're lost.
My toe freakin' kills again, now as well. It had been fine, up to that point. I thought the pain was gone.
But no.
It's kind of awkward, just sat here. Me with my poor foot stretched out in front of us.
It feels like we've been here for hours. The no-signal thing is why we can't contact Mrs B. She'll just have to find us herself. There is no way I'm walking up that slope. Freddie did offer to carry me... No. never going to happen.
We'll be all close and cuddly whilst he's carrying me. Then I'll end up kissing him or something.
Then Freddie will get the wrong idea, and it will be even more awkward than it is right now.
"Why don't you just go? I'll be fine down here."
"No. I wouldn't just leave you alone. My mum would kill me, anyway. She'll want us to be sticking together.
"She's alone."
"She probably didn't know that until 5 minutes after we'd disappeared. She was deep into her lecture about the importance of cleaning your ears."
"I bet she's freaking out."
"Yep. How's your toe?"
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt as much as it did when I first sprained it, but it still kills."
"Sam, would you let me give you a piggyback up there?"
"I-I'd rather not."
That wasn't a stutter. I'm not nervous.
It was the Stuttedub.
Naughty Stuttedub.
"Come on Sam. We've got more chance of being found if we're up there."
"Fine."God, he's warm. And soft. He smells so nice.
I don't actually mean those things. Well, I didn't mean to think them.
It was the Flubadubs.
He must be strong. You see that's not a compliment. It's just a statement.
Statements don't mean anything.
I think Mrs B should find us better now. She'd better.
How long will she be? Should we shout?
"MRS BENSON!"
"I hadn't thought of shouting. It could actually work. After three?" I know we both have very loud voices. Put them together, and Carly should be able to hear us.
"MARISSA!" I think Carly might have heard us.
"Freddie? Sam?" And it seems Crazy did too! The rustling of the leaves seems to be coming from that direction...
Mrs B can give out pretty engulfing hugs. Poor Freddie. "Freddie bear, are you alright? What happened? Did you encounter any bears? Wolves? Are you hurt?
"I'm fine, mum. It's Sam that's not."
She finally pays attention to me. "Sam? What happened?"
"I kind of fell down that slope. My toe has gone all hurty again."
"Can you walk?"
"Not really."
"I'll give her a piggyback."
"Aww, that's my little Freddie."
Yep. That's her little Freddie, always messing with my feelings.
I mean Flubadubs.