I wish this freak would go away.
Stupid iCarly fans. Well, only a few are stupid. Most are sweet and nice – I love those ones! It's just the stalker ones. For example, Mandy.
For example, this boy.
He said his name was Charlie.
I only take complements from fudgeface.
I only take complements from fudgeface because of the Flubadubs.
The things this boy is saying are hardly complements, anyway.
Jerk.
"Will you go on a date with me?"
"For the millionth time, no."
"Not just one little-"
"NO." All I came here for was a day of enjoyment. I can finally go out without my toe hurting – it seems to have healed in the last four days. But, its turned into a day of harassment.
Now where is that male friend of mine?
Getting sun cream applied.
Finally, he's coming over. "Hey, Sam. Who's…"
"This is Charlie. He won't leave me alone." I don't think I've ever been so annoyed in my life.
"All I want is one date. I've never seen someone so fit, hot and sexy and -"
"Ok, can you just leave her alone?" I don't think I've ever seen Freddie so annoyed in his life.
"Wow, dude, chill."
"No, I will not 'chill'. You do not use them kinds of words to describe my Sam."
Shut up, Flubadubs.
"I didn't know you two were dating. I'll just back off then."
"Oh, no, we're-" Don't deny it! He'll never shut up!
"A very happy couple. So I'd just go away before I pound your face in." I could do with a good punching session. It's been a long time since I've seen Gibby.
Hah. That scared him off.
"Sorry for getting all defensive, it's just that…"
"Freddie, its fine. I'd been trying to get rid of him since we got to this beach."
Why is Marissa looking at us with that creepy smile on her face? Did she hear the conversation?
"That's alright then. Hey, has my mum mentioned anything about the surprise to you?"
"Nope. She said she would once my foot was better, but she hasn't said a thing."
"Should we go and talk to her?"
"You're acting like she's a monster."
"Oh, just come on. The suspense is killing me!"
"Hello darlings. Are you okay? Thirsty? Sleepy? Ill?"
"No mum, we're fine. We just really want to know about this surprise."
"I'm not telling you yet." Who knew she could be so evil. "All you are allowed to know is that it is safe, it takes place tomorrow, and that we're going shopping later."
"For what?"
"You'll see." And the evilness continues.
What the heck could we be going shopping for?
I don't like shopping.

We're going shopping for outfits.
I hate shopping.
She says I have to wear a dress.
We'd better not be going to a dance or anything like that.
If I have to wear a dress, Freddie should have to, too.
Ha-ha, Freddie in a dress.
Focus, Puckett.
I want to know what she has planned for tomorrow!
Freddie's outfit looked okay on him. The Flubadubs want to upgrade that 'Okay' to an 'Amazing' – but I fought them off.
Just because he's in a blue shirt that is tightly fit around his newly-grown abs does not make him cute.
So now we are looking for my dress. Or at least Mrs B. Apparently it needs to be perfect.
And blue.
I have no idea why.
Chances are she wants us all to match. Is she coming? I don't know. I hope she is though. Not that I like her or anything, but it'd be less awkward than it would be with just me and Freddie.
"What about this dress, darling?" No. No no no no no no. It's more like a prom dress! It's all frilly and girly... Freddie, get me out of this one!
"I think Sam would like this one better, mum."
Too right I will.
I don't wear dresses very often, but this is one that I think I would.
Carly would be very proud of me for actually liking a dress.
"Yay! Go and try it on Sam!" It seems I have no choice.
Thankfully it has straps. Not like the last one.
Now, look in mirror and... Not too bad, Puckett.
I still hope we're not going anywhere too public though.
"Come on Sammy dear, show us! It needs to be perfect!"
Perfect? Where the heck are we going?
By the looks on their faces, it seems Mrs B approves, and Freddie is... giving me Flubaflies.
That look on his face is enough to give anyone Flubaflies - even if they don't have the Flubadubs.
It's like he's like shocked or something... Shocked to see me in a dress maybe?
Yeah, thats it. He's just shocked to actually see me in a dress.
"It is perfect, don't you think Freddie?"
"Er... yeah... it looks nice..." Awww, little Freddie Weddie has the Flubadub rash!
"Then that's the one we are buying."
"Perfect. You both have your outfits. Ohhh, you are going to love this!"
"Can you tell us what it is yet?"
"Fine. I guess you are both dying to know." She takes a breath. "You two are going on a date." OMG.
"WHAT!"
"A date."
"WHY?"
"Well, you know I have my meddling side." Since when? "And I know you two have a thing for eachother."
"NO, WE DO NOT."
"Oh, but you do. You see-"
"Mrs B, I think you have lost your mind."
"No. I'm sure you two are in love. With eachohter! And I like that!"
"No!"
"Mum, please, No."
"Then count it as just a friendly dinner. I've already made the reservations, so you can't turn back now."
"So is this what you made me get the dress for?"
"Yep. You need to both look your best for eachother! I thought you'd be happy about this..."
Nothing is being said now.
A date. With Freddie.
No. It's not a date.
It's not just a friendly outing, either.
It's a... Flubadate. I think I'm finally going to confess to Freddie that I know about his Flubadubs.
Should I? Or would he think I was some kind of wierdo who knew everything about him?
What if I'm wrong? What if he doesn'tn have the Flubadubs, and all this stuff has just been nice gestures? What if he ws just trying to be a good best friend?
But i am sure he does have them. 99% sure.
That one percent though. I can't be wrong. There is no way Freddie has a crush on me either. Na-a. That just woudn't work, you know?
We're just Sam and Freddie.
And this is just a Flubadate.
Where I'm going to tell Freddie about the Flububadubs.
Maybe.
Should I?
I don't know.
I think I should.