"Carls, for the last time, it's not actually a date."
"Then why are you all dressed up?"
"I'm in my pyjamas." This girl is making too much of a big deal about it.
"But I can see your makeup over there! You never wear makeup!"
"Carly, I've been wearing it every day in California!"
"Awww, trying to impress Freddie, are we?
"No."
"Then why are you going on a date with him?"
"It's not a date."
"Then what is it?"
"A social gathering." I wish I'd never video chatted her in the first place.
"Can I help you get ready for it?"
"You're on a computer screen."
"I know, but I can direct you!"
"Fine."
"So how long do we have?"
"Half an hour."
"HALF AN HOUR? Sam, what have I told you about managing your time?"
"Half an hour is enough time!"
"No it's not. But we have no choice. First, you need to get your dress on."
"Fine." Will she freak when she sees the dress? Even though she knows I'm going to wear one, he hasn't actually seen it yet. Should I tell her that Freddie chose it, or will she come to conclusions?
"OHMYGOSH Sam it's beautiful!" I think she might like it. "Did you choose it?"
"No. Freddie did." I kind of mumbled the last part.
"Awwwwwww, that is so sweet!"
"It was only to save me from the one his mother chose. It was more of a wedding dress!"
"But this one is perfect! Awww, Sam, you look so nice. It's just the right colour. And the length is good too. I think it looks nice just above the knee. It's simple but amazing! Sam, I'm so happy for you!"
"You sound like it's a big deal..."
"It is! Your first dat- I mean 'social gathering' with Freddie."
"And the only!"
"Yeah, right."
"Anyway. We need to do your makeup!"
"I can do that."
"I'm going to watch you."
"Stalker."
"No, I just want to see how you do it!"
"Probably the same way as every girl in the world..."
She is watching me like a stalker.
"Awwww, Sam! That looks amazing."
"It's just simple..."
"I know but-"
"Let's just do my hair."
She can be so girly sometimes.
"Are you having it straightened?"
"No. I don't want a repeat of Pete."
"Freddie loves you for who you are."
"Freddie does not love me. We're just friends."
"Best friends."
"Maybe."
All I need to do is brush my hair.
"Add in some curls!"
"I don't have my curlers."
"Hmmmm. Then wet it a bit. That should define them a bit more."
"Fine." Wet my hair. Hey, that doesn't look too bad.
"I'd love to have curly hair."
"It's alright actually. You don't have to do much."
"That's why!"
"Do you think I'm ready?"
"Yeah. Sam, you look amazing."
"I don't look that good..." I think she's overreacting a little...
"Sam. Freddie will love it."
"For the last time, I don't like-"
"Sam."
"I don't!"
"He'll love it as a friend."
For some reason, the Flubadubs seem to like that.
"Fine. Well, I'd better go."
"Have a good time!"
"As much of a good time I can have with a nub."
"Sam, be nice to him."
"I'll try."
And then there was one. I wonder if Freddie is ready? He will be.
He didn't have a Carly with him.
I'll go down stairs.
Thankfully, I'm not wearing heels. I still can't walk in them things.
"You two have fun!"
She left us.
Hmmm... looks like a posh place.
At least we don't have to pay a thing.
I guess it's not going to be that bad...
"Shall we go in?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah."
"Are Miss Puckett and Master Benson?"
I couldn't help but snigger. Freddie's not a 'master'.
"Yes."
"Table 14 please."
It looks like a date table. There's just two chairs and a round table. With a cloth and...
This isn't a date, Sam. It's a Flubadate.
"I'm sorry my mum made us come on this. I know you'd rather be anywhere else."
"It's fine Fredhead!"
"You look really pretty, Sam."
"And you look really handsome." That was the Flubadubs talking, not me.
"Sam... can I talk to you?" He looks nervous. Maybe he's confessing about his Flubadubs! But I wanted to do that too. He looks to nervous though, maybe I should do it, just to take the weight off his shoulders...
"No, I need to talk to you. Freddie, I know about your Flubadubs." I've said it now. Oh dear, what if I am wrong? Have I just made myself look stupid?
"What?" There is no turning back now.
"I have them, too."
"Flubadubs."
"You know, the attractions, we feel them towards each other. But it's not a crush, contrary Carly's beliefs. It's the Flubadubs."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"What did you think they was?"
"I just thought I was going crazy." Poor boy.
"Hello, can I take your drink orders?" Where did she come from?
"Er... I'd like a peppy cola please." Good choice Fredlumps.
"Me too."
"Thank you. I'll be back in a few moments."
"So the Flubadubs are what we feel towards each other?" He still seems confused. I can't believe he didn't know what they were! He must have been so confused...
"Yeah. Don't worry, I thought I was going crazy at first. But you're not, it's the Flubadubs."
"How do you know about them?""
"Because I've been experiencing them for a while. I can't seem to find another explanation."
"I guess it does kind of make sense. What is the cause of these... Flubadubs then?"
"It took me a while to figure out, but it seems you are the cause of mine, and I am the cause of yours."
"Yeah!" I'm glad he's agreeing.
"Sometimes when I am around you, I get these tingly things in my stomach. They are the Flubaflies."
"Same!"
"And when your cheeks heat up, that's that Flubadubs rash!"
"So I guess we are the same."
"Yeah. Do you think they'll ever go away?"
"I don't know." But I hope not. The Flubadubs are nice. Now I can talk to Benson about them, they won't be half as bad!
"Hello, can I take your order please?"
Fried chicken.