You gotta love a good inside out burger.
If you're actually allowed a burger, that is.
No, Crazy makes us get salad.
She didn't believe us when we said that that was all we had eaten today.
She was right, of course. All Fredlumps bought me today was junk food.
This day now is the best day I've had so far. It was really nice that Mrs B wasn't there. Like it was before we left for California – Just me and Freddie.
The Flubadubs didn't get too out of control either, thankfully. All we did really was handhold. A lot.
But it was only because he was nervous on the first ride!~
And it brought the Flubatingles, which feel really nice.
Who thought the nub would bring me pleasure one day?
Urg. We still have three hours left in this car. I guess I could go to sleep. It's not like Freddie's paying attention to me anyway. He's paying attention to his stupid PearPod.

"Ahh!"
I really hope I didn't say anything out loud.
"Sam, are you okay?"
No. I'm not. Words can't even describe how crazy that dream was.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Then why did you wake me?"
"I wanted to know what you were dreaming about." Why has he got that smirk on his face? What did I do?
"How do you know I was dreaming?" Play dumb Sam, just play dumb.
"You were saying my name." Sam! You idiot!
"That's because in my dream you were stealing my ham.
So, I chased you through the streets, shouting your name. When I caught up, I tackled you down and then ate my ham."
"Whilst on top of me?" I think he's bought it. Score!
"Yep."
"Oh Sam."
"You shouldn't have stolen my ham."
"I didn't!"
"Your dream-you did!"
"And?"
"You need to apologise on behalf of him."
"I'm sorry for stealing your ham, dream Sam."
"Don't apologise to dream Sam, she doesn't care. Apologise to me."
"I didn't steal anything from you!"
"You caused me to have a nightmare."
"At least you got to eat ham on top of me at the end."
"Freddie."
"Fine, I'm sorry for causing you to have a nightmare Sam."
"That's better."
It can't have been an actual dream. I do not dream things like that about him.
I don't ever dream about making out with Freddie.
Nope.
It was a Flubadream.
I knew they were messing with my mind!
They are now getting into my dreams and causing them to be about Freddie and me… kissing.
I can't tell Freddie about this. Even though he'd understand, I think it would still be kind of awkward. He'd probably ask for all the details and chiz.
I wonder if he's ever had a Flubadream about me.
Not that I care.

"It's been a long time since we have had a nice dinner together as a trio. So, tonight, we're having pasta!" That's what Mrs B had said, but that's when she was happy.
Her mood has changed drastically.
She won't shut up telling us off!
I mean, it's not my fault that Freddie's face looks like a target.
He just looks like he needs a good bullseye on his nose.
And it's not my fault that I was given the perfect bullets!
Peas.
And it's not my fault Freddie fought back.
So really, it's all Freddie's fault.
Freddie's the one who decided to have a nubby face. If he didn't want one, he could have gone through with plastic surgery.
Freddie's the one who suggested we had peas along with our roast.
Freddie's the one who made the decision to fight back. He didn't have to! He could have just ignored the peas that were constantly hitting his face.
Because Freddie should have known that I would throw one back. And then he throws one back at me, and then suddenly we're in a war.
Until Mrs Benson breaks it up, that is.
I now know the list of 100 dangers of throwing peas at people.
And Freddie has been told about how he needs to mature, especially around his 'Lady Friends'.
Freddie's look says 'we need an escape plan'. I've never agreed with him more.
"I'm sorry for throwing peas at you Freddie. It was really immature of me. I hope it hasn't ruined our friendship."
"I'm sorry, too. It was insanely immature if me. It hasn't ruined our friendship."
His hugs are so warm.
He's so soft.
He smells so nice.
And letting go now…
"Thank you for educating us on the dangers of pea throwing."
And then we walk up the stairs simultaneously.
We are awesome.
"Way to go!"
"I know, we actually got your mum to shut up!"
"Hey, she's not that bad."
"We just had a thirty minute lecture on the dangers of pea throwing."
"She can go on a bit."
"So can you,"
"Shut up."
"You shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"You shut up!"
"You shut up!"
And he did make me shut up.
By kissing me on the forehead.
That boy sure likes to mess with my Flubadubs.
It's all the Flubadubs fault.
Ah, the Flubadubs.
It seems I'm blaming everything on them recently.
But is it all really the Flubadubs?