Dear diary,
This holiday has been a-m-a-z-i-n-g! I have enjoyed it so much! Now, I'm quite glad Freddie's mum showed up. Sam and Freddie have had loads of 'Seddie' moments in the mornings. They have fallen out of bed EVERY day! Well, this morning was kinda different. They were holding hands in their sleep, then Sam pulled Freddie out of bed, and he did the same to him. But either way, they have both fallen out of bed every day. I and Spencer are finding it quite amusing, but Mrs. Benson has been worried. Sam and Freddie are not so amused either.
Today, we went to 'Mt. Hill' - As the couple to be call it. It was actually quite small, and I would have liked to climb it. But I thought if I got a lift from Spencer, it might give Sam the idea to get a lift, which would be so sweet! And it worked!
I know this diary only seems to be about Sam and Freddie, but Sam has been acting strange towards Mrs. Benson too! Today, she corrected her 'insult' just to make her happy. She has made it out like she has saved Freddie's life twice. The bed one, (Which I still want to know the true story on!), and near the water in the cave. If I didn't know any better, I would say that she is trying to make a good impression on her. Sam is confusing!
I have loads of photos and clips for my plan. I know that it is sooo going to get them together! They will realize their love!
OK, I'm going to shut up now...
Until later!
Carly
xx
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Hi there!
I decided to use a different greeting today because I am the king of cool. I have a scar forming on my leg today. Which is what makes me so cool. Yeah, you can't hide your jealousy. You're jealous because you can't get a scar on your legs. You have no legs. You're a diary.
Anyway… Today has been quite interesting. I bet you ten bucks Sam and Freddie will sit next to each other at the restraunt. Wait, you can't accept money, oh well… The bet is still on!
Spencer
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Hello there ya pointless piece of paper.
I still don't know why I actually bother to write in you.
Anyway…
I think I might actually maybe actually maybe actually maybe like the dork. Ok, I can't believe I said that. In pen. Now I can't rub it out! I should really think these things through.
Ok, so I don't really know yet, I'm confused…
Ok. Diary, you are making me even more confused.
Help me.
See ya.
Sam.
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This restaurant was different to the last one. The last one had been posh, with red leather seats and a black carpet. But this one was dimly lit with couches as seats, and a dark green carpet. It was more homely, like ones they had back in America sometimes. The waiter took them to a table for six at the back. It was a rectangular table, with a sofa to fit three at each side. Freddie sat down in the middle of one, with Mrs. Benson almost immediately sitting next to him. Carly and Spencer sat on one side, leaving Sam to choose. She had the choice between sitting next to Carly or Freddie. Freddie was pulling faces because he was alone next to his mum. So, just to annoy him, she took the seat next to Carly.
"Awww, now I owe my diary ten bucks!" Spencer whined, before realizing what he was saying.
"What?" Carly asked, confused.
"Oh, nothing..." Spencer said sadly, distraught about the loss.
"Ok then. So, what you guys getting?"
"Pizza!" Sam and Freddie said at the same time, before giving each other evil glares.
"I'm getting the chicken nuggets!" Spencer said happily.
"What about you?" Carly asked, directing it at Mrs. Benson.
"I think I'll get the tomato soup!" She announced proudly.
"Is that all your orders then?" The waiter had suddenly appeared and had been listening to this discussion and taking it down.
"I'd like the pizza as well please!" Carly finished.
"Ok, and drinks?"
"Peppy cola please!" They all said except for Mrs. Benson, who demanded water.
"Ok, thank you!" The waiter said happily. Whilst waiting for the food, time went by like last time.
Hello again! - Mrs. Benson.
Who is this? - Carly
Mrs. Benson! Didn't you save my number? - Mrs. Benson.
Yeah, sure I did, I just forgot to look at it. - Carly
Ok, just make sure you defiantly have - Mrs. Benson
Anyway, what do you want? - Carly
I want to know, how does Freddie act at your house - Mrs. Benson
What do you mean? - Carly
How does he act around Sam? - Mrs. Benson
FREDDIE! Yours mum is asking me personal questions about you over text again! - Carly
What is she asking now? - Freddie
How do you act around Sam at my house - Carly
Why is she asking that? - Freddie
I have no idea! Make. It. Stop. - Carly
I think, once again the food has saved the day! - Freddie.
The food was served, and it came a lot quicker than last time. The three pizzas came first, followed by the soup, and the children's chicken nuggets. The waiter tried to serve them to Carly, but Spencer claimed them. The waiter looked at him strangely but he just shrugged. This time though, they didn't eat in silence. They were deciding what to what to do tomorrow, their last full day. On Saturday, they were catching the plane at nine in the morning. Mrs. Benson had a seat at the back of the plane, whilst the other four were in the front. They decided they should go swimming, since they hadn't done that yet. There was a large swimming pool about one and a half hours away from the hotel. It would be a long drive, but totally worth it. They would also go bowling after, since this was just next to it. Anyway, this group discussion was about whether or whether not to let Freddie near the water in the pool. Let alone in it. Sam went on Mrs. Benson's side, just to annoy Freddie. Everyone else was trying to convince Mrs. Benson it was fine to let him in, and the life guards were very good. She decided that she would decide later. Sam groaned at this, wanting a real answer.
The topic quickly changed to the fact that no-one wanted to go home. A while into this, Sam got a text.
Hello Samantha - Mum
Call me SAM! And hello! - Sam
Sorry, SAM. What you doing at the moment? - Mum
At a restaurant eating! How have you been? - Sam
I've been bikini modeling! And missing you! - Mum
I miss you too mum - Sam
You having a good holiday then? - Mum
It's AMAZING! - Sam
They feeding you enough? - Mum
Yes mum! - Sam
Can I see photos? - Mum
Of the food? - Sam
No, of the holiday silly! - Mum
Oh yeah. I haven't taken any, but Carly's took loads! - Sam
I bet Freddie's in all of yours! - Mum
NO HE'S NOT! Why would you suspect that? - Sam
Wow! Defensive much? Just, you've been spending so much time with that boy lately! - Mum
Oh, right. Well, I hang out with Carly. Freddie's sooooo in love with Carly, that he just tags along! Duh! - Sam
Jealous much? - Mum
Shut up! - Sam
Sam smiled at her phone. She was glad her mum had actually been bothered to text her. She could be so nice sometimes. Then again, she was her mum... Is that not what they're supposed to do? She had already finished her pizza, and everyone else was eating very, very slow. Or was she eating fast?
"Who you texting Sam?" Carly asked.
"Surprisingly, my mum! She wanted to see holiday photos."
"I've got some!" Carly said happily.
"Yeah, except all the photos of me are ruined.."
"What do you mean? SAM! What did you did to the photos?"
"Nothing! Just in all of the photos of me, there is also a dork." She said coldly, though Carly could tell she was joking.
"What's wrong with me?" Freddie asked, listening on the conversation.
"Nothing... Except everything."
"Sam!"
"Sam! You don't mean that!" Carly said forcefully.
"I do!" Sam sang, though you could see in her eyes she was lying. She at least thought of him as a friend. Freddie glared at her, and then looked back at his food. Only to find there was no food. Wait! What happened to his pizza? Sam.
"Sam!" Freddie looked back up at her.
"Yeah?" She said, her mouth obviously full.
"What have you done with my last slice of pizza?"
"What do you think I've done with it nu-dork?"
"Nudork?"
"Yeah, Its.. Er.. My new nickname!" Sam said as convincingly as she could.
"Okay…!"
"Right, if I am on the floor by the time we have breakfast tomorrow, I am gonna f-r-e-a-k!" Sam said, getting into bed.
"I second that!" Freddie said.
"I'm not tiered." Carly said randomly, also getting into bed.
"Me neither!" Sam sighed.
"I'm not either!"
"No-one cares about you nub!"
"So now you'll call me nub!"
"I always call you nub!"
"Not always!"
"I like to vary my insults!"
Contrary to what they all said, each one of them fell asleep after that. At half past five, Carly's phone went off quietly under the covers. She slipped out of bed, and got the camera. She moved the stool to the end of Sam and Freddie's bed. She put it on record, then slipped back into the bed quietly. Mission accomplished!
Sam rolled in her sleep. She kicked the duvet off onto the floor. Wait- Now she was cold!
Freddie rolled in his sleep. He kicked the duvet off onto the floor. Wait- Now he was cold!
The both rolled over to find the warmth, and finally found it. The softness of two duvets on top of each other. Wait! Two?
They both slowly opened their eyes, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. They fully opened them to find a camera lens staring at them. Then, once again, they both had the same reaction.
"CARLY!" Wait! Who else said that? They turned to face each other. Oh no! Not again... Then they both had the same idea...
"Why did you make us do this for your stupid camera?" Sam said.
"Yeah, it seems kinda lame!" Freddie said, playing along.
"Yeah, Why would you make us pretend to fall out of bed? I don't see the point!" Sam said, laughing.
"I agree with Sam!" Freddie said, smiling. But inside, they were both quite worried. This has happened every morning. And Carly had proof, did this mean something?