"Do I have to wear this bikini?" Sam whined from in her changing room.
"Yes!" Carly replied, getting frustrated with Sam.
"But whhhhhy?" Sam once again whined.
"Because, I think purple looks good on you!"
"I don't! It's too girly!"
"Well I think its looks really nice!" Sam smiled. "Come on, let's get into the pool." Carly said.
"Okay..." The girls got out, put their stuff into a locker, and walked towards the pool. Mrs. Benson had given up, and was now letting Freddie swim. As long as he stayed near the girls, which was probably going to happen anyway. She however, was not going in the water. She sat in the cafe at the top, watching the four of them closely.
Spencer and Freddie were already in the pool, as they were obviously quicker changers. As the girls walked through the door, the boys spotted them immediately. Spencer nodded at them, and looked at Freddie, who was looking at Carly, in some sort of trance; Carly just kept on walking slowly, trying not to notice. Freddie's eyes then moved over to Sam. His eyes widened. Sam. Sam noticed this and blushed slightly; Carly saw this and smiled madly at her two best friends. Freddie was still gazing at Sam, but Sam soon got bored. So, she decided to break it up. SPLASH! Sam had done a runner and jumped in next to Freddie, getting him soaked. Not that he was not already soaked, cos you know, they're in water, but you know what I mean.
"Samantha Puckett!" He screamed. Sam swam up to him close, before he realized his mistake.
"Never call me by my full name Fredward Benson!" She said menacingly.
"But you just attacked me!" Freddie said whining.
"And? You shouldn't have been staring at me!"
"I wasn't!"
"Oh yes you were!"
"I wasn't!"
"Oh yes you were!"
"I wasn't!"
"Oh yes you were!" They suddenly splashed with water.
"Carly!" Sam said, spinning around.
"Nope, it's me, Spencer! Don't you remember?" Spencer said, hurt.
"Whatever. Where's Carly?"
"She went on that huge slide!" Sam and Freddie turned to see a huge slide that went round the room twice, and shot you out at the bottom.
"I wanna try!" Sam said. She got out of the pool, Freddie and Spencer following. It was a long climb up, and for once Sam didn't complain. Much to Freddie's relief. They got to the top, and found Carly up there, at the back of the queue.
"Hey guys!" She said enthusiastically.
"Momma doesn't like queues." Sam said plainly.
"Well you have no choice but to wait!"
"Oh, Momma has choices." Sam said. She walked casually to the front of the queue, the person at the front didn't even notice! The life guard gave her the signal it as safe and she went off. Unbelievable.
"I can't believe she got away with that!" Carly chuckled.
"Well, Momma obviously doesn't like queues!" Freddie laughed.
"I guess not!"
"Spencer, what are you doing?" Carly asked, confused.
"I am making a water sculpture!" Spencer said proudly.
"And how is it going?"
"Terrible. The water is really stubborn! It won't shape!" Spencer said sadly.
"I don't think you can sculpt water Spencer!" Sam said, suddenly appearing.
"I beg to differ!"
"I don't! I'm off!" Sam was a really good swimmer. She could swim underwater at great length's, and really fast too. She swam off underwater before anyone could object. Only without looking, and she swam straight into the nub. They both closed their eyes, bracing for the impact. They bumped heads, but then they both instantly felt better, feeling a familiar sensation. A good one at that. Sam opened her eyes to find her lips pressed against the nubs. She quickly pulled away, and swam to the other side of the pool away from everyone.
Carly noticed something had happed, and turned to Freddie, who had now come to the surface, with a worried expression on his face.
"Er, what happened to Sam?" Carly asked.
"Oh, nothing…" Freddie said, still in a daze.
"Freddie! What happened to Sam!"
"I- Er…"
"Freddie!"
"Ok, Ok, she swam underwater into me, and we maybe, just maybe, touched lips?"
"Oh dear…"
"Yeah.."
"I'll go talk to her!" Carly swam over, but then realized she wasn't actually there anymore. She'd made a run for it. 'It' being the slide. When she got to the bottom, Carly stopped her.
"Sam!"
"Can't talk now, gotta run!" Sam said, running towards the slide again.
"One last time!" Carly instructed. Sam still hadn't yet finished her marathon of going down the slide. "We have reservations for bowling in half an hour!"
"But I like this slide!"
"You couldn't have realized that 2 hours ago?"
"Carly!"
"Just get up, and hurry up!"
"Okay..." Spencer and Freddie had already got out of the pool fifteen minutes ago, but Sam refused to go. Carly had to bribe her to. They were sat with Mrs. Benson at the top, and she seemed to be telling Freddie off. What has he done now? At that point, Sam came down the slide, and tried to slip in another go.
"Sam!"
"Just one more?"
"No!"
"Please?"
"No!"
"Okay..." She slowly trudged towards the pool door, Carly following. They got their stuff out of the lockers, showered, changed, and did their hair. After twenty minutes they were ready. The boys and Mrs. Benson were now in the doorway. They met up, and walked to the car to put in their stuff. They then walked across to the bowling, as it was right next door.
"What size shoe are you?" Carly asked Sam as they walked up to the counter, whilst Spencer was paying at the other.
"I am a size 6!" Sam said. Sam gave her shoes to the man, who exchanged them for blue, red and white striped ones, with black laces.
"Awesome!" She said happily. The man looked at her strangely.
"First time." Carly reassured. "Oh, and I'm a 5!" They all went through the process of getting their shoes, and then found their lane. It was the end one, number 25.
Sam was excited to start straight away. Everyone was playing except Mrs. Benson.
"Mum, I don't need them!"
"You do honey, who knows what them dangerously heavy balls could do to you!"
"Mum I'll be fine!"
"No you won't! Wear these or no bowling game!"
"Mum!"
"Freddie." Mrs. Benson said sternly. Freddie huffed, applying the knee pads and elbow pads. He saw Sam giving him an apologetic look. No, she wasn't smirking; she was actually feeling sorry for him. He smiled back; she bit her lip, and then turned round to Carly. She was entering their names into the system. Sam was first, and then Freddie, then Carly, then Spencer last.
"So, what do you actually do?" Sam asked.
"Well, you get the ball and swing it towards the pins, like that dude next to us!" Carly said happily, motioning towards the man next to them. She looked, and then copied his motions. She got a ball, and flung it towards it all. Strike!
"Sam! Well done!"
"Have I done it right?"
"Yeah! You got the best you can get! Well done!"
"But how else can you do it?"
"Watch Freddie!" Freddie got up from the bench, and got the same ball Sam had used. He rolled it towards the pins, and Strike! He got them all down, just like Sam had!
"Okay, that was not how I expected!" Carly said, huffing.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you were supposed to fail, so Sam could see!"
"Oh, sorry.."
"Your turn Carly!" Carly got the same ball again, and threw it. Slowly. The ball slowly went down the aisle, stopping at certain points. It then reached the pins, knocking down one.
"So that's what failing looks like!" Sam said, half in realization, half in mock.
"I did it to show you what it looks like!"
"Really?"
"No.." Carly bowled again, trying very hard. She knocked down five, but it still only totaled up to six. She frowned, but then sat down so Spencer could take his turn.
"I am amazing at this!" He announced. He threw the ball, knocking down half of them.
"Well done Spence!" The game continued. Sam got mainly strikes, with only a few flaws. Freddie was pretty good too. Carly and Spencer failed miserably, but they all laughed it off.
It was now 6 o'clock, and Freddie, Spencer, Carly, Sam and Mrs. Benson were packing up their stuff, just leaving the stuff out that they needed for the night. Even Sam was helping, and they were all looking forward to going home now, even though they had a blast in Cornwall.
"You girls done?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah!" They responded happily. Spencer took their bags and placed them near the door, though not too near. According to Mrs. Benson, that was a risk hazard. Everyone's was there, and they were all now done with the packing. They then realized (With Mrs. Benson's help) It was once again time for bed. Again. They got changed and ready, and got into bed.
"I can't believe the holidays over already!" Freddie said to no-one in particular.
"I know right? It seems like only a second ago we were on the plane here.." Carly said.
"Yeah." Sam said, sighing.
"Come on!" Carly said for the last time, frustrated now. Her two best friends were laid on the floor, refusing to wake up. Yeah, you heard it, they were on the floor. AGAIN.
"Bacon!" She cooed. No movement. Ok, that's odd... Then, she had an idea.
"Sam and Freddie are in loooooove!" She said, risking her life. As expected, they both sat up straight away. Ok, this is worrying.
"What did you say?" Sam said clueless.
"I said... BACON!" Carly said.
"Nub!" She said, noticing Freddie next to her. Also noticing she was on the floor. "I am so glad this is the last night! I can't take any more of this floor chiz!" Sam said, getting up.
"But there is no bacon..."
"Carly!"
"We have to get up! We're leaving in half an hour!" Carly said, only just remembering herself. Carly was already dresses, fully packed, and ready to go. Mrs. Benson and Spencer were also ready. The two got ready pretty quickly, and had their breakfast. It was only toast, since everything else was packed up.