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I was frozen in place, standing in the middle of the sidewalk in front of the Groovy Smoothie. Rain was trickling down my forehead, and I could feel my clothes and hair getting damp, but I still couldn't move. The shock still hadn't worn off from Sam's words…
I had given up trying to chase Sam down by this point. She obviously didn't want to talk this out, at least not yet. I hoped she went back to my apartment. Some overprotective dotting from my mother would help her; I can tell that it has been ever since we got switched. I couldn't help but wonder when and how and why Sam was… I can't even say it. It's too wrong and disgusting for me.
My stomach drops as I remember that I'm not Freddie right now, I'm still Sam. I'm still inside her body… a body that has had another person inside it as well. I shudder at the memories of the night he almost got to me, thinking about how something like this could have happened to Sam. The fear defeated me when I was in the bedroom with Harry, I can only imagine what went through Sam's mind when it happened to her, and the man when through with it.
I gritted my teeth, angry that she hadn't even told me who it was. If I knew, I'd kill him. Simple as that.
The longer I stood in place, pondering thoughts well beyond my maturity level, the more soaked my clothes became. I soon realized I needed to find shelter from the rain, and fast. The first thought I had, was to run under the awning that extended over the front door of the Groovy Smoothie. It kept the rain off my back, but now I was shivering in the cold night air.
I needed to go home.
I can't go home, at least not to Sam's home. I know the dangers of lurking around there for too long now, and definitely won't be stopping by anytime soon unless I absolutely have to for one reason or another. I wrapped Sam's small arms around myself, moving back and forth on the balls of my feet to keep warm. I could go inside the Groovy Smoothie and hang out for a while until it closes, I'm sure T-Bo wouldn't mind. But that's the problem, the place will eventually close. I'll be forced out here again, with no place to go.
After a short debate with myself, I finally decide to go with that plan and linger inside the Groovy Smoothie until closing time. At least it's warm in there, and I'm positive I could hustle a free drink out of T-Bo. The moment I walked in, I could hear whispers and hushed voices drowning out the sound of the bell ringing above me. I released a sad sigh, trudging through the room towards the back where the bathrooms were located. My shoes squeaked with each step, and I could hear water dripping off of my hair and splattering onto the floor.
When I made it to the bathroom, I immediately began grabbing paper towels to try and dry myself off a little more. I didn't even take time to close the door before I started frantically trying to squeegee out my hair.
A sudden knock from behind me caused me to jump, but when I looked in the mirror and eventually turned around, I saw only T-Bo. He was holding an orange towel in his arms, along with a Groovy Smoothie tee shirt.
"H-hey, T-Bo." I greeted him with a small wave, my teeth chattering while my body continued to shake.
He smirked, "I saw you out there talking to that Benson boy. Looked like you guys had some problems."
I shrugged my shoulders, bouncing on the balls of my feet again to get warm, "We're fine… Sam—I mean, Freddie told me something really bad and… it's complicated."
"Well," T-Bo nodded, giving me another smile, "You stood out there in the rain waiting for him to come back. That's dedication. Like what I do with my fruits before I make a smoothie—"
"Look, dude. No offense, but I really don't care about fruits or smoothies." I bit out, my inner-Sam showing herself.
He frowned, "Whatever… do you want these?"
He extended his arms holding the towel and shirt to me, and I gladly accepted. I almost dropped the shirt as I brought the towel around my shoulders, hugging it to my chest. The warmth spread through my body I moments, and I was thanking T-Bo gratefully seconds later.
"Thank you… so much." I smiled up at him, while he waved me off.
"Oh, anything for young love." T-Bo replied simply, "Are you gonna want a smoothie too?"
I swallowed, "I don't have any money…"
"So? Nobody else is here anymore. You ran all the rest of my customers off with your little entrance there." He sighed.
"Sorry about that… I didn't mean to."
"It's cool, blondie." He waved me off again, "So, Strawberry Splat?"
I sighed, "Sure."
"Awesome!" T-Bo jumped and ran from the doorway to the bathroom, while I shut the door quickly behind him.
I felt a lot better once I had my wet tee shirt off, and the oversized Groovy Smoothie shirt on. It was warmer, and I almost smiled at that fact. I wrapped my hair with the towel before leaving the restroom, knowing how long it always took Sam to dry her hair back when our bodies were normal.
"Yo!" T-Bo's loud voice startled me, "You want your smoothie?"
I grinned, taking the Styrofoam cup from him eagerly, "Yeah."
I began to slurp the sugary goodness, savoring the taste in my mouth before I looked up at T-Bo again, "You mind if I hang out here for a while?"
"Naw, as long as you're gone when I lock up."
"When will that be?" I asked sadly.
He shrugged, "Probably half-an-hour or so."
I sighed and nodded in understanding, realizing I'd need to find somewhere else to stay later. T-Bo gave me an odd look, but shrugged and returned to cleaning the counter and whatever else he needed to do before closing. My eyes wandered across the room to the table Carly, Sam, and I always sat at upon our visits here. Part of me wanted to sit there, and maybe feel a little better, but then I remembered how broken our friendship was now, and how I was beginning to feel less hopeful for things to change.
With a grunt, I plopped down on a barstool in front of a table that was propped up against a large window. I watched rain droplets slide down the glass, slurping away at my smoothie absentmindedly. My thoughts began to go awry again, and I found myself staring at my reflection in the window.
I wonder how often she goes through this. It can't be too much since she's over at Carly's most of the time, but I know there are some nights that she eventually has to make her way home in order to keep Carly from worrying. I bet she never goes home. I wouldn't want to go to my house if I had a mom like Sam's, along with scumbag boyfriends to deal with.
There have been certain instances when I remember Sam leaving Carly's at night, and returning the next morning wearing the same clothes from the day before, only much dirtier. Her hair was always matted and there were deep bags under her eyes that seemed to be from lack of sleep. Before Carly or I could ask, she'd crack a joke about her mom or her cat, before asking Carly if she could borrow some clothes and take a shower.
If only we'd pressed on a little more, or asked her a few more questions, maybe we could have saved her.
"Puckett?" I heard T-Bo's voice from somewhere.
I looked up and saw him holding his keys in one hand, and a jacket in the other, "Oh."
"You can keep the shirt if you want," He said as I handed him the now wet towel, "It's an older one."
I smiled sadly, "Thanks."
He nodded, "No problem, kid."
With a pained sigh, I slid out of the stool and walked towards the entrance. Before leaving, I dropped my now empty Styrofoam cup in a trashcan. I lingered in the doorway for a moment, feeling utterly helpless and lost, but T-Bo didn't seem to notice. He simply locked the door behind us before waving goodbye to me and walking down the sidewalk to his van.
When I stepped out onto the wet pavement, the first thing I noticed was that it was no longer raining. I guess that's a good thing. It'll make wandering the streets aimlessly tonight a little easier…
"Fredward Benson!" I jumped at the loud screech I heard upon opening the door to Freddie's apartment, "Where have you been?"
I bit my lip, in search of some kind of diligent answer, but I couldn't come up with one. Mrs. Benson sighed, grabbing my arm and leading me into the living room of the apartment, sitting me down on the couch angrily.
Right when I began to think she might hit me, she completely surprised me by pulling me up in a hard embrace. I grimaced at the massive amount of contact, grunting as I felt my air being cut off.
"Oh, Freddie! I was so worried about you!" She exclaimed, finally releasing me, "It started raining and I was so scared something happened to you!"
I wasn't used to this kind of treatment at all, but I tried to go with it in a way Freddie would.
"I-I'm okay, Mom. I just got caught up in the rain on the way home." I sighed, forcing a smile to show her I truly was okay.
"Well thank heavens for that!" Mrs. Benson cried, hugging me tightly again.
While she was hugging me, I heard a weird howling sound coming from somewhere far away, and the moment I thought I might know the source, she let go of me.
"Mom?" I tried to sound more convincing.
Mrs. Benson smiled bigger, "Freddie, I have great news!"
I gulped, "What is it?"
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me out of the living room and into her bedroom. Sprawled out across her bed, wearing his doorman uniform, was Lewbert.
"Lewb, honey?" Mrs. Benson nudged him slightly, "I think it's time we tell Freddie the good news."
Lewbert sat up on the bed, scratching the back of his head, "Well, alright. Go on and tell him, Marissa."
I clenched my fists, preparing for the worst.
"Lewbert and I... we're getting married, Fredward." Mrs. Benson said with a sweet smile, taking his hand in hers, "And that's not all…"
I was already in shock at the fact that they dated, but now they're getting married? What else could Mrs. Benson have to say… other than...?
"You're going to be a big brother," She continued after a moment, locking her gaze with mine.
My face fell, and I had to hold in the urge not to scream. This wasn't even my family but I could feel the pain in my heart that told me Freddie wouldn't be able to handle this. This is too much, too soon.
"You're… you're pregnant?" I choked out, shaking my head in disbelief as she nodded hers.
"We're going to be a big happy family, Freddie." She breathed, releasing Lewbert's hand and walking towards me.
She leaned down to my ear and whispered something so low only I could hear it.
"I told you we didn't need your dad to be happy."
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