Chapter 22 - Epilogue (Freddie's POV)

10 years later...

Location: the Marshall Islands

I was sitting on a long island beach looking out over the ocean. Tropical wind blew through my hair. ten years had passed since I was a teenage fugitive. But now I was twenty six and living the good life.

Yeah, the island I was sitting on? I owned it. Normally, foreigners aren't aloud to own islands. But when I came here, it turns out they were pretty thrilled to have someone who was awesome with tech stuff. I made millions every day. So I bought an island.

I owned a beach house on my island. There were people who took care of it for me.

I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt. You know, like those really ugly ones tourists wear? Since I was on the beach, I was wearing swimming trunks. My brown flip flops laid next to my lounge chair. I let my hair get a bit longer than it had been before. My hair was a little lighter because I was in the sun every day and it got bleached. I was wearing my favorite black sunglasses.

Next to me, Sam smiled. It was amazing we had stayed together all these years. But we weren't married or anything. We didn't think it was necessary. Sam was wearing a black bikini with black sunglasses. She had let her hair grow out. Sam was still more beautiful than anyone I had ever seen.

Six months ago the doctor told us Sam was pregnant. Okay, just to be clear: it was a total accident. But then again, having a child would only bring Sam and I closer and I already loved the kid. Our child was going to be a girl. She'd probably act just like Sam. We were going to name her Marissa - after my mom.

Achilles walked up to us with a tray of food and drinks. "Would you like something to eat or drink?" he asked.

Well, since Achilles had helped me, I decided to hire him. He made a good living and lived in a hut on my island not far from my beach house. He was like our waiter. "No thanks, Achilles, but feel free to help yourself to anything you want," I said.

"Thank you, sir," Achilles smiled.

"Achilles, how many times must I tell you? Please, call me Freddie. Just because you work for me doesn't mean I'm not you friend," I told him.

"Right. Sorry, Freddie," Achilles said.

After Achilles walked away, I grabbed Sam's hand and smiled at her. "I had my doubts, Freddie. But we really pulled this off," Sam said.

"I know," I sighed.

My phone started ringing in my pocket. I flipped it open, "Ello?"

"Hey, Freddie. How ya been?" Carly Shay asked.

"Carly!" I looked at my watch. "And just on time. So you're up for parole, right?"

"Yeah. Actually, we all are. How long has it been? Ten years? And we're finally up for parole," Carly told me.

"Man, I can't believe they kept you guys in that shit hole for ten years," I said.

"I know. I've spent so much time in here, I don't even remember being free," Carly muttered.

"Well, just tell me how much bail is and I'll send the money."

"For each of us, it's ten thousand dollars," Carly said.

"So sixty thousand? I'll send it by tomorrow. Then I'll pay for a boat to bring you guys over here, okay?"

"That would be nice. This girl in the cell next to me keeps stalking me. I beat her up yesterday," Carly said.

Yeah, I know, what happened to the nice Carly? She went to jail. Over the years, Carly had gotten to call someone for good behavior. She'd call and remind me about her bail date. Carly, Spencer, Gibby, and the look alikes got ten years in prison without the possibility of bail.

"So how have you been, Carly?" I asked.

"As good as you can be in jail. This place is the pits," Carly scoffed.

"Is that Carly?" Sam cut in.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"Can I talk to her?" Sam asked.

"Listen, Freddie, tell Sam I would love to talk to her, but they're telling me to get off the phone. I only get five minutes," Carly told me.

"I'll tell her. And I will send the money tomorrow." I hung up. "She said they were telling her to get off the phone. But she said that she would love to talk to you."

Sam nodded sadly. "Did you tell her about Marissa?" Sam put a hand on her stomach.

"No. I'm sending their bail tomorrow. I'll get them a boat that will take them here. We'll see them again soon," I smiled.

I missed our friends. They had given up their freedom for our's. Willingly. They would join us soon. "Good. I kinda wanted to tell Carly myself anyway." Sam shrugged.

"Achilles!" I yelled.

Achilles came running toward us. "What's up, Freddie?" he asked.

"When is lunch going to be ready? Oh, and call Benny and see if he has a boat open," I said.

"Sure. May I ask why?" Achilles asked.

"I'm going to bail some old friends out of jail. I want them to stay with me. I own them that much," I told Achilles.

Achilles nodded. "I see. I'll make a few calls."

He ran off to the house."It'll be nice to see our old friends, won't it?" I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

"Totally. I can't wait to catch up with Carly...I've missed them all so much," Sam told me.

"Yeah. It's going to be great. Would you like it if they lived with us?"

Sam nodded. "Carly and I could shop as much as we want!"

I frowned. "You two would make my money disappear."

Sam laughed and ruffled my hair. "No, we wouldn't. Just a lot of your money!"

"You are not making me feel better."

"Oh, don't be such a cheapo."

"I'm not!"

"Me thinks you are lying."

I made a face and crossed my arms. Sam laughed at me. Suddenly a blast of wind hit me and knocked me off my chair. Sand got in my mouth and I tried to spit it out. "Gross!" I growled.

"You're such a nub! I almost feel bad for this baby because you're her dad!" Sam laughed.

"If you weren't pregnant, I'd pull you down here with me," I mumbled.

"I may be pregnant, but I could still take you," Sam smiled devilishly at me.

I got on my knees and put my hand on Sam's chair. "Sure you could."

Sam smiled and cupped my face with her hands. She kissed me. I kissed her back and put my hand behind her head. I opened one of my eyes and looked at the sand. With my free hand, I scooped up some sand in my palm. Then I dropped it over Sam's head.

She pulled back. "Freddie! You jerk!" Sam pushed me so I fell back on the sand. Say what you will about pregnant women, but Sam could still hit like a boxer.

"What?" I laughed.

"You got sand in my hair! Now I have to take another shower!" Sam cried.

"Oh, but you love me anyway," I smiled.

Sam's face softened. "Yeah. But you're still a jerk."

I pulled myself back on my chair and watched the water. Achilles was suddenly standing next to me. "Benny has a boat ready."

"Wonderful," I said. "Sam, I'll be at the house for a little bit. Do you want to stay down here?"

"I'll just come to the house with you," Sam sighed.

I helped her stand up and we walked to the house. It's not like our house was a mansion or anything. But it wasn't a normal sized house. The keys to the vault hung around my neck. I opened my vault. I hide it behind a picture on the wall in my office.

I pulled out sixty thousand dollars. After I shut the vault, I gave the money to Achilles and told him to get on a plane for the next flight to America. I gave him the address to the jail our friends were at. He was to pay the bail and take our friends on Benny's boat which would be at my island by sunset the next day.

Achilles did as I said and caught the next plane to America.

the next day, sunset...

Benny's boat was just coming into view. The sunset was so beautiful. Sam and I were standing on the edge of the island. She was excited to see Carly. Sam had been jumpy all day - which was nice because usually she has mood swings. Not fun.

"I can't wait," she whispered.

I was standing behind Sam. She was wearing a red dress. It was something I had bought her when she got pregnant with Marissa. I rested my head on Sam's shoulder. Her right hand was placed on her belly. I put my hand over her's.

Sam turned her head so she was looking at me. "I don't think I've told you, but I'm really happy that we're going to have this baby," I told her.

She smiled and kissed me. I didn't put sand on her hand this time. This moment was perfect. I had never dreamed that I would be making out with Sam Puckett on an island in the Marshall Islands that I owned. I wrapped my arms around Sam's belly and broke the kiss. "I love you," I told her.

"I love you too," Sam said.

Benny's boat's horn went off. Carly's voice came over a loud speaker, "Break it up!"

Sam and I laughed. The boat was getting closer. We would be reunited with our friends in minutes. I thought about so many things. Would my mom be proud I was her son? I doubted it. But I was happy and that's all the mattered.

I loved being a fugitive.

Author's note: That's it people! I think the ending was cheesy because every time I read it I remember watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and at the end of a movie one of them said "God, I love being a turtle!" All well.

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

If anyone has ideas for a new seddie story leave me a review about it. Sorry, but I'm out of ideas for seddie stories except one...but that has to deal with Freddie or Sam being on drugs and he would end up dying in the end...so unless you like that...never mind...

-Angel of Darkness1337

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