Halo fellow seddiers! What's happening on the other end of the intronet? No, really? You're kidding? Ugh, oh no she didn't! She better ask somebody? Who do you look like to her? Boo boo the foo?

This is my entry for SmartBabe's seddie challange. Hope you enjoyy (:

Carly

I.

Am.

A.

Murderer.

"Technically, it's manslaughter, since you didn't try and kill him intentionality," Sam said matter of factly. Whether or not she was trying to make me feel better, or make me feel worse, I wasn't sure.

Freddie Benson just jumped in front of a taco truck.

Sounds far out right? Now let me tell you the crazy part: That truck he jumped in front of? Yeah. He did it to save me. Yes. You read me right.

He pushed me out of the way from the truck.

The truck that was going to hit ME.

And he got hit instead.

I.

Feel.

Awful.

"Don't feel awful kiddo!" Spencer tried to reassure me. "The doctor says there's only a few minor injuries. Nothing fatal."

It doesn't matter if he's going to be fine.

It doesn't matter if he comes out without a scratch.

Freddie jumped in front of that bus to save me, and hurt himself.

I'm responsible.

It's my fault for not watching where I was walking.

For not looking both ways like Spencer taught me.

"You know, I'm very disappointed in you Carly Shay! You've always been known to look both ways when crossing the street! Now look where you've gotten us!" Ms. Benson scolded me like she was my mother, which she's not, thank the Lord.

I feel like crying.

I want to fall on the floor into the fetal position and cry my eyes out until I have no more water left in my system.

But I don't.

Not a tear falls, no matter how hard I try.

I.

Am.

Heartless.

Sam

I feel bad for the girl. Carly, I mean. She's so upset.

What? I know Freddie's in the emergency room right now unconscious getting surgery or whatever but hey, I'm pretty sure I've beaten Freddie worse then a fractured arm and leg. He'll walk a little bit, shake it off, be back to normal in a week or three.

It's Carly who needs the worrying. She's babbling on and on about it being her fault Freddie's hurt and that he's going to die and that if he dies, she's going to commit suicide.

You know something's wrong when the Tortured Soul is telling Ms. Peppy Pants not to kill herself.

I can't believe she's beating herself up so much about this.

She acts like she pushed him into the street.

It's not her fault, therefore, although Freddie's crazy mom would beg to differ, they can't hold her responsable.

If I was Carly, I would just be happy I don't have to skip town.

Freddie

My head hurts like hell. My arm right arm hurts like hell. My left leg hurts like ... well, you get the point. I'm in a lot of pain and I'm in a hospital bed and I have no idea why.

And to top it all off, a bunch of crazy strangers are staring at me through the room window.

The one to the far right is tall with long-ish black hair that looks like he spent a lot of time on, but the rest of his appearance says he's much too lazy and laid back for that sort of conceitedness. The next one resembles the first, long black hair and large eyes, but much younger. It's a girl. Pretty too. Looks very ... neat and put together.

Then there's a taller woman. Brown hair, brown eyes, wrinkles.

Someone's mom I'm guessing.

And the last one to the far left, who's eating what looks like hickory smoked ribs, sauce smothering her hands and face. She's cute. Like, really cute. Like, I-Think-I-Lost-My-Number-Can-I-Borrow-Yours cute. Blonde. Petite. Just the way I like them. Well, sort of. I don't really have a type of girl I prefer, but what guy doesn't like blondes? A crazy guy, I say.

All of them, this strange assortment of people, are staring at me. The dark haired guy with sympathy. The dark haired girl and the brown haired woman looking as if they are approaching tears. And the blonde ... well actually she wasn't looking at me at all. She was trying to say something to one of them, which I guessed was the tall, dark haired guy, because he turned to her and did something that looked like scolding, then pointed at me animatedly.

Okay. This was really getting weird.

Oh, and can someone please tell me:

Why on Earth am I in the hospital?

Spencer

When the nurse came out and informed us that Freddie was awake, everyone's once gloomy/hungry moods were just a little bit more chipper.

"Well, can we visit him?" Carly asked hopefully. The nurse's smile faded away and she looked at Carly with sad eyes. Which, in retalliatoin, caused Carly to match her sad eyes. "What?"

"The good news is he's awake and only has minor injuries. The bad news is he's experiencing slight amnesia, so he's kind of out of it. As not to overwhelm him, only one person can visit him at a time. The rest of you may sit in the waiting area."

"So ... who's up first?" Sam asked, followed by silence and exchanging of glances.

"Ha. I got this. I'm basically Freddie's best guy friend, he could never forget me," I said proudly. The nurse raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was kind of cute.

"I can see why..." She said walking away. I'm not sure, but I think I detected a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She totally digs me.

"Ugh! Excuse me? I'm his mother, if he's going to remember anyone, it's me!" Ms. Benson and I squared off and stared at each other viciously. I heard the old western showdown music playing in my head. It made me feel a whole lot cooler.

"Ugh. Okay. All those in favor of Spencer going first-" Sam said sounding bored. She and Carly both raised their hands, and I quickly followed their lead. "All those in favor of Ms. Benson?"

Ms. Benson raised her hand. And Ms. Benson alone. "Alright then. Spencer's our guy." Sam said as her and Carly started to walk to the waiting area.

"Wha-Wait a minute! He's my son I don't have to have anyone vote for me to see him! I'm responsible for him, I'm paying the hospital bill!" Yeah, see, Ms. Benson is talking? But no one's really listening. I think the world's a much better place when that way.

I opened the room's door slightly, then knocked on it and stuck my head inside, just so he would know it was me. From the look on his face, I'm pretty sure he did.

Freddie

So, I'm about to fall asleep, since I'm laying in a hospital bed without reason, my arm and leg aching with pain, when some do da decides he wants to knock on the door, then let himself in anyway. It's tall with long dark hair.

"Hey there, buddy!" He was talking to me like I was a 4 year old. He walked in and stood over me on my right side.

"Uhh ... Sup dude," I said, not knowing what else to say. Apparently this is the answer he was hoping for, because he grabbed the air and pulled it into like he just one his 23rd game of Scrabble in the annual state competition. He then noticed the way I was looking at him, and cleared his throat.

"So, um, how you feeling?" He asked, starting to talk to me more like an adult. "Your body hurting?"

"Ughh, like crazy. You have no idea." I groaned and moved the leg I could without feeling excruciating pain, from it's previous position. He looked down at me with sympathy again. That kind of pissed me off. I don't want this guy, this strangers sympathy. Not only do I not want it, but I don't need it.

"Look, you don't needa feel bad for me, alright? I'm not gonna die. I'll be fine," I told him firmly. "At least that's what the nurse told me ... "

"Oh, no worries! I have total and complete faith that you will be back to normal in no time. It's just ... I'm just not used to seeing you this way kiddo ..." And I'm not used to seeing you at all. What was this guy talking about?

"Um ... alright ... " He looked out the room window and I followed his gaze to see the old brown haired lady staring at us through it.

"Whoa ... who's that old bag?" I asked him seriously. This guy seemed pretty cool, and I saw younger girls, but what's up with the old lady?

"Um ... you're kidding, right?" He said laughing. Why was he laughing? I wasn't kidding! I was being serious! The old lady tapped her watch vigorously, apparently gesturing for him to hurry up. He rolled his eyes, but nodded, then patted me on the shoulder.

"Alright kiddo. I gotta go. It's the uh, bag's turn." I turned my head to him immediately after hearing those words to clarify if he was joking or mistaken. He smiled at me sympathetically again, then he nodded and started to walk out.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on! I mean, you're ... cool ... I guess, but I don't want no old lady just walkin' up in here like she-"

He shut the door without looking back once. I darted my eyes from the door to the window again, where the old lady gets all frantic and starts to walk to my door.

Oh crap.

She busted into the room like she was the police bursting into a crime scene, tears running down her face and ran straight to hug me. Salty water all over me. Brown hair in my mouth. Loud wailing in my ears.

This old lady wasn't on my Strangers I Actually Like List list.

All she did was cry. She started to try and say something, but I couldn't understand her because she was crying so hard. So she was wailing some sort of something at me, kissing my head and running her fingers through my hair.

It all would have been really creepy if she hadn't had said, "Oh Fredward! Sweetheart, I'm so sorry! I hope you can forgive me! I always vowed to keep you from any harm! I'm such a bad mother!"

And then it hit me.

"... Mom ... Mom?" I said, little bits and pieces of childhood memories starting to flood back. She unwrapped me from the never ending hug long enough to stare at me.

"Sweetheart?" She asked, her nose all stuffy. It was like the light bulb went off in my head then flickered off. Because I know she's my mom. But I still don't know why I'm in the hospital or who the other randoms are. Family I guess?

"Mom! Mom!" I hugged her this time, and she started wailing again. But I didn't care. For a while I was starting to feel really lonely, but now I know I have my mom with me to hold me and tell me it's going to be okay.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's gonna be okay honey, trust me. Shh. Shh."

Yeah. I'm a mama's boy.

Be jealous.

Carly

When Ms. Benson rushed out of Freddie's room, I took that as my cue that it was my turn.

"Okay Carly," I said to myself out loud. "Just go in there. Tell him your sorry."

I walked into the room slowly. He turned his head and looked at me expectantly. I just stood there, silent.

"Oh. Hello there." I stared at him with a blank expression. What was wrong with me? I just had a plan all ready and the second I walk in, it's gone.

"Um ... how are you?" He tried again. I opened my mouth. I tried to speak. Say something. But nothing came out. It was like I didn't know English anymore. I couldn't utter the words, even though I was thinking them at that very moment. Finally, he looked away from me and instead looked at the ceiling.

"Oh boy ..." Alright. It was time for me to suck it up.

"I-Hi. Freddie. Nice to see you ... Alive," I added quickly, gulping nervously. Since when do I get nervous around Freddie? "Like, you have no idea how nice it is."

"It's nice to see you alive too ... " I'm not sure. But I think it was a joke. I commended him for trying to light the mood with a nod, but that's all. I'm just way too jaded to find anything amusing.

"Look, Freddie ... I ... I just want to say I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so, so fucking sorry and thank you. Thank you for ... for everything. I don't deserve a friend like you." I placed my hand on the one that wasn't in a cast, and smiled at him.

Oh right. Now the tears come.

"Hey, hey, don't cry! It's all good! Everything's cool!" He cooed, his voice soothing. But it wasn't. Everything wasn't okay.

"Oh Freddie! If it wasn't for me, none of this would be happening, none of us would be here! Me, Spencer, Sam, your mom, you! I'm so sorry Freddie! It's all my fault ... It's all my fault ..." I cried, collapsing onto his hospital bed and crying into his shoulder.

"Wait a sec ... did you just say if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here?" Freddie asked me suspiciously. I sat up and looked at him and nodded, my face puffy from tears.

"You ... You put me here? It's you're fault I'm here?" He said, starting to raise his voice and starting to scare me.

"Wait ... wait ... Freddie you're miss understanding-"

"How dare you come in here and sit on my hospital bed, perfectly healthy and fine, and tell me you're sorry? And then expect me to accept your apology? What kind of sick person are you?" Freddie looked at me with so much disdain it stung. I felt my heart break, right inside my chest.

"I-I don't know ... I don't know ... " I murmured mostly to myself. "Freddie I ..."

"Get out," He spat, clenching his jaw.

"But I-"

"Get. Out."

" ... Freddie ... " I tried to lay my hand on his again but he pulled it away.

"Now."

I stood up, frightened by the unfamiliar firmness of his voice. Then walked to the door. "I'm so sorry," I whispered one last time. Then I left, and shut the door behind me.

"Hey, how'd it go Carls?" Sam asked me anxiously. She was now eating a bucket of chicken I don't remember her bringing in the first place.

"Freddie hates me."

"What? Why would he-"

"And with good reason," I said, ignoring Sam. "I put him in the hospital. He almost died. I would hate me too."

And with that.

I walked out of the hospital.

Alright. I know that seemed like it was really long but, I didn't want to push anything to a second chapter that I didn't have to. Which yes, implies that there's going to be a second chapter. Hope that's allowed SmartBabe ... Well. Even if it isn't. This is a pretty good story ;)

Oh and just a little extra. Yes, there was a little profanity in this story (sorry if you didn't like it) I don't usually use profanity because I don't really feel it's needed. And, I like to keep the characters IN character and I doubt any of them would really speak badly (well maybe Sam :P) unless put in this type of situation. E.G. Carly being super depressed and feeling totally crappy for landing Freddie in the Holly spitt alley. Haha. Sorry. The hospital. So yeah. Yeah.

... Yeah.

~LOLS