Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Filipino drama called, "Your Song Presents: My Last Romance" and by a Filipino movie called, "Paano na Kaya". The storyline is pretty interesting, so stay tuned to see why!
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(Carly's POV)

There's a new kid in town, I think his name is Freddie Benson.

He's living just across my loft. I should probably meet him, but I have no idea what his personality is like.

Nervous, I left my loft, and knocked on Freddie's door.

He opens the door, and greets me, "Hello. Who are you?"

"Carly Shay. I live across the hall. I was wondering if I could show you around Seattle."

"Sure. I would love to see what is around here."

At the Groovy Smoothies....

"So, you're 16, have an overprotective mom, and you know mostly everything about technology," I confirmed.

"Yep. So, you want to do some sort of web show, is best friends with a bully, and your guardian is a sculptor and your brother......Wait, so you're not 16?" he said.

"I am 16!"

I finished my smoothie, then I lead Freddie back to Bushwell Plaza.

At Carly's loft.....

"Here's where I live!" I said.

"Wow, this is a nice place...."

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Of course I do." Freddie looked around and saw the Bottle Bot. "That's what your brother makes?" He pointed out.

"Yes. Spencer! Get over here! There's a guest!" I shouted.

Spencer ran out of his room and said, "Really? A guest?"

"No, I mean, he's new to the neighborhood," I replied.

"Ah, well, hello there, my name is Spencer Shay, Carly's older brother, and you are...."

"Freddie Benson. I live just across my hall."

"Ah."

"Well, I should get going, my mom might worry about me." Freddie dashed out of the loft, and Spencer went back to his bedroom.

Is it just me, or is Freddie hiding something?

Well, whatever the cause may be, he still seems nice.

Wait, what am I saying? Spencer would never let me date a guy like him, he's too....perfect.

I feel bad for him that he has an overprotective mom....

I need to get things straight. Tomorrow, I'm going to the park, just to make everything seem calm.

The next day....

Morning....It must be another day.

I did what I always do every morning, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, take a shower, fix my hair, and get dressed.

But this time, I'm only going to take my sketchpad and a pencil.

"Bye, Spencer, I'll be back in a few hours," I said while heading for the door.

"Okay."

I walked to the park.

I sat down on a bench, and tried to relax.

While I was zoned out, I felt my hand scribble on the paper.

What am I drawing? There's nothing in my mind except these words....

After a few minutes of scribbling, my I felt my hand finally stop.

I wonder what I drew...

I looked down on the paper, and I can't believe what I drew.

A perfect drawing of Freddie.

"Hey, is that me?" I heard.

I looked up and saw Freddie.

Then he took my sketchpad!

"Hey! Give me back my sketchpad!" I shouted.

I ran around the park, trying to get my sketchpad back.

When I caught up to him, I grabbed him by his shirt, and he stopped.

"Give back my sketchpad!" I said.

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

Out of nowhere, a police cop comes.

"What's the problem?" he asks.

"Well, he can't give me back my sketchpad!" I answered.

"Well, there's a drawing of me in there! I have the right to get the sketchpad!"

"If you two don't fix this problem, we're going to have to go to the police department and complain about each other," the cop points out.

While Freddie was explaining about having the drawing, I left the scene.
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(Freddie's POV)

"And that's why I want the sketchpad!" I finished off.

"Okay." The police officer walked away.

"As for you," I started to turn around. When I looked around, there was no one near me.

Hm, she must have left. Now, everyone's going to find out all about me!

I ran back to the Bushwell Plaza.

I unlocked the door to my loft, then closed the door quickly.

"What's wrong?" Marissa questions.

"The girl named Carly Shay drew a picture of me. I didn't get the drawing, and now everyone will know about my secret!" I explained.

"Aw, don't worry. Maybe she won't show anyone that drawing."

"How would I know? I don't even go to school!" I said.

"Well, try to see what she's going to do. Her brother isn't a painter, is he?"

"I have no idea." I sat on the couch.

"I hope she does completely nothing about that drawing," I added.

"Freddie, why don't you just sleep? Fix this problem in the morning. Your not going to run out of time. You're not going to die until I find a cure on your disease," she responded.

"Let's face it, I'm never gonna die! Your not even my mom. Your just acting like you are. My last name is certainly not Benson. My first name is not really Freddie. My real first name is.... Eh, forget it. I'll think about it later...." I headed for "my" bedroom.

I'm going to try sleep tonight, as this situation swirls around my mind......