This time, I've written something a little different from the usual.

I was inspired to write this by a video by ZoeeEverythinggSeddie. So, this one is for her.

Please enjoy.

Like a boomerang, it kept coming back. Freddie has been having this weird thought, over and over again. He tried to focus on his laptop, but that thought kept finding a way back to his head.

"That tears it!" He said, placing his laptop beside him. He was having trouble sleeping for the past 2 days because of that thought. He had to put an end to it.

He decided to go to Carly's apartment and talk to the only person he could talk to about weird things: Spencer.

He knocked on the Shay's apartment door and Carly opened it.

"Hey, Freddie. What's up?" Carly greeted him.

"Not much, just some stuff... Is Spencer home?" He replied.

"Yeah, he is, want me to call him?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Yeah!" He stated in a higher tone of voice, rather obviously. Carly looked saddened my his outburst. "Sorry, I've been having trouble sleeping..."

"Oh... Spencer, Freddie's here! He'll be right here." Carly informed. Freddie chuckled at her remark. Sometimes, it seemed that Carly was the older of the two.

"Yo, Freddo. What do you need?" Spencer greeted him, cleaning his hands with a dishrag.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something..." Freddie started.

"Is it about the smell of a Portuguese Water Dog?" Spencer commented.

"No, why would I be thinking about that?" Freddie interjected.

"I don't know... Anyway, what is it?"

"Well," Freddie began, "I've been having this weird thought about something, and everytime I try to focus on something else, it comes back after about 8 seconds. Exactly 8 seconds!"

"That is weird..., but what can I do about it?" Spencer commented.

"Do you know a way to make this go away?" Freddie pleaded. (A/N: The rhyme was not intentional.)

"You know, maybe I do... You see, in my 72 hours of Law School, I dated a girl who wanted to be a psychologist." Freddie raised his eyebrow as if saying 'How is that possible?' "Don't ask. And I had a similar predicament and she told me to write my thought and to develop it."

"But what if I can't think of anything to write?" Freddie said.

"Oh, just focus on the subject that's bothering you and the words will show up."

"That might actually work..." Freddie thought out loud. "Thanks, once, you actually gave good advice."

"Anytime. But, what is the sub... What is that supposed to mean?" Spencer said, upset.

"I won't tell you!" Freddie replied, opening the door to his home.

As soon as Freddie reached his room, he put gis "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. Of course, being Mrs. Benson's son, his sign included a little more text. It read "Do Not Disturb, and No, Mom, I'm Not Doing Anything I Shouldn't."

"He said 'write the thought and develop it', so let's do this!" He sat in his bed and placed the laptop back on his lap. Then he opened Pear WritePad and typed "Sam".

*15 minutes later*

Freddie looked in disbelief at what he had created in the last 15 minutes. He knew he was a creative guy, but this completely surpassed him. Spencer's advice was, for once, helpful. Still not believing, he did the only thing he could do, print the document. If he really wrote that, he'd see text on the paper. He clicked File and then Print. He did write it.

He read the text again, Amazed at what he wrote. That text fit perfectly into the thought in his head. He then yawned. It was a good sign, it meant he was getting sleepy, so he decided to fold the piece of paper and place it on the bedside table and call it a night. As soon as he got on the bed, he fell asleep.

Next chapter you will find what Freddie wrote.

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