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Day (1)

It was way too early for the sun to be out. Seriously, who the hell does Sun think he is? A very disgruntled Freddie Benson awoke from his sleepy, and hungover, state to the pungent smell of bacon and eggs. Though he could make out orange light through his eyelids, Freddie refused to get out of bed just yet. He buried his face deeper into the pillow, savouring the warmth in his comforters that kept the cold outside as the sizzling sound of grease bubbles popping surrounded him. In a strange way, it was rather calming. Breathing in a big sigh, Freddie slowly got up and blinked, adjusting to the light. Man, Mom's going to kill me...He thought, as he washed his face and brushed his teeth. Freddie Benson, being the usually very responsible and in control teen he was, accidentally over did it at Wendy's party last night. Last he remembered, he was doing the 'Thriller' with a then sober Sam and Carly. He didn't even remember when or how he got home.

Freddie nervously bit his lip as he walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. "Er, morning Mom."

"Well, good mornin' to you too, Fredpuss!" Said a very cheerful Sam Puckett as she took off her 'Kiss The Cook' apron.

"Wha- Sam? What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, quickly pulling the T-Shirt he had brought over his head.

Sam helped herself to a heaping mount of bacon, "You should be damn glad I'm here, you party animal, you." She stated bluntly. "Note the sarcasm. Dude, you were totally out of it last night! I had to drive you over here before they stuck your hand in a bowl of warm water or somethin' again."

Freddie blushed, for that little myth had been performed on him once before. Unfortunately, it worked. Let's just say he'll never get those pictures, videos, tweets etc. offline even if he tried. "Yeah...Sorry about that. So what? You and Carly didn't, you know, have as much fun as I did or..?"

"Carly left early because Spencer lit something on fire again." Sam rolled her eyes, "And she made me promise to look after you. Nub."

"Oh...Thanks, Sam." He said awkwardly. "For saving me from humiliation."

She raised an eyebrow. "No, no, no. I didn't miss the last major High School party before graduation for you, Benson. I did it because I had promised Carls. We clear?"

Freddie shrugged, "I beg to differ."

"Well, don't." She said biting a piece off of the poor bacon strip, "I have to say, though, it was kinda fun bringing you home. You're a funny drunk." Sam laughed to herself.

"What did I say? Or, more importantly, what did I do?"

Sam beamed. "Hmm, many things. Many, many things. But I'll list Mama's personal favourites. First, I think you made it clear to everyone that you are indeed a 'Goofy Goober Rawk!'." Freddie groaned and slipped into a chair, "No one on the dance floor will ever be able to listen to 'Thriller' without thinking of you, you tried to eat my hair, you"-

"Woah, wait, hold on!" He interupted, "I tried to consume your hair?" He asked, shocked.

"Yeah, you said it was the best spaghetti ever, until I kicked you in the groin, of course."

Freddie's ears perked up. "No wonder it hurts!"

Sam shrugged, "Your fault, not mine."

"I wasn't in my right mind!" He defended himself.

"And that's your fault." Sam retorted, "Can I continue? Thank You. Let's see...Oh! You said we were like Spider-man and Mary Jane!"

He felt his face flush, "And, um, why is that funny?" He asked nervously.

"You were Mary Jane and I was Spider-man. And the way you were babbling like a girl while you said it just added to the ridiculousness." She chuckled at the memory. "Anyways, I decided I'd crash here for the night. After all, you were spewing out chucks of God knows what till 3 this morning. I kinda figured I had to."

"So you're saying you took care of me?" Freddie asked, teasingly. It's always fun to have the advantage over your 'enemy'.

"Psh, in your dreams." Sam spat back.

Freddie helped himself to a plate of breakfast as well, "Uh-huh. Sure."

"Quit that sarcastic tone, mister! I took care of you because I was asked. And because I didn't want the place to smell like puke!" Sam scrunched up her nose, and as almost an over thought said, "Besides, this just means that you owe me."

"Excuse me?"

"You owe me big time, Benson." Sam said, smiling deviously.

He groaned, "Well that's just damn peachy."

And actually, it was. Returning a favour for Sam, after all, would mean that they'd be spending quite some time together untill this debt is repaid. Which was brilliant because, well, Freddie was head over heels for the demon, wasn't he?

Eh, not sure how I feel about this but I had to start somewhere and this is the result. A ton of dialogue, I know, but it's a start. The next few chapters will actually parody the movie. (Because, just so you don't forget, this IS a Seddie Spin-Off of (500) Days of Summer. Review!...If you wanna, of course AGAIN, PLEASE READ DAN'S BLOG ON iSAFW IF YOU HAVEN'T YET. :) Happy Writing!