i'M Moving

Freddie's POV:

I had to do it. As depressed as I was, there was no turning back. My dad had finally came back but still denied living with my crazy mom again, and now he wants me to move with him to Arkansas. I had said no, but my mom had said it would be a good bonding time with each other. Considering he had left us and thought she was completely surprised when she said this. She paused and continued on saying that she had had me since I was 8 and knew that teenage boys should not live without their dads. Tears started flowing down her face and I comforted her, looking at Dad for help. He gave me an almost reassuring look, but I was not moving without a fight. Now came the hardest part, telling Carly and Sam.

Carly would probably freak, but Sam would be packing my bags for me.(No I'm not kidding.)

As I walked five steps to Carly's apartment, I remember the millions of good memories that happened right out here. I had always watched Carly come home in this peephole, but now I was over her. She was my awesome best friend now, and only that. I thought of Sam as my best friend too, but I was pretty sure she didn't think that way of me.

I hesitantly knocked on the door, something I would usually never do. I normally just walked in with no need for them to know I was coming in. Carly and Spencer were used to it, and they didn't care.

Seeing Carly and Sam in their kitchen eating brownies, I plopped myself down in one of the chairs by the computer.

"Hey Freddie." Carly said, a routine of the usual she said.

"Hey Freddaloupe" said Sam. She thought of different nicknames for me so there really was no routine for her. She had already eaten about 5 of the brownies, and Carly only one.

"Hey.." I said unenthousiastically.

"Whats wrong Freddie?" said Carly with a look of concern on her face.

" I gotta tell you guys something." I said unsurely.

"What of it?" they said in unison.

"I'm...moving... with my dad.." The last part was sort of fast so I could get it out of the way.

Sam's brownie dropped to the floor, and Carly stood open-mouthed.

Carly started freaking out and crying hysterically. Sam on the other hand, was just looking at me as if she didn't get it. Finally she took the brownie off the floor, ate a piece, then threw it at me and hit me in the eye.

"Cut the chiz Benson!" she said unbelievingly.