iBuild Bras

Chapter 1: iNeed a job

(Freddie's POV)

You ever have that feeling of knowing you're about to get total freedom? Well, I'm about to experience that. I was at the DMV and just took my driving test. I ended passing with flying colors! The lady just had to have me take my picture first. I smiled as the flash went off and she went into this room next door and came out a minute later, holding the most important thing in my life. My license! I thanked her, maintaining my composure until I was outside. I let out a hige scream.

"FREEEEEEEEDOM!" I screamed clicking my heels together. "Wohooooo!" I sprinted over to the other side of the parking lot and tapped on Spencer's car window. He was reading some bra catalogue that he threw to the side. Silly Spencer! I pointed to the card in my hand. He got out of the car and gave me a bear hug.

"So proud of you!" He yelled.

"I know, dude, this piece of plastic is something I've been dreaming of for 16 long years!" I admired my picture in it. Lookin' sharp Benson I thought to myself. Spencer switched sides with me as I got in the driver's seat. While driving home I remembered Spencer reading a bra catalogue.

"Spence, can I ask you something?"

"Anything Freddo, shoot."

"Why were you 'reading' a bra catalogue" I looked over. Spencer's face completely changed colors.

"I was not I was...looking through it to make sure it was appropriate for Carly. Make sure there weren't any naughty picture in it."

"Mhm...is that the July issue?" I asked.

"...Maybe..."

"Isn't the girl on page 46 hot?"

"Totally...and the purple bra makes her look- hey! YOU looked at it too Mr. Sneaky McSneak pants!" Spencer pointed his finger at me. I shook my head

"No! My mom asked me to look at a price so when she goes to Build-a-bra she could compare prices. So...'technically' I was looking up something with my mom and just happen to read the whole thing. Very educational"

"Yeah...right" I pulled up to the apartment complex. We both came out of the car.

"Let's make a deal, I don't tell your mom and you don't tell Carly, or any of my dates, deal?" I shook his hand.

"Deal"

...

I was whistling while swinging my keys and unlocking my apartment door. I opened it up to find my mother on the couch watching a show about anti-bacterial soap. How she finds these shows never ceases to amaze me.

"Hey, Ma, I'm home!" I yelled. She immediately turned around and hugged me.

"Oh my little Freddiekins! Are you broken, damaged, did you wear your anti-bacterial briefs to the DMV mister?"

"No, no and yes. But lookie what I got!" I held up my licnese. My mother grabbed her chest.

"Oh, my little baby is growing up!" she cried as she wrapped me in another tighter embrace.

"Mom...Mommy...your baby's not gonna grow up if he can't breathe!" I choked out. She loosened her grip.

"Sorry honey...so I suppose you need a car now?"

"Well...yeah, I was hoping I could get a car...this weekend?"

"Sure, I found one for $5,000 that I think you'd like. It's fast and it's a red car, I know how much you love red cars." She said sweetly. This was too good to be true!

"Alrighty! Thanks ma, you're the best" I kissed her cheek and was about to run to my room.

"Wait! There is one condition...I'm not paying for this car...YOU are" I knew it was too good to be true. I turned around.

"Huh? Mom, I don't have $5,000!"

"Exactly, you'll have to get a job." Ugh! Why do I have to get a job? This is so unfair!

"A job!" I whined.

"Yes, it'll teach you responsibility and show me you can handle driving on your own." I groaned. She's making it very hard for me to enjoy my newfound freedom.

"Well...where am I suppose to get a job at?" I asked.

"I know a place, ummm...what's his name...Gibby works there."

"Gibby?"

"Yeah, you know, that shirtless unsanitary chubby boy you and the girls hang around"

"But mom...he works at...oh no! no no no!" I thought back to Spencer and the catalogue he was 'making sure was appropriate for Carly'. Gibby works at the lamest, most girly store ever. I shudder at the name even. But, if I wanna car I gotta do it. I have to work at...build-a-bra.