A/N - Hi! So, this is my new story. It's going to be around 15'000 words, and most of it is already written, it's just being edited. Let me know what you think and if you enjoy it!
"Remind me again why we're going to the old peoples home?" Sam asked when the two of them had stopped at a red light. She turned to Cat who was on the back of her motorcycle. "You know all the wrinkly people there creep me out."
"They're not creepy, Sam. They're just old."
"Why are we going?" Sam asked, checking if the light had turned green yet.
"Nona said she had to talk to us about something important." Cat said. Sam started as the light switched.
"The last time she said that, it was because she'd lost her toothbrush!" Sam shouted over the noise of the traffic. She turned around the corner and into the parking lot of Nona's home.
"Well maybe she's lost it again." Cat said, taking her helmet off. "Toothbrushes are very important, you know."
"Alright, alright. Let's just go see what's up." Sam said, walking next to Cat into the building. The two girls found Nona sitting at a table in the communal area.
"Hey, Nona." Cat greeted, giving her a hug and sitting down.
"Nona." Sam said, sitting next to Cat. "So, what's up?"
"Well, I have something very exciting to tell you girls." Nona said, clasping her hands together. "I'm going to Hawaii!"
"What?" Cat said, leaning forward.
"No way! Cool!" Sam said, excited. "Will you bring me back some food?"
"Well, you see, I'm not just going there for a bit. I'm moving there for good." Nona said. "You see, they've got this really cool retirement home which is right near the beach and they do surfing lessons
and scuba diving and all sorts!"
"You can't leave me!" Cat said. "You're my Nona!"
"Since when can old people surf?" Sam asked.
"Sam, stop joking around!" Cat scolded. "This is serious! Nona, why do you have to go?"
"Look, Cat, this is what I want. It's what I've always wanted. I need to move and do what I want to do whilst I still can!"
"But you cant leave me!"
"You'll be fine! You've got Sam, and we'll find you a nice little apartment where you can continue the babysitting!" Nona said. "Nothing will change."
"What do you mean by apartment? What's wrong with yours?"
"Well, since I'm not going to be here anymore, you can't live there. There has to be someone over 18, and both of you are 17."
"I'm 18 in a few months though, can't we just get away with it until then?" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid not. The apartment manager is very strict, and when he was informed I was leaving the
country he said you wouldn't be able to stay." Nona said.
"But we've just got settled!" Sam said. "And the business, the kids, our room being decorated. We can't leave."
"I'm sorry, Sam."
"Oh, poo." Cat said. "This is terrible!"
"It's not that bad, girls. Look, I have to do this for me. I'm sorry it affects you but-"
"Wait, what if someone moved in with us." Cat said.
"I don't think-" Nona started.
"Cat, you're a genius! We just need someone over 18 to move in with us." Sam said.
"But all my friends are under 18." Cat said. "Unless I get-"
"No, we're not getting Sikowitz to move in with us. He's an old man!" Sam exclaimed.
"He's not old!" Cat defended. "But he is kind of strange sometimes. Hey, what about-"
"No, not the garbage man either."
"But-"
"Or Herb." Sam said. "Look, if we find someone over 18 who's willing to move in with us, can we stay?"
"Well, I'm sure if I speak to the manager he'll-"
"Let's do it." Sam said, getting up from the table. "I know exactly who to ask. Just tell the manager guy that there's an over 18 moving in with us by Friday. When do you leave?"
"Saturday."
"Perfect."
"How do you know this person will want to move in with you?" Nona asked.
"They don't have much of a choice. He's a push-over anyway. And, he kinda owes me one."
"It's a boy?" Nona asked, following them to the exit.
"Well, yes, but don't worry."
"I don't know if I'm comfortable with you having a boy move in with you."
"He's not like a boy boy." Sam said. "He's a lot like Robbie, in terms of-"
"Oh, that's fine then." Nona said. "Robbie's no harm at all, and he's such a weakling that he'd never
actually make a move on Cat."
"Yeah, this guys very similar." Sam said. "In most ways."
"Well, give him a call then." Nona said. "I'll come visit on Saturday morning to make sure everything okay and to meet this boy."
"Sounds good." Cat agreed, giving Nona a hug. "See you Saturday."
"So, is the guy Freddie?" Cat asked as they walked back into their apartment.
"Yep." Sam said.
"I thought you hated him." Cat said, taking her jacket off. "After he left a few moths ago, you told me you hated him about five hundred times. And reminded me every day how much of a jerk he was and how you never wanted to see him again."
"Well… I do hate him."
"So why do you want him to move in with us?"
"I don't want him to. But it's a solution. He's on summer break before he starts college, wherever the nub chooses. He can move in for a couple of weeks or months just to get the apartment people off our backs. I do hate him, after he stood me up on that meal when he got out of hospital. No-one stands me up."
"You still like him, don't you?"
"No." Sam said. "I've told you like five hundred times I hate him."
"Sam."
"I'm not having this conversation. Now, when are the kids coming?"
"Millie and Rianna are due at 6pm." Cat said.
"Great. They need feeding?"
"No."
"Okay. So… do you want to call Freddie and get him to come here?"
"Shouldn't you call him? Since you like know him and stuff?"
"I don't want to. Besides, you clearly know him as well. Remember when you took him to see all of the freeways? And when you straight-out flirted with him, constantly? And when you had a little dinner-date at bots? And when-"
"Okay, okay, no need to get all jealous. I'll call him. But can I use your phone?"
"Why?"
"Well, I think he's probably more likely to answer. And, you have the contact details saved."
"Sure. Here you go." Sam said, handing cat her phone and then heading for the kitchen. "I'm not
jealous, by the way. And also, I hate him!"
"Sure beans!" Cat called.
"Tell him I really, really hate him!"
Cat dialled Freddie's number. "Sam?" Freddie asked on the other end of the line. "Look, Sam, I want to apologise for-"
"It's not Sam." Cat cut off.
"Cat?" Freddie said in confusion. "Again?"
"Yeah, look-"
"Hey, if you're just going to cause more trouble between us, I don't want to hear it."
"I'm not. I'm not. Look, I'm sorry about all that okay? I was jealous of Jade and Sam and I took it too far.
Look, we need you to come down to LA by Friday."
"What? Why? Is Sam okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine." Cat said. "We've got a problem, and Sam insists that you're the solution."
"Look, I can't afford to-"
"Sam really wants you here. Well, she claims she doesn't but then she is insisting you come down."
"Go on…"
"We're going to get kicked out of the apartment unless there's an 18 year old living in the apartment, it's the apartment managers rules and it's in the contract. Since you turned 18 a couple of months ago, Sam wants you to come live in the apartment for a bit until the manager gets off our backs."
"My mum would never let me." Freddie said.
"Come on, please? Sam really needs this." Cat said, pleading. "It might make her forgive you for standing her up."
"I've tried to get into contact with her to to tell her how sorry I am about that but she's either blocking my calls or not replying… I even sent a letter but-"
"She ripped that into a million pieces as soon as she saw your handwriting."
"I guessed as much." Freddie said, defeated. "Look, will you just tell her how sorry I am?"
"I will, but she doesn't like me mentioning you. And she tells me on a regular basis that she hates you and you're a jerk. That's one of the things she wanted me to tell you."
"I was actually planning to come down just to-" Freddie stopped and was silent for a beat. "You know what, I'll do it. Tell Sam I'll be there Friday."
"Your mum?" Cat asked.
"I'll deal with her. I need to sort this thing out between me and Sam. I feel dreadful and it was stupid of me to not come down sooner."
"Okay then."
"Take care of Sam until then. See you Friday." Freddie said before hanging up.