I had noticed something wrong with my son, Freddie lately. He was not his usual self. Whatever was going on with him was not bad, don't get me wrong, but he was different, and wouldn't tell me why. I knew it couldn't be just some teenage stage. Teenagers were supposed to get grumpy, not happy and chipper. I also realized the poster of Carly shay next to his bed had disappeared also, on my daily cleanings. I loved my son, and if this had the influence of drugs, i needed to know. So i hired Gibby of all people, mostly because he was a clos friend and would tell me everything i needed to know, to be a private investigater. To stalk Freddie, and find out what was influencing my son to act this way, whether it was good or bad. A mother has the right to know.

"A mother has a right to know, what's going on inside her son's clothes"

Gibby agreed to my plan, me paying him with one bucket of the many gallons of liqued soap i keep in the closet. What a strange child.

Gibby followed Freddie one afternoon out, one he was particularly well dressed. He said he was going out to eat with Carly and Sam, and he would be back by ten. There was something off about this, and my mother's instincts told me this was not the truth, but not a total lie. A white lie, that is what my mother's instincts told me. A white lie.

At nine, Gibby came back to me, rushing, with his PearPad in his hands. He showed me pictures of a restaurant, Carly sitting at a table by herself, and then Sam and Freddie by themselves. They were eating, and laughing, and hardly paying Carly any attention. The booths were purple. Next was a picture of Sam and Freddie kissing.

"Your son Freddie," said Gibby, "Is dating Sam."

I shrieked, Gibby didn't flinch, probably expecting it. Then, all the happiness boiled up inside of me, and i screamed "Finally!"

DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING...did ya. I will update if i get reviewed. BUT only under those circumstances. Do you understand. Good? Now go eat some Chili.