"Josh's POV

Six years earlier...

"Ugggh! You boobs!" Megan cried, as she plowed her way through the room with her juice. Drake and I look at each other, confused why Megan has been more mean than usual. But whenever questioned why she was crabby, she would deny it.

"I'm not crabby."

"Crabby people say they're not crabby."

"I'm fine, okay?"

Drake looked from Megan to me as Megan left the room.

"Dude,what was that?" Drake asks me as I sit closer, now with Megan's phone in my hand, trying to unlock it.

"Look, Megan left her phone."

"So?"

"So we need to unlock it and find out what she's been up to."

"Aww but we'll never think like Megan does. Her code is probably really hard to guess something like…"

"Drake i'm in."

"Boobs, wasn't it?"

"Drake and Josh are , look at this,"

I point to the screen of missed calls.

"This guy with a 508 number has been trying to call her all day. I think I know what Megan's up to."

"She talks to telemarketers?"

"No! She has a boyfriend! This is great!"

"Why?"

"Because if she is happy she won't pick on us and she'll have some other guy to torture!"

Drake grabs the phone and looks at it.

"Hey Josh look, she has a Seattle number 've gotta find out what she's up to and why she has crazy Steve's number on her recent calls?! What the heck!"

Unbelievable! Shaking my head confused, Drake looks at it more. But before he could try and ask why, Megan comes down and Drake quickly tossed the phone back into my hand.

"Why does that boob have my phone!" Megan screamed and walked over, snatching it from my hand and then grabbing my hand to slap it with her banana.

"Don't touch my phone! What were you doing anyway?"

"M...Megan I'm sorry. Please don't kill me!" I cry, crumpled against the couch to protect other body parts.

"If I catch you with my phone again, i'm gonna ship you to Canada where they will do illegal things to you!" And with that she left.

Megan's POV

"You don't understand, I'm Eight! You can't just take me! People will find me!"

"That's why i'm taking us to Seattle."

"You're crazy! And what about my parents? You can't just take me! Someone will come looking for me!"

"Listen to me little girl, you are like Dora and i'm the map to tell us where to go. So quit asking questions, alright?" Crazy Steve paces back and forth.

Terrified for the first time in my life, I pull my covers of my bed up closer to my chin and lean back against my headboard. Crazy Steve has been stalking me for weeks . Now tonight, at 11:56, he's broken into my room and thrown a small suitcase on the foot of my bed.

"Pack up, we're leaving now!"

Stubbornly, I roll over and put my head under my covers. Suddenly he screams and yanks the covers off my bed. Then, grabbing each of my feet, he jerks me back and I land face first on the floor. Standing up and walking to my dresser, I dump my entire dresser drawer into the suitcase, zip it, then we sneak out, like we never were even there.

"Carly get down here!" Spencer cries from the steps below.

Grudgingly,I stomp down the stairs, unprepared for this early morning and crabby still from the flight weeks earlier.

"Don't call me that!" I grumble under my breath and he turns around and looks at me.

"Well that's what this certificate says, so obey the law, Carly!" He says, putting emphasis on my new name.

As I'm about to leave, opening the door and putting my shoes on, Steve, (Or Spencer) , grabs my arm.

"What are the rules about going over to the Benson's and or Pucketts?"

Those were my friends I met in school, just last week.

"Never use my real name, and give the name Carly a 'Personality' rather than acting like Megan."

"Good. Now go!"

Quickly I leave, never shutting the door but rather, I hear it slam behind me. I walk over to Freddie's and rather than knocking on the door, I lean against it, my face pressing against the wood, and start crying.