If you're a fifth grader, you might not like this chapter... as in the fifth paragraph... I know not all ten year olds are like this, but dude, you've got to admit, they come up with some wacky stuff.
Freddie was right.
It was two years later.
Carly and Sam, the pair of best friends in fifth grade, were looking for boyfriends. Some boy had dumped Sam a month before for breaking his arm or something, and rumor had it that Carly had started the search for boyfriends to cheer her up.
The dark haired eleven-year-old had set up a contest; the boy to get the most compliments from the girl of their choice would get the position.
Yes, I know. But you know how fifth graders are.
Most 'contestants' either had a major crush on Carly or had nothing better to do. Freddie was one of the guys that liked Carly; he had signed up for her section the day it started.
The girls had set up their operations by the jungle gym. Freddie had gotten there first, eager to make a good impression with Carly. Meanwhile, he still hadn't forgotten about the turkey incident, and was avoiding Sam with a wide berth.
"Okay!" Carly said peppily as Sam slouched in the corned, scowling. Apparently, she had been forced into this against her will. "First up we have… er… whoever is first!"
Freddie ran forward, almost tripping on his shoelace.
Sam laughed openly, reaching up onto the jungle gym and climbing on, hanging upside down.
Carly, never having met Freddie before, shushed her friend before turning to the boy. "So… what's your name?"
"Freddie," he yelled out of excitement. This could be his chance to get to know Carly, to make her fall in love with him!
Carly winced, but managed to keep a forced smile on her face. "And you-"
"Actually," Sam interrupted loudly, the blood starting to rush to her head. "His name's Fredward."
Wondering how she remembered it all these years, Freddie scowled at her. "No it's not."
"Oh, shut up, turkey face."
"Turkey face?" Carly asked, puzzled.
Sam opened her mouth to explain, but Freddie cut her off. "So what do I have to do?"
Carly looked at her glittery pink clipboard, frowning in an extremely cute pout. "Okay. So Freddie, you've signed up to maybe be Sam's boyfriend?"
"Sam?" he repeated in disbelief. No way, he had distinctly printed 'Carly' with his special edition Galaxy Wars pencil onto Sam's rumpled sign-up sheet! "I signed up for you, Carly!"
Sam laugh-coughed into her hand.
"You," Freddie accused, his voice turning into the little-boy shrill again. "You changed my application!"
Sam looked at him like he was crazy, but he could see the happy glint in her eyes. "No, I didn't." Her foot slipped for a second on the jungle gym bar, but she quickly hooked it back on. Freddie slowed his racing heart, images of a smashed blonde-headed demon skull on the concrete disappearing from his mind.
Carly glanced at her rambunctious best friend, then at the over-enthusiastic brunette. Glancing at an imaginary watch, she clapped her hands together. "Welp, Fredwa- Freddie, looks like you're out of time. Goodbye!"
Freddie left unwillingly, fuming. He was never going to get to be Carly's boyfriend with that stupid Sam in the way.
And I think I'll add one more chapter tonight.