Bacon- 8/16/10

Sam's POV:

It was Monday morning. School was let our for some kind of in-service day thing or whatever. Ha, teachers have to be in school and we don't! Take that!

Carly was upstairs taking a shower and Spencer was in Canada. He said that the "sculpting equipment" (AKA- Junk) was in a much higher quality in Canada or something. Oh Spencer…

So Fredhead and I were in the kitchen, making breakfast. Okay, Fred-o was making breakfast. I was standing next to him, listening to the bacon sizzle.

"Is it ready yet?" I asked eagerly, glancing at Freddie. His eyes flickered to me, and then back to the skillet in front of him.

"Almost. I just need to flip in over and make sure it's ready." He took a fork and flipped the bacon over. He seemed to subconsciously nod to himself in approval of his work, "Plate." I spun around, nearly lunging for the yellow plate on the counter.

"Thanks." He mumbled as he gripped the plate in his left hand, pilling the crispy bacon onto the plate. Freddie walked to the table and gently placed it next to several other plates and bowls full of many other breakfast items.

I watched the food carefully, almost as if I was worried that it would all get up and leave if I didn't watch it very cautiously.

"Eat?" I begged towards Freddie. He shook his head.

"Not until Carly gets out of the shower and down here. 'Til then, I'll make a few eggs. Want some?" He asked, turning to the fridge.

"Yes."

"Okay…"

"Aren't you going to ask how many I want?"

"Six." He didn't even pause as he said it.

"How'd you know that?" I turned to him. He turned towards me, too, and laid against the counter.

"Because I've known you for years, Sam. I've made breakfast for you for the last seven years of my existence. I'd have been making breakfast for you earlier than that, but I wasn't allowed near a stove until then." I giggled at the memory of him being spanked for going within fifteen feet of it one day.

We seemed to stand there in silence for a long time. Freddie would turn every couple of seconds to look at the eggs or to do something to them, but we seemed to just stare at each other in silence as the eggs finished. Finally, Fredgirl picked up two plates in one hand and loaded them with eggs. He walked to the table and set them down.

"Now?" I asked, jumping up and down as I turned to the table.

"Go ahead, stuff your face. But, I've got to go for a little while. We used all of the eggs from the fridge." Freddie said, turning.

"Just be careful! I don't want you to be eaten by giant bugs. If you see a bunch of mist, come running here, okay!" I yelled. He turned to me quickly with a streak of panic before quickly relaxing and letting out a laugh.

"Very funny, Sam. That movie was scary!" I giggled at the memory of his screeching through out the movie. I still don't know what he did with my sneakers.

I'd fallen asleep after the movie. When I woke up the next morning, Freddie was gone…And so were my shoes. But, a note was stuck to my feet. It had said, "Those sneakers were really annoying. I'll give them back later. Not sure when, though." in his neat handwriting. I'd threatened him a few times, but he'd ignored me, telling me he had no idea what I was talking about and that he hadn't left that note for me.

I shrugged off the memory and walked back to the table and sat down. I picked up several pieces of bacon and shoved them into my mouth.

"It's so good!" I yelled though the delicious meat product, watching as small bacon bits flew from my lips.

CHAPTER TWOOOOOO!

WOOT!

Kay, next chapter time! : )