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musicluvr1221 - yeah, it was

I'd seen his first kiss. Lewbert had shown me the security camera footage. Maybe you'd expect me to have gone insane because of it, to begin sanitizing his mouth with soap, but I didn't. Something about it made my heart warm, and I was happy for him. Maybe it was because it was so unexpected, but beautiful in a dysfunctional way.

You might think that I would've killed her, because it is her. But she has a good heart beneath the rough exterior. She's gone through a lot in her life; she's strong, and I respect her for that. Maybe that's why I was devastated when I walked in on that. Maybe I was silently rooting for another couple…

So here I am, curled up on the couch with a box of tissues, crying and blowing my nose while my son is probably out there with that girl, kissing, because that's all they seemed to want to do. I understand that they're teenagers and they have their wants and needs, I am a human after all. But their relationship seemed to be based off of something more physical.

I hear a knock at the door.

"Freddie? Did you forget your keys?" I'm hoping he's come back, because the less time he spends with Carly, the better.

"No, its Sam, let me in…"

What was she doing here?

"Hi Sam," I don't bother to call her by her full name, I'm too distraught to take her screaming at me, "Freddie's not home, he's at Carly's…" I nod my head in the direction of the apartment opposite ours.

"Yeah yeah, I know, look Mrs. B, I knew you would take this hard, so I came over to give you some sort of company…you going to let me in or not?"

I nod, even though it was out of the ordinary, I wanted some help, needed someone to give me some consolation.

"Alright," she begins, propping her feet up on my coffee table and making herself comfortable on the couch, "look Mrs. B, the thing is, with Freddie and Carly…" she stops and looks around, "you got any food around here? That's not healthy?"

I toss her a bag of potato chips, and she rips them open hungrily. They're gone in about a minute and she wipes her hands on her cargo pants before she continues.

"Alright, where was I again?"

"My son and Carly?"

"Yeah, that's right, well, you see Mrs. B," she says, looking at me, "and I'm just throwing this out there, I know Carls, so, here's my theory, it should make you feel better than this…" she waves her hand towards the pile of crumpled tissues and I laugh.

"Well, here's what I think, Carly's feelings were platonic for Freddie until he saved her from the truck, now, she's callin' his tech-talk "cute"…'scuse me while I gag…"

"So, what are you saying?"

"Hold on, I'm getting there…you got any more food?"

"Yeah, I've got some cold cuts, you fond of those?"

"Hit me Mrs. B."

I hand the plate to her and she attacks those vigorously, I wait until she's done and take the plate to the sink, "So, you were saying…"

"What I'm saying is that Carly is not in love with Freddie, but in love with what he did, why else would she want to kiss the boy, no offense Mrs. B."

"That…that makes a lot of sense!"

Suddenly, I'm feeling light hearted and I grin at her. Maybe she's smarter than she lets on.

"You know, I don't say this often, or at all, but you raised a good kid Mrs. B, I'm sure he'll wake up and smell the "Carly doesn't love me" bacon soon."

I laugh, "Wow, double compliment from Sam Puckett?"

"Yeah yeah lady, savor it while it lasts," she stands up, allowing the remains of her food massacre to fall to my carpet, but I don't care.

"Alright, well, I'm going to jet, thanks for the snackage…"

She starts towards the door but I stop her.

"Sam?"

She turns around.

"Thanks…"

I pull her in to a hug, because I'm thankful, for everything. She stands stiffly before awkwardly patting me on the back.

"Glad to know you're feeling better…" she shoots me a wide grin and is out the door and heading down the stairs in seconds.

I shut the door and begin cleaning the house up, ever since I walked in on that kiss, I've been a wreck. Gathering the used tissues strewn all over the room, I dump them in to the trash can, and get ready to disinfect my counter tops. That Sam has really put me in a good mood. I hum to myself as I clean. Right as I'm putting the disinfectants away, the front door clicks open.

"Freddie? Is that you?"

"Yeah, ma, it's me…"

Something doesn't sound right. I hope that this is Sam's theory coming in to play. I walk out in to the living room where I find him sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall.

"Freddie? Are you alright?"

"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine." But his voice wavers at the end.

I hesitate, "Did Carly break up with you?"

"No, no she didn't."

"Oh," I feel my heart drop, damn it, "well, what's wrong?"

"I…I broke up with her." He sounds shocked hearing it out loud, even though it's coming from his own mouth.

I stand, mouth hanging open. "You? You broke up with her?!" Wow, Sam had become a great observer of human nature; she had hit the nail on the head.

"Yeah, I did, I was just the foreign bacon…" he begins muttering to himself and heads off to his room. The last thing I hear is, "stupid Sam, get out of my head!"

I laugh.

I think I might have an idea of who he's been talking to.