Thanks so much for the reviews guys! So, I hope many of you had an awesome'Cook out and watch explosives in the sky' day! (tweeted by DanWarp) x) I also want to take a moment and apologize to you guys. I reread ch. 2 and found numerous grammatical errors. One of the biggest was mixing up different past and future tenses. For instance, at one point I'd wrtie 'She says' instead of 'she said'. The reason for all of those mistakes is becuase I re uploaded the wrong document, the one with the errors. I felt really icky as a writer when I found I posted that mess so I apologize for that stupid inconvienence...Okay *cough* Onward with the story?

Chapter 3: El Taco Guapo (Month 4)

FREDDIE'S POV

Tap...tap...tap.

Oh, Seattle, with your non-stop rain! I'm trying to sleep!

Tap...TAP...TAP

God, it's really pouring out there.

"DUDE!"

I sat up abruptly and looked around my room, terrifed.

"Benson! Open up!"

I turned around and sure enough, there was Sam, her gold hair plastered to her face and drenched in water. "What the hell is your problem?" I asked sharply, quickly opening the window that led to my fire escape.

"My problem? What the hell is El Taco Guapo's problem!" She growled frustratedly as I helped her into my room.

I walked over to my closet, "How does El Taco Guapo explain why you're here at 2 a.m? Are these okay?" I asked, holding up a pair of my gym shorts and an old Penny T.

She shook her hair in a way a dog would; droplets fell on my face. "As long as it fits, it's a-okay." She said, taking the dry clothes and walking into my restroom. "And El Taco Guapo explains everything. Why? Because they close at 1 o'clock."

"Again, I still don't see where you're going with this." I said groggily, standing outside the bathroom door.

I heard the faucet run. "Because," Gargling. Spit. "I woke up round eleven, and started to doodle, and after I doodled Ms. Briggs being eaten by a Liger"-

"Liger's are myths." I commented.

"Shut up! They're real. Anyways, after I got done with my vicious doodling session, my stomach started speaking to me"-

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Your stomach started speaking to you?"

Something fell and broke from inside. I thought it best not to ask. "Stop interupting!" She snapped, "I meant it as a figure of speech! My tummy was growling like crazy, yelling 'Sam! It's time for food!', so I took my mom's keys and drove to Groovy Smoothie's, but guess what?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "What?"

"It was closed!" She said exasperatedly.

"No way!" I said, gasping for dramatic effect

"Yes way!" Sam came out of the restroom wearing the shorts and 'Special Ham' Penny T, her hair still damp. "And I'm freaking out, with my stomach moaning and I want to tell it to shut the fuck up"- She stopped speaking immediatley. "Is the nut here?" She whispered nervously.

"My mom? Nah. Night shift at the hospital. R rated language is permitted." I smiled. "But since when do you care if she hears you or not?"

She shrugged. "Your disgusting politeness is rubbing off on me." She shuddered. "Now, can I get back to my story?"

"Onward, Princess Puckett."

"Okay, so my stomach was making noises that would resemble a cat dying, and I was so freakin' distracted by the lack of an empty tummy that it took me a while to think of other fast food joints that'd be open. Finally, I was on my way to the other side of town to go to Chilli My Bowl, because I know for a fact that they are open 24/7, but when I'm halfway there, and it's like, just past midnight now, I realize that I had a restraining order that didn't allow me within a 30 ft radius of the manager." She pouted angrily, "So my heart is thumping so hard it feels like it'll explode, and my stomach is continuing it's ridiculous dead cat noises and I'm about to lose it. Like, really really lose it."-

"No chiz?"

"No chiz. Just as I'm about to go insane, I see the billboard that replaced our little 'Pee on Carl' incident, and it reads 'Senor's and Senorita's! Make your way over to El Taco Guapo! Open till one a.m.' So in my mind I'm just thinking that this was the answer to my prayers. I made a quick U-turn and headed straight to El Taco Guapo, already knowing what I'm about to order. But get this, when I finally reach the damn place, I see the lights turn off inside, and some of the employees locking up." Sam paused and took a big gulp of air. "I parked the car and ran as fast as I could. The employees looked at me all annoyed-like, and said 'May I help you?' and I said 'The hell you can help me! I. Need. Food! Please, please, please! I'm begging you to open your place for just a second!'. So they look at me and I gave them 'the look'."-

My eyes poped open. "Oh, God. Not the look." I shuddered just thinking about it.

She nodded. "Yup. THE look."

"Wow." I commented, sitting down next to her on my bed.

"Yeah. So they let me inside, and the dude's like 'What'll it be?' So I order a mega Nacho deluxe, three burritos, and two tacos, and after they make they food, they do the worst thing ever."

"What'd he do?" I asked, eager now.

She blinked and flopped down on her back. "The freaking idiot asked me to pay!" I laughed at her logic "I tried to grab my food and make a break for it, but then I remembered that I had to stay out of juvie if I want to graduate, so I'm about to just give up on food when I reach Bushwell Plaza, and here I am."

We stayed silent for a while untill we both burst out laughing. The best kind of laughing, too. That one kind that tickles your insides and tingles throughout your entire body. We lay there on my bed, faces flushed from the chuckles.

"So, I'm guessing you're hungry?" I asked, knowingly.

"Starving."

I grinned. "I'll get the fat cakes."

So there we were; Sam and i, listening to music, stuffing our faces and telling ghost stories George the Bra would've been afraid of, and then I heard her light snoring. I turned and saw Sam asleep on my bed, her wavy hair splayed over the pillow. It took all in my power to refrain from brushing some loose strands from her face. I watched her for a good hour, and counted the times her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. And all I could think of was how much I loved her appetite, for that's what brought her here.

Just as I was blacking out, and letting sleep takeover, I could've sworn I heard Sam Puckett mumble, 'Freddie..' But who's to say it wasn't my imagination?

I know this was a ton of dialouge, but I really loved writing this chapter. Reviews are awesome!