(Freddie's POV)
"But, I thought..." Carly started.
"No, here we go. I don't like talking about this. I don't like talking about my life or personality or my history. Just no," I said.
"Well, I do need to know more about you so I can draw a better sketch of you with stuff you like..." she persuaded.
"But, I'm not the subject. You don't need that information anyways. Okay? It's good enough that I'm just going to sit here all day. You go draw or paint me. Set up your easel wherever and just start sketching."
"Wait, what does a "genetic scientist" do anyways? Oh, yeah. That wasn't a personal question, that was based on science!" Carly points out.
"Okay, okay. Everyone has genes, right? They learn about the genes of people, alright?"
"For what?" she questions.
"To help people! To know about cancer, why some people get sick easily, why some people don't get sick at all, etc..." I trailed off.
"Oh come on, we all know that every person on Earth gets sick," Carly comments.
"No, it's possible. Some people do get sick easily, and some people's immune systems are so strong, they never get sick at all! So, then, the genetic scientists can find out what materials to put in the medicine that will fix the problem."
"Well, for me, I think that's just messing up their natural history," Carly said.
"Messing up? They're actually trying to help!" I tried to make a point.
"But still, whatever you were born like, they should be proud to be like that."
"Well, whatever. Why am I even going to do nothing all day? I'm not going too even do this with this situation going on! You're talking about this, but your not going to complain about your body! I mean, your body is great, your beautiful, what can you possibly complain about?" I replied.
"Wait, you think I'm beautiful?" she teased.
I sighed, and said, "Before we get to the details on that, what I meant was that don't change anything on your body, and stop that nonsense!"
All this time she was leaning on the easel. Her bright yellow shirt wasn't helping, either.
When I said that, she leaned on the easel even more..
"Why should I? Am I too cute?" she continued to tease. "I knew it; I knew that you couldn't stand the cuteness."
"Yeah, your so not right. Please, just stop posing like that! Your making me ticked off! And. you know what, the genes also hold what people's personalities are like."
"Alright, just so you don't feel all embarrassed. I'll be honest, too. Also, you're tall, you're--"
"No, not again!"
"Just listen," Carly giggled after she said that.
I sat down, I will try to listen.
"Your smile, it melts me; your personality, it interestsme. And of course, your adoreable. Your perfect."
I looked at her. She smiled.
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(Daniel's POV)
Dreaming....
No....
(Flashback)
"You, you killed her!"
"No, no I didn't!"
"Hello? 911? My mom just got murdered by a 15 year old!"
"AH!" I woke up in fear.
It was just a nightmare, nothing else.
I breathed heavily, trying to calm down.
I got up out of the bed and searched for my photo album.
Once I got the album, I flipped through the pages.
After I looked through that, I searched for another photo album.
"Uh, Graddad, what are you doing?" I heard Spencer's voice say.
"No, I'm not wrong. That Freddie looks exactly like James..." I said while turning the pages.
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(Freddie's POV)
"I can't think of anything to paint..." Carly said.
"Here, let me try to paint." I stood up from the couch, borrowed the paint brush, dipped it in a dark blue, and started to paint.
Good thing I was originally born in the time of great art.
I started in a random spot on the paper, and I made random lines that seem to make a figure.
"Let me see how you paint," I persuaded.
"Okay." She asked for the brush and she quickly made backgrounds and such.
"Wait, maybe I should help you," I suggested.
I held her hand and I helped her paint slowly.
Little by little, the painting seemed to make sense.
It looks like the painting is about bunnies.
"Wow, I never knew you paint," Carly commented.
I thought I heard a knock on the door, but I ignored it.
We continued to paint.
Now I hear some type of clicking noise.
Then, the door just opens.
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(Carly's POV)
"Griffin.." I said.
I see him with a empty glass bottle.
He sneaks up to Freddie and smashes the bottle at him.
"AH! My shoulder!" Freddie screamed.
Before Griffin smashed the bottle, I backed away.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed Griffin, trying to stop his rage.
"Carly, you need to go, now!" Freddie warned.
Freddie was badly hurt, but I needed to take Griffin back to my loft.
In the middle of my thinking, Griffin randomly passes out.
Since I don't have the ability to carry heavy things, I had to drag Griffin.
Once I got in my loft, I let go of Griffin.
Now, if I could only get Griffin to the couch, then I would leave him like this.
I tried to carry Griffin. At first, he was really heavy.
Then, I got a little used to it, and got enough strength to pull him up and drop him on the couch.
