Freddie

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After watching Fredi and Sam go through a day of being hand-cuffed. Samantha and I decided to shut our mouths about the previous musical number from the movie 'Grease'. But it was still on Carly's mind. She had to get back to the topic at hand as she was ready to blow.

Carly

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" You two rekindled your romance?" I exclaim. " Behind my back?" I add. " Why?" I follow up. Sam and Freddie revert their eyes and cross their arms. We stand in the hallway. I stand in the middle as Sam and Freddie stand by either side of me.

" Please don't tell me it happened in a bed or couch." I say in disappointment. I look to Sam. She turns her head to me and sighs. She knows I hate secrets. She bites her lip.

" It look place in my mom's car!" She says.

" Sam!" Freddie protests.

" But don't worry….we only went to third base." Sam says.

" I didn't need to know that…" I say, covering my eyes with my hands. Freddie must have rolled his eyes because Sam sighed in annoyance.

" Just give me a few moments to get this picture out of my mind." I turn and purposely hit myself against the back wall.

" Did you have to mention the third base?" Freddie asks in annoyance.

" Well we didn't hold hands." Sam spats back. I curl up on the ground trying to think of happy thoughts.

Sam

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I sit myself down in front of my desk. I have a history paper due next monday since I 'forgot' to do it. I truly believe that old Mrs. Narwold should retire. She called me her husband's name yesterday. His name is Hyde and he's dead. For three years now. I click on word document. I look at the blank space. Nothing comes to mind. I also have to write a short story for English. Not to mention it can't be about the following:

1. Death

2. Jealousy

3. Haunted House

4. Deep dark obsessions.

It's suppose to be about finding the truth in one person. How a character finds themselves. Like, who the character truly is. Wait a minute, I think I got something and, nope. Just left my mind. Like always. I open up Safari. I look at the Zaplook search box. Who would I love to find a deep dark secret about? Fredi Benson. She is clean as a whistle that one. Well, not that clean. I type in Fredi Benson. All that shows up is iCarl and how she won the spelling bee in the seventh grade. Nothing…delicious. I scroll down and go to the second page, and then the third page. Then something catches my eye. Why is Fredi's name under a ballroom dancing link? Dare I click? Yes!

Holy, cheese, and rice.

-0-

I walk into Carl's all nonchalant. With a nice evil smile on my face.

" What are you happy about?" Carl asks, as I pass him by the couch. He grabs the remote.

" Nothing." I say, making my way to the fridge. I whistle a happy tune. It's great to be me. Having incredible and delicious information on our little Fredi. I grab a cheery cola and sip it by the computer.

" Why are you smiling like the time you hooked up with two girls at the same time?" Carl asks. He's really curious. Like it's killing him to know what I know. But I must cover this up, I'm going to be blackmailing Fredi. I look at his face as he looks at me.

" There is gonna be a high chance of a thunder storm tonight." I say.

" Your favorite." Carl adds, smirking, falling more into the couch.

" Here are my favorite guys." Fredi says walking into the room from the door.

" Hey." I say.

" Hey home girl." Carl says.

" Pump it!" She says. They pump it and then make an explosion with it. I would comment about how white and nerdy they are but I need to find a way to get Fredi up to the studio without Carl joining us.

" Hey Fredi." I say. She looks at me. " I saw a little error on the website last night." I add.

" Okay. Let's go up to the studio so you can point it out and I can fix it." She says.

" Perfect." I follow her up the stairs into the studio. She opens her laptop as I stand in the middle of the room. I see her purple colored nails type away.

" What was the error?" She asks, her eyes glued to the screen.

" There is no error." I say with great confidence. She looks at me curiously. Questioning what is going on.

" Then why did you need me?" She asks back, closing the laptop. I pull out my sling-shot and hit something on the ledge, causing it to fall to the ground.

" What the?" She exclaims.

" Can you, pick that up for me." I say.

" Okay?" She goes to pick it up and one leg stays straight up in the air as she bends down.

" Ballroom dancer." I say quickly.

" What?" She quickly drops the object on the floor. I give a smirk and she kicks it back away from her. She looks to both of her sides and steps closer to me.

" How did you find out?" She asks sternly.

" People should really check page three on the zaplook search page under Fredi Benson." I say. I pull the paper out of my left back pocket. " Look at it!" I yell, unfolding it in front of her and making her look.

" Why do you have a picture of your butt crack?" She asks back. I roll my eyes. I fold it and put it back. I go into the right back pocket.

" A-Ha!" I yell. Showing the picture of her when she was seven in a pink puffy dancing with a seven year old boy in a tux. Her face goes from ashamed to disappointment to then going to the evil stare. I just smile.

" So what do you want from me?" She exclaims.

" Nothing. I just want to let you know that pretty soon in life that I'm gonna blackmail you with this information."

" What are you exactly gonna do with this info-ma-tion?"

" Um…let the whole world know. Tell all the cheerleaders that you want to join the squad because you want to 'jump and twirl." Saying 'Jump and twirl' in a high pitched girly voice.

" You wouldn't dare." Fredi says, in an evil tone of voice. Fredi hates the cheerleaders with passion.

" Oh…I would dare because….I'm Sam Puckett." I back out of the room slowly holding up the picture. With Freddie's arms cross and a pissed off face, I leave the studio in confidence.

Carl

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I watch the two main characters of whatever show I'm watching, start making-out and take it to the bedroom. Now it's commercial. Those sinister producers, putting dirty thoughts into our innocent minds. I hear my phone get an email. I slide the screen and type in 2375 AKA Carl. Sam already knows my password. Sadly. I open up my mail.

Oh, my, milkshakes…..

" Sam!" I yell. " Fredi!" Running up the stairs to the studio. I run in and they look at me oddly.

" What is it?" Fredi says, acting all conceded.

" Check your email." I reply. They both go for their phones in their back pockets. I watch them both go for their e-mail app.

" Oh my god!" They exclaim in unison. They look to me, finally understanding what is going on.

" Their letting that kidnapping Ned out of prison." Fredi says.

" Actually, eligibility of parole." Sam says, correcting Fredi. She slaps him right across the cheek.

" And since we we're the victims of his crime we can give an input on whether or not he should be let out of prison." I add.

" I want to see him rot more in prison." Fredi says.

" It wasn't that bad what he did to you." Sam protests. Fredi turns her head slowly to Sam. Oh no. She grabs him by the collar in a split second.

" It wasn't that bad? It wasn't that bad?! He tied me up to a chair and almost made me marry him to make his life the real happily ever after! Try that on for size! " She exclaims. I pull her off Sam before she throws him to the nearest wall and attacks him.

" Just remember what the therapist said. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts." I say. I hear her sigh. She turns around in my arms and holds me tight. She starts to cry like she always does when she thinks of that fateful day.

" At least she got out of the sound proof room." Sam says. Fredi just cries harder. I stroke her hair and hug her tightly. I look to Sam. I mouth to him, 'What is wrong with you?.' He doesn't the I-Don't-Know shrug and walks off to the kitchen. I just hold on to Fredi and try to calm her down.

Freddie

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I get chills down my spine at the though of Nora making me marry her.

" That just sounds horrible." I say, with my arms crossed.

" That is disturbing." Carly says.

" I can see that happening." Sam comments.