Chapter 4 Godparents

(Freddie's POV)

"Where am I gonna stay?"

Where was she gonna stay? Her Aunts Maggie and Judy, Uncles Morris, Carmine, and Buzz, cousins and grandparents weren't legally allowed to raise her. Whoa, how did I know so much about her messed up family?

"Well, I know where you're not" I bumped her good shoulder to her slight chuckle.

"Well, that's a bug help." She punched my arm. Ahh, typical Sam. Then again, Sam Puckett was not a typical girl. She was rude, aggressive, violent, surprising, beautiful, stunning- scratch that. I got an idea.

"Sam, doesn't it legally say that if none of your relatives can take care of you, you stay with your god parent?"(A/N I don't know if that's true) I said before I even thought.

"Yeah." She rested her head on my shoulder as her eyelids droop. She fit there oddly well. "How did my mom know yours?"

"Well," My mom walked in with a mug of tea, "I've known her since we were in third grade." She hands Sam the tea, which in my opinion smelled pretty awesome. My mom sat on the other side of Sam. "You're mom was the dorkiest person I knew, and I was like you, Sam, more aggressive. She knew all about technology and I beat up quite a few people in my time." Sam and I look at each other in disbelief. "We did everything together. Then, near the end of high school," my mom started to tear up, "she started… taking drugs. She beat me up. Scared me to death." I finally realized why my mom was so nuts. "When she was pregnant with you and Melanie, she stopped doing… drugs long enough for you to form without two heads." Sam snickered.

"Two heads?" We all grinned.

"Anyway," she continued, "When she was sober, she told me that I was Sam's godmother."

"Wait, what about Melanie?" I said?

(Sam POV)

"Wait, what about Melanie?" he said.

"Your sister has her own godparents, I'm not sure whom. After you were born, she sobered up. But you were loud, she focus on raising your sister right, I'm sorry." I blinked back tears, god what's wrong with me?

"If you're my godmother, who's my godfather?" I didn't really want to know, knowing my mom it was probably a nut. Mrs. Benson opened her mouth, closed it, and then finally said…

(A/N CLIFFY!)