OK, that was really mean to leave a cliffy at the end of the last chapter, especially with all that Mrs. B goodness XD So here is my next chap--enjoy, my pretties! Wow, that was weird...

Freddie's POV

When I woke up I realized Sam was clutching me, as if were cuddling. She must've snuggled up to me in her sleep. It was a tad awkward, and it would be even more so when she awoke, but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.

I didn't really come to that bridge per se, because Sam and I both rocketed off the couch when we heard the scream. Her eyes popped open instantly and her legs sprung out. Since she was still holding me, she partially dragged me up though I had jumped too. She let go of me and at once I felt cold…Shut it, you idiot! I screamed in my head. It wasn't the time for an inner argument; it was time to find out where the scream was coming from. When I saw, I realized I shouldn't have.

There, in the doorway, her mouth hanging open as she shrieked, was my mom.

Crud.

Sam's POV

Oh, chiz, Freddork's mom walked in while I was cuddling next to him! Now, don't get ideas, I woke up like that and just didn't move. That is all!

So, um, anyway: chiz!

"Fredward Benson!" she yelled, her eyes bulging from her sockets (literally bulging; I ain't kidding), "I don't believe this! You having...a woman here!" Well, woman is better than psychotic she-beast. Nice change.

"Mom, Sam was only taking care of me!" Freddie yelled back, stepping in front of me. Probably because he was afraid his mom was going to whap me with his underwear. Nice of him…wait, what?

"Oh, I can see that!" Mrs. Benson yelled, shuddering.

"Mom—" Freddie began, but Crazy-Lady was hustling over towards us, picking a pillow up from the ground. Oh, no, she was not gonna—

She started hitting me with the pillow (okay, it's better than teenage boy underwear but still)! She screamed "Out! Out, you!"

"Mom—!" Freddie started but was interrupted when I pushed past him to get away. Usually I use the fight response instead of flight, but I wasn't really into a pillow fight just then.

I ran to the door, Mrs. B still yelling at me, wrenched it open, and left.

Freddie's POV

I don't believe it! Mom just walks in and starts pelting Sam with a pillow! I don't believe this! She's got to stop doing this!

"She's gone!" Mom said happily, dropping the pillow, "Now, you, Fredward—"

"Mom, I don't believe you!" I said. Well, I did, but I was still angry as heck.

"Me?!" she shouted, "Me?! You had a woman here—!"

"Sam is not just a woman!" I said, "She's my best friend and she came here just for me!"

"Well, no one else is here, are they?!" Mom screeched. Okay, that was it. My anger boiled over and I blew off on her.

"FYI, Mom, Sam came here to take care of me!" I shouted, making her step back in shock, "She gave me my medicine, fixed me some food, put a movie in, and let me have the couch at first! Sam is a great person, Mom, and I don't care what you think!" My mom stared at me in awe. I had only yelled at her like that once, but that was long ago, when I got fed up with her treating me like a baby and I moved out. She gasped and shook her head.

"Freddie, what has she done to you?!" she shouted, "What did she do that's making you act this way?!"

"I don't know," I said, "but I like it. And I like her, so bye, Mom!" With that I ran out of my apartment, sweats and all, to find Sam.