A/N: Tell me if the characters are out of character please. If they are, I'll work on fixing them and I'll try to make them in character.
No one's POV
It was one of those days that you just want to stay home and relax on a Saturday, but that didn't happen. Freddie was answering the door, wearing his pajamas. He wanted to sleep in, but apparently Carly and Sam wanted to hang out.
"Want to come with us to the Groovy Smoothie?" Carly asked.
"I was sleeping." Freddie said and covered his mouth as he yawned.
"Oh well you're awake now." Sam said and then walked in the apartment. Carly soon followed and the girls sat on the couch.
"Well ain't that lovely. You two are so close to me, you bring it upon yourselves to invite yourselves in." Freddie griped and then went into his room to change into normal clothes.
Kyle tagged along, he didn't want to be left alone. Freddie's sure his brother has slight abandonment issues, but didn't want to bring it up. So the four of them were seated at a table in the Groovy Smoothie, an awkward silence was surrounding them.
"Our cousin once was stabbed in Kansas. It was an accident. He's better know." Kyle said and the two girls stared at them confused.
"Yeah." Freddie said and then stared at the cup he was holding. Kyle stared at the three teens.
"You guys bore me." Kyle said and then left the Groovy Smoothie.
"Does he know his way back to your apartment?" Carly asked.
"Yeah." Freddie said, shrugging it off.
"Oh." Carly said.
"Has he ever been in trouble with the law?" Sam asked.
"Not that I know of." Freddie said and shrugged. Carly nodded. "He got shot at by a clown on a bus." Freddie suddenly remembered.
"Uh?" Carly asked.
"Yeah. He kept poking the clown saying, 'what are you going to do about it clown? Uh, uh?' and the clown pulled out a gun and shot at him. But he missed. He broke the window though. The clown was our Uncle Clyde." Freddie said and wondered why did he mention that to them.
"Okay?" Sam asked, confused. What did that have to do with anything.
"I once got hit by a car. The person who hit me was hoping I will die." Freddie said.
"Why would they do that?" Carly said and Freddie was panicking. He didn't mean to mention that and he didn't want to answer that, because it will reveal his secret.
"I can't talk about it." Freddie said.
"We're your best friends, you can tell us anything." Carly said and Freddie's eyes landed on Sam. He arched an eyebrow. Did Carly really think that Sam and Freddie were best friends?
"I can't tell anyone. If I do you'll hate me." Freddie said and then left the Groovy Smoothie. He scratched his arm. Hard. Hard enough to bleed, but not scar. It was his punishment for almost telling them. He knew it was a stupid move, but he didn't care. It's not like he's harming himself or something. It's not like he's cutting himself to feel better. He started to walk to the apartment buildings.
Freddie walked in and looked his brother that's asleep on the couch. Freddie rolled his eyes. Only his brother can fall asleep at ten in the morning. Freddie sat on the couch, away from his brother's feet. His brother kicks in his sleep. Freddie had the bruises to prove it. Aside from getting thrown into lockers, dumpsters, pushed down the stairs, and getting tied down to the sidewalk, getting beaten up till he peed blood.
He's been insulted so many times, the insults stopped hurting him a long time ago. That's why Sam insults don't hurt him. He remembered all those horrible insults all because of his parents. Was it wrong to hate the people who gave life to them? Well he hated that his parents... Freddie was dragged out of his thoughts, when Kyle kicked him in the thigh.
"Owe." Freddie mouthed and rubbed his thigh, hoping it won't bruise.
A/N: Sorry for dragging out their secret. Freddie's not a cutter in this. Just saying. Freddie almost revealed his secret.