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Sam's P.O.V.
"Well…"
I pulled away from Freddie and socked him in the arm. "How the fuck did you know? That's impossible!" I grabbed him by the collar. "You better tell me how you knew, Freddison!" I shook him back and forth.
Carly tried prying my hands away from him. "Sam! We do not hurt people in order to get information out of them!" I slapped away her hands and pushed Freddie onto his back. He let out an 'oof' as I sat on his stomach. I thumped a fist against his chest.
"Tell me how you knew, Benson."
He looked at me and smirked. "Fine, but can I just say this…" He tugged on one of the strings on my borrowed hoodie. "You're kinda hot when you go all total domination on me."
I slapped him across the face as Carly shouted, "Freddie! This is not the time for out-of-character Mr. Suave pick-up lines!"
He held a hand up to his red cheek and pouted. "Sorry, gosh. There's a girl on top of me, hormonal teenage boy talking here!"
I rolled my eyes and slid off his stomach, pulling him up into a sitting position. "Well get your hormones under control, boy. We're being serious." I shot him a death glare.
"Okay, sorry. Um, where do I start?"
Carly rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know, maybe the beginning?" I laughed. She seemed so eager to get the whole story out of him.
He took a deep breath. "Okay so, Saturday morning I called you, Sam, to see if you wanted to get smoothies or something with me since Carly was leaving and it was just the two of us. You didn't answer your phone, so I went to your house to check on you."
"Aw, you were worried about her!" Carly interjected. I gave her a warning look. "Sorry, please continue Freddie."
Freddie rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I went to your house and your mom answered the door." He caught my grimace. "Uh, yeah she was all pissed and hung-over and she obviously wasn't happy to see me. I asked her if you were home and she said when she went to go check on you, all she found was a little cat, which she announced that she kicked out of her house. I left your house to go looking for you. And trust me, I looked everywhere; the park, the ice cream shop, that alley you go to when you're in a spray paint-y mood… but you weren't there. Finally, I went to the Groovy Smoothie and bought you a Strawberry Splat, hoping you were at Carly's or something. But then, some jerk knocked my smoothie down and T-Bo kicked me out for making a mess of his place. So I left, as a nervous wreck because I didn't have anything to give you."
"So it was you who spilled that smoothie! Well, I found it, just to let you know, Fredderly," I interrupted, remembering how delicious that smoothie had been.
Freddie smiled. "Awesome! You got it anyways." I nodded and then gestured for him to continue his story. "Anyways, yeah so I walked back to Bushwell, trying to think of where you could be, then I found you, except you know, I didn't know it was you yet." He paused. "Okay then, when you were taking a nap in my room, I called you, like, ten times, but of course, you never answered. When I went back into my room and saw the cat-you staring at your picture, I couldn't help but think how much you reminded me of the human you. I even thought, 'Hey, if Sam was ever turned into a cat, that's exactly what she'd look like.' Then you almost died again, so those thoughts left my mind."
"Only you would think something nerdy like that, dork." Carly shushed me and flapped her hands at Freddie as if she were saying, 'finish your story!"
He ran a hand through his hair. "Oh shut up, Sam. Kay, so the more I took care of the cat-you, the more I noticed how much she had in common with human-you. She, uh, you tried biting me, you hated my mom's cooking, you loved ham, you hated when Carly and Spencer got all up in your face… yeah. It was like the cat was your mini-clone. And yeah, it's like something just… clicked."
I looked at him skeptically. "Clicked?"
He nodded. "Yeah, like at that moment all the pieces fit together. You going missing, me finding a furry clone of you… I don't know I just… knew."
I crinkled my nose. "Why weren't you freaked out or anything?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because deep inside, I knew that, like, your inner animal or whatever was a cat, so it wouldn't be surprising if you turned into one."
I flicked him on the forehead. "My 'inner animal', Benson? What is this? One of those nerdy, badly-dubbed kung fu movies you love?"
He rubbed his forehead. "What? It's not like there was any other explanation!"
I snorted. "Really? No other explanation? It could've all just been a coincidence that the cat was just like me! I could've been kidnapped by foreigners, while you thought I was just taking host in a cute little cat's body!"
Freddie grabbed me by the shoulders. "Jesus, Sam! Fine! Wanna know how I really found out?"
"Yes, for Christ's sake, just tell me!"
"Uh, when you fell asleep in my bed after I gave the cat-you a bath…"
"What happened?" I growled.
He gulped. "You kind of, um, turned into a human for a few minutes."
Realization of what he said hit me like a ton of bricks. "You mean I was in your bed naked?"
Freddie raised his arms protectively. "It was only for a few minutes! I swear I didn't see anything, really! As soon as you turned human, I covered you with a blanket and went to sleep on the couch!"
I pointed a finger at him accusingly. "Are you sure you didn't see any of Mama's goods?"
He blushed a fire-truck red. "No! I saw nothing! Promise!"
I scooted to the far end of the back seat. "You swear, Benson?"
Freddie made a cross over his heart and I rolled my eyes at the dorky gesture. "I solemnly swear I did not see anything!"
"Fine. Then explain to me how I ended up in my own bed this morning."
He sighed, probably relieved that I didn't rip his balls off or something. "Okay, at like six thirty in the morning I went to go check on you, you know, to make sure I wasn't going crazy, and you were a cat again. So I carried you back home and snuck in through your back door and tucked you in to your own bed. And then…" He started blushing again.
I scowled. "Let me guess, I turned human again. You stared at my lady parts for a bit. Put some clothes on me, snuck out of my house, waited for my mom to leave, then snuck back in to talk about the cat chiz with me to make sure you weren't going insane."
He started playing with the buttons on his shirt again. "Uh, yes to everything except for the part where I stare at your, ahem, lady parts."
I snorted. "Face it, Benson. You were captivated by my naked beauty; of course you stared at my exposed lady parts."
One of the buttons popped off. "Sam! I- I didn't s-stare at your – your lady parts! Geez."
I smirked and then grabbed him by the collar. "Good. 'Cause then I would've had to kill you."
We stared at each other for a while until I heard Carly clear her throat. Freddie and I jumped apart, startled by her sudden noise; it was like we forgot we were in her car. "Um…" she glanced at us warily, "are you guys gonna, like, make out now or something? Because if you are, I'd prefer you didn't do it with me in the car."
I looked at her with a serious expression. "Then get out of the car, Carly."
She made a high-pitched noise and then clapped her hands together. "Aw, just like a rom-com! Get in a fight and then make out in the back of a car. Squee! Can I watch?"
Freddie and I exchanged glances and then stared at Carly, worried about our best friend's mental stability. She blushed, realizing what she had just said. "Okay, ew. That was weird. Oh god, I'm making it awkward, huh? Christ, I'm sorry… ruining your romantic moment. I –"
Freddie held up a hand. "Carly, get out of the car in 5, 4, 3, 2…" The brunette girl jumped out of the car like we had stuck a match under her ass.
I smirked and grabbed the boy's collar again. "One." I smashed my lips onto his. Just as I was about to deepen the kiss, he pulled away.
"Sam, you don't say the one."
I groaned. "Jesus, Fredwad, can't you just let our cliché romantic kiss-turned-make-out-session happen already?"
"Hey, I'm sorry! You just don't say the –"
"All this crazy cat-shit happens and you're ranting about me saying the 'one'? God, let's just make out already!"
"Fine."
Um, cheyeah. I hope you liked it! Leave a review, and then I'll figure out how to wrap all this chiz up, okay?
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P.S. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and stuff, I sort of just typed what I thought. Might've been a little scrambled. My apologies ._.
