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FPOV

When my eyes quivered open, the sight I saw was one I hadn't expected. Carly was standing above me, holding a steaming hot plate of bacon with one of the guiltiest looks I'd ever seen plastered on her face.

"Finally!" She sighed, setting the plate down on my lap, "You're awake! I was getting worried when the sweet aromas of grease and meat weren't waking you up!"

I rubbed my head, not jumping at the now expected blonde curls that fell in my face, "Hey, Carly."

Carly sat down beside me as I slowly pushed my body up into a sitting position, wincing at the dull pain in my abdomen and back. I ignored it, putting a fake smile on for Carly so she wouldn't ask too many questions.

"I'm really sorry about everything that happened last night, Sam!" Carly finally exploded after a few seconds of silence, "I think I was just jet-lagged or something and it was screwing over my judgement. What I told Freddie to tell you… I didn't really mean it. I swear on my life!"

"So you got rid of that Jess chick?" I asked, noticing how Sam-like my question had sounded.

Carly recoiled, "Of course not. Why would I do that, Sam? She was a really good friend to me while I was away."

I gritted my teeth, grabbing a piece of bacon and angrily shoving it into my mouth. Carly seemed to still be awaiting a reply from me, but I wasn't going to give her one. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Carly jumped up from the couch and stood above me.

"What do you have against Jessica?" Carly asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows, "She hasn't done anything to you."

I groaned, looking for the right Sam-response, "She… changed you."

"I haven't changed. I grew up a little bit." Carly rolled her eyes, "Look, I apologized to you, so the least you can do is tell Jess you're sorry."

"For what?" I growled, putting the bacon on the couch and standing up in front of her.

Carly glared at me like I was the biggest idiot on the planet, "You called her a name… and you got into an all-out brawl with Freddie while she was here. She deserves a good apology."

I pursed my lips, "What if I don't say I'm sorry to her?"

"Then what I said yesterday still stands," Carly replied smugly, "You can't come here anymore."

My eyes widened and I backed away from her, shaking my head and glaring at the ground. Carly sighed and walked away from me, going into the kitchen for something. I didn't know what to do in this situation. What would Sam do?

Therein lies my problem, as hard as I've tried to be her, I'm still not Sam Puckett.

SPOV

I would never get used to sleeping on this huge bed with soft sheets and comfortable pillows. Mine at home was so dirty in comparison to this one; in more ways than the obvious few of course. Mrs. Benson was another thing I could never get used to. She was so caring and loving… and smothering. I'm not used to all this physical affection and whatnot.

My eyes traced the patterns on the ceiling of Freddie's bedroom. I'd lain awake in bed all night, unable to fall asleep after the trying events of the day before. I haven't had an emotionally draining day like that in a while. If Freddie would just be more careful and stop running back to my house every chance he gets, maybe I wouldn't need to worry so much. Stay at Carly's, I'll tell him, or stay with me at your apartment. But no, he just has to go to my house and get himself beaten and hurt… and almost raped. If he'd gotten my body raped, I don't know if I would ever speak to that nub again.

No. I'd have to talk to him again. He is in my body after all.

I wonder if Carly kicked him out last night. Considering that insane fight we'd had yesterday, I wouldn't be surprised if I got another desperate call from the nub saying he's at my house in the closet or something. Maybe Carly had a change of heart. I really hope so. Once I'm back in my body, I don't want to spend all my time at home around a drunken mother or her perverted boyfriends. Those guys always make me feel like nothing. It's like I'm just some doll to them. A doll that they can mess around with and touch all over whenever they want to, before throwing her in a dumpster and forgetting about her once her mother enters the room.

Shudders wracked my body at the thought. I forced memories of a broken childhood out of my mind that I'd accidentally drummed up again with my stupid thoughts.

"Fredward?" Mrs. Benson's shrill voice entered my ears and had me rolling my eyes in disdain, "Are you awake yet, honey?"

The door to Freddie's bedroom creaked open and light shined in from the hallway, framing Mrs. Benson's questioning face in an eerie glow. I rolled over on my side, hoping she'd think I was still sleeping or something.

"Don't be like that, Freddie!" She exclaimed, pulling the covers off my body and exposing my partially clothed self, "You need to get up now! You know what I always say about sleeping in late!"

"Humor me," I mumbled, my head pounding from the sound of her voice.

Mrs. Benson didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice, "If a boy wants to grow up strong, he'll get up at the crack of dawn."

I scowled, "Hm, not as creative as your other ones, but whatever."

"Excuse me?" She frowned, crossing her arms as her eyes widened in a frightening way.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Sorry, Mrs.—Mom. I'm just kind of tired this morning."

Mrs. Benson's creepy smile returned quickly, "Oh, alright!"

"Can I go to Carly's in a little while?" I asked sweetly, "Once I'm dressed and everything of course."

"Sure, Fredward." She grinned, "Just brush your teeth before you go… but don't eat any of their fruit. Okay, son?"

I bit my lip, "Yes, Mom."

She leaned down and tried to kiss my… Freddie's forehead, an action I flinched away from like a scared child. Mrs. Benson frowned down at me, but forced her lips onto my cheek regardless. I winced at the physical affection, unaccustomed to how I was supposed to react due to a lifetime of not receiving any of this 'love' from my own family.

"I'm off to work now, Freddie." Mrs. Benson announced, pulling away from me, "I'll be home later tonight."

I nodded, placing a hand on my cheek, "Okay, m-mom."

She frowned, "Are you alright, Freddie?"

"I'm fine," I sighed, smiling up at her, "Don't worry about it. I'll see you tonight."

"Okay," Mrs. Benson replied, walking towards the door, "I love you."

I gritted my teeth, returning her with a simple, "You too."

Mrs. Benson seemed pleased by my answer, and finally left the bedroom. As soon as the door shut behind her, I rolled over on my side again and contemplated how I would contact Freddie. I wasn't entirely sure of where he'd ended up during the night. My hope was that he was still at Carly's, but I worried he may not be.

I finally decided to grab Freddie's phone and text my own. Maybe he grabbed it last night during our struggle with Harry. My fingers flew across the keys with ease, typing a quick message.

u at carlys still?

I sighed, setting the phone on the bed as I realized I should get dressed. When I walked to Freddie's closet and pulled out a simple red tee-shirt, guilt washed over me at the sight of the boxes I'd sifted through and found a part of Freddie's past.

To tell you the truth, I hadn't been surprised when he said the man was his father. The guy was the spitting image of Freddie in about ten years, and from the look on his face when I showed him the picture, I knew my theory was correct. But what surprised me, was the fact he owned up to it in the first place. Freddie never talked about his dad. The only thing that he's ever said about him is something about him being the reason for Freddie's love for Galaxy Wars. I don't remember because it was a long time ago.

Freddie's cell phone vibrated just as I pulled the shirt I'd slept in off Freddie's body, and I quickly read the reply.

Yeah. Got a problem tho.

Still shirtless, I typed a fast reply.

wat? bad?

I put the phone down and walked over to the shirt I'd chosen. But just as I was about to pull it over my head, I noticed the long mirror staring back at me from across the room.

All I could see were biceps and tanned skin on Freddie's bare chest and back. It was odd. My mouth dropped as I flexed his arm muscles, realizing that Freddie had somehow managed to bulk up without me noticing at all until now. My eyes were bugging out of my skull at how… hot he looked.

I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but the boy isn't hard on the eyes to look at anymore.

The phone buzzed again, snapping out of my trance like state of staring at Freddie's body. I shook my head, reading the text with a clearer mind.

She wants me/you to apologize to Jess for yesterday. Should I do it? I thought I'd ask you becuz I'm not sure.

I exhaled loudly, glaring at the screen as I typed dreaded words.

Do it. You/I need carly.

It didn't take half a second for him to reply again.

Serious?

I groaned, madly getting the word out.

Serious.

My hands clenched into fists and I threw his PearPhone back on his bed, jerking the shirt over my head and letting it fall around my waist. My gaze met the mirror again, but not for my original reason. Looking at Freddie's 'new bod' was fun at first, but the more I studied my appearance, the worse I felt.

I'm tired of being a nub. I want to be Sam again.