A text message.
I'm sorry Freddie! Please can I come over again? I'll let you do whatever you want with me! Pretty please? - Melanie
Freddie groaned.
That's all he needed.
A visit from the one who was causing all these problems to begin with. Melanie seemed to bring nothing but pure trouble into their otherwise boring and uneventful lives.
He didn't even text her a reply. Why should he?
"I WISH YOU'D JUST GO AND... AND... AND DIE!"
He can still hear the hurt and anger dripping through her voice, he can still see her face as it scowls at him... then afterwards... the realization and shock painted across her features.
He could have sworn she didn't mean it like that. Although when it came to Sam Puckett, who really knew?
Perhaps she was right.
Another text message.
UGH! Freddie! Why won't you reply? Don't you want to see me? I can't wait forever, you know! - Melanie
The girl was persistent, he could say that much.
But GOD! Just give up already!
He shook his head and chose to ignore the second message as well as the first. Melanie would have to wait just a little longer. She'd probably come over anyway, uninvited... then what would he do?
Sam. Control your twin sister.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Freddie went to open it.
"I thought you might be coming sooner or- Carly?"
"We need to talk."
No, no. Please. By all means. Come in, don't wait to be asked. Just barge right in and perch your cute ass on Freddie's couch. He won't mind at all.
"What about?"
"Don't. Just don't."
"Okay?"
"Stop acting all innocent and naive. You hurt Sam and that is so NOT okay."
Freddie hurt Sam?
He almost laughed at that, seeing as she was the one who told him she wished he'd die...
"She's sad. I can tell she feels terrible for what she said to you earlier."
"You heard that, huh?"
That was a stupid question.
Best friends tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. Freddie hasn't learnt that yet.
Carly rolls her eyes and stands up to leave.
"Wait."
Carly waits.
"Can you tell her that... I'm sorry...? and-"
"Man up, and tell her yourself, you idiot!"
That was almost like being slapped in the face. By a wet fish.
Ew.
The girl leaves him to his thoughts, slamming the door behind her. Freddie rubs his face and sighs. When will this saga just end? And why was Carly coming over to tell him this stuff? It didn't make any sense!
Yet another text message...
I'm coming over. Maybe you're in a bath or something. Get ready to be "blown" away. Tee hee! - Melanie
Freddie slapped his own forehead.
She even giggles through her text messages, he thinks. What a moron! Beside the point. Melanie was coming over, again! He hoped she was kidding... but deep down he knew what trouble he'd be going for.
Sam could never find out about this.
Or anyone for that matter.
Downstairs.
"Hey Melanie."
"Hello? Do I... know you?"
"Yeah! I'm Gibby!"
"Gibby...?"
"I hang around with Freddie, Carly and Sam?"
"Oh."
The girl clearly didn't know who the kid was. Gibby felt very hurt, until she suddenly hugged him tightly.
"Of course! Gibby! Awesome Gibby."
Giggle.
That giggle was something else, thought the boy.
"Where are you off to, my fine lady?"
"To see Freddie."
To fuck him, more like it.
Gibby was clueless so he just nodded and smiled politely.
"Oh yeah. Have fun then. I'm going to see Carly and Sam. Later!"
Melanie's eyes widened as she watched Gibby take the elevator up.
She could hardly believe that some chubby kid, such as Gibby, could get so much action from not only one but two incredibly cute girls! One of them being her twin sister.
Oh Melanie.
As soon as she arrived at Freddie's apartment door, she knocked politely.
You know, instead of crawling in through his bedroom window... which could be considered creepy for some people.
"I know you're home, Freddie. Freddie? Freddie!"
The door swung open.
"Hey."
"Why haven't you returned any of my calls?"
"You never called me. Just texted. Many, many texts..."
Three is not classified as many, Freddie.
"How else am I meant to keep track of you, silly billy?"
"You... don't?"
Melanie let herself in and laughed loudly. The things Freddie said, she thought. Most of them were quite amusing.
"Are you ready for a little fun?"
"I thought we should have dinner first."
Seriously?
Freddie seemed to concoct a plan just now.
Go with it.
Melanie started laughing slowly, but then stopped when she realized he was being serious. Uh oh.
"Dinner? You mean... like a date?"
The word made her spine tingle.
Date often means serious relationship... She didn't want serious. She only wanted fun, fun and more fun.
"Oh no. Nothing like that. Just dinner. Between a man and a woman... since we're, you know... in love and all that."
By this stage, Melanie felt quite nauseous. In love? This wasn't part of her grand master plan.
Wait.
Melanie had a grand master plan all along?
Huh. Who knew?
"What's the matter, sweetie? Is it getting too serious for you?"
Sickening.
Freddie was now smirking, and backing the girl up against the wall. Melanie tried to struggle away from him, but the boy was too quick. Both teenagers were standing against the door. His hips pressed into hers. She winced.
"Careful, Mel."
"W-why?"
"I might ask you to... marry me..."
He deliberately whispered the last two words, mainly for effect. Creepy effect.
Boy oh boy did it work like a charm!
The blonde twin squealed in fright, kneed his stomach harshly and scrambled around him, then out the door without stopping, whilst he was still catching his breath.
Freddie gasped for air, still on the floor.
At least she wouldn't be back anytime soon.
He hoped.