How long has it been? TWO MONTHS! DIOS MIO! I am so SORRY! D: I had a major lack of inspiration, and as soon as I saw people telling me to continue, the inspiration came back. Thank you all! Now I'll be updating this ASAP! I got everything planned out for this story, wanna know? Hehe...
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I walked down the deserted road, looking around, expecting someone to just jump out of nowhere and attack me or something, but that never happened. Thank God. This place looked like...well...a very dangerous part of Seattle, and it kind of reminded me of Sam's neighborhood, and it made me wonder where I was going? Home? That's the first place Richard would look for me. The groovy smoothies? Hm...its probably closed by now. I had nowhere to go; Carly's house is unavailable considering that she lives right across the hall, which is the second place he would look for me. That leaves me one place, one single place that I wish I didn't have to go, but I have to, and I hope I am accepted there...
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I press the door bell with my index finger, but no sound is heard from it, so I knock on the door a few times before somebody pulls it open.
"What are you doing here nub?" The irking voice of Sam Puckett speaks to me. She frowns at my sight and sighs when I shook my head and ask, "Can I come in?"
She crosses her arms and shrugs. "I don't know. Can you tell me why you want to come in?"
I hesitate. I can't just tell her everything, its not right. Out of all the people I know and trust and love, I had to choose Sam. Samantha, my arch nemesis, but also one of the little closest friends I have. One that I cannot trust. I say nothing. I just keep my head shook and my hands in my hoodie pocket. After a brief moment of silence, I hear a sigh escape her mouth. She retreads back into her house, opening the door wider for me to walk in. I do and she closes the door behind me and leads me to her room.
"Lock the door" She says, throwing herself into her bed and moving her laptop to the floor. I do as I am told and lay on the bed away from her. We exchange no words, no conversation what so ever. I see she regrets placing the computer on the floor since all she is doing now is playing with her nails, and I just lay in a spot of her bed, staring at the white ceiling. So I looked for something, anything to entertained me, and found her Pear Pod resting right besides me. I took it, put the earphones on my ears and unlocked it.
"Hey! That's mine!" Sam's voice suddenly makes me jump up and press a random song. My ears suddenly explode with hardcore metal. I quickly rip them off of my ears and throw them at her.
"Why so edgy FredPuss?" She rolls her eyes as she catches her pear pod. She lowers the volume and puts one headphones on.
"Me? Edgy?" I roll my eyes and lay back down on the bed.
She sits up and looks at me with a dead serious face. "What is going on with you?" She asks. Her voice just screams 'concern'. Like she's trying to comfort me by talking about my problems. Well, this I none of her problems, I can't tell her that, I don't want to tell her anything even though she is letting me stay here.
I shrug. "What's going on with you?" I say stiffly, not looking at her. She says nothing, she just leans back on the bed and sighs. "Nothing" I hear her say very quietly.
"I thought so..." I mumble, resting my hands behind my head. We stay in silence for about five minutes, the only sound coming from her headphones of little rock, and I sigh. Must she be so difficult! She should just understand that if she doesn't want to talk about her problems, neither do I, but I guess that's how stubborn she is. Speaking of stubborn I wonder if I should go to school tomorrow...I mean, I don't have a backpack, its still probably in the passenger's seat of Richards car, and I'm sure as heck not getting that. I guess a new back pack would be nice, although I've had that backpack for two years straight, it kinda holds many memories...like that time Sam spilled orange juice, bacon and other foods in my previous backpack and I had to buy a new one, so I ended up with that one. I chuckle at the good old times...or bad old times, at least Sam isn't too aggressive now a days...who am I kidding Sam is always aggressive, that's just her persona, and I wouldn't like it any other way.
"Why are you smiling?" Sam's voice interrupts my thoughts. I glare at her as my smile fades and respond. "No reason..."
"Right...so are you going to school tomorrow?" She asks as if she had been reading my thoughts all along.
"I don't know, my backpack is at-" I cut myself off before I can speak any further.
Sam looks at me with a puzzled look. "Is at where?" She asks impatiently.
"I- I don't know..." I lie. She didn't seem to buy it because she stood up from the bed and looked at me. "Well, lets go get it." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Are you kidding?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" She stares at me with a dead serious face. I shook my head and say "No."
"Exactly, now lets get going nerd boy." She says poking me with her leg so I would get up. I jumped up from the bed and looked at her up and down. "Um, shouldn't you change first?" She wore short, light blue pants and a black tank top.
"Right, wait for me outside." She shoved me out of her room and closed the door. I only waited a few seconds until she was out of the room with a simple penny t, jeans and converse, and we walked out of her house towards Bushwell.
We walked into the street in silence, taking a short cut to Bushwell plaza. "How do you know its at my apartment, I said I didn't know." I ask suddenly.
"You were lying, I think I have a pretty good idea where it is." She said hurrying her pace a bit. I did the same and walked besides her. "Why are you even helping me?"
She stopped and looked at me. "Because...you are my friend...even though I whoop your butt everyday...you still are." And with that she kept walking, letting me speechless. I walked behind her, still smiling at her words. Who knew your enemy would end up being your friend...your best friend...even though I hate her...I like her. I like hating her. Its one of the best games that never ends...
"Follow me." I heard Sam say as soon as we reach the doors to the lobby. Instead of going inside, she walked around the building to the parking lot. I followed close behind. "Which is your dad's car?" She asked, turning around to look at me. I looked around the parking lot and spotted a black Camry a few feet away. I pointed to the car and she nodded and walked over to it. I knew Richard would look for me here in the first place, which is stupid, who would go to their house after being kidnapped by their own father, idiots. They usually go to the police. I chuckle, like they'd believe me, I have no proof...my scars are surprisingly gone, the mysterious pills are in my room, and, again, no way in heck am I going up there with that imbecile being there too.
I guess Sam knows me as much as I know her. If she didn't we'd still be at her house, instead of here. She figured out I was lying, and about my dad doing something me to make me act how I'm acting, how my attitude has severely changed throughout the days. She's noticed somehow; she might seem like she could care less, like she's not paying at least a bit of attention to you, but she actually is, she actually cares...or am I just overreacting by her sudden actions...?
I see her fiddle with the door handle. She takes a bobby pin off of her hair and tried to unlock the car door with it.
"Okay, that might work on house doors but not on car do-" I get cut off by the sound of the car door being opened. She shoots me a smirk. "Well, get it!" She demands.. I quickly react by getting into the car and looking in the passenger's seat for my backpack...it wasn't there. I searched under the seats, on the back, I opened the trunk to see it was there, but nothing. "It's not here." I tell Sam as I close the trunk.
"Well, I guess its up there." She pointed to the apartment building. I widened my eyes as she nodded her head 'yes'. "Well, lets go I don't have all night." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the entrance of the building.
"Woah wait! Shouldn't we go through the back, what if-" I cut myself off again before I could speak further.
She stared at me and sighed. "Yeah, you got a point, let's go." She let go of my wrist and we ran to the back to the stairs that led to the fire escape. They were pretty high up, so neither of us could reach them. "Gimme a boost." She demanded. I put both my hands together and she put her foot in them. She was pretty heavy, but not too much, I easily, but roughly lifted her up and she gripped the escalator handle and climbed up, making the escalators slide down enough for me to reach the handle and climb up too. We climbed up a few fire escapes, til we reached the one. The one involving that unforgettable moment I can't help but to think about, and I can see she's remembering too, and she's trying as hard as she can to block out the memories and focus on getting my back pack as much as I am, but I suddenly remember our whole conversation clearly, and how soft her lips were on mine, and I shook my head and rub my face. I look up, focusing on what I was here for, and saw the window to my room.
"Ok, my room is up there." I pointed to my room that was above us. "No chiz" She rolled her eyes and climbed up the stairs, I followed close behind.
The window to my room was inches away from the stairs. I slowly but cautiously reached a hand to the window. I made contact with the handle and tried to open it, but I failed at my first attempt. I tried again with a frustrated sigh and actually succeeded, I cautiously lifted up the window. "I did it!" I exclaimed. "Now let me try and get in and I'll help you." I said. I climbed up a handle of the escalator and gripped the frame of the window. Luckily if I'd fall, I'd fall to the lower fire escape which wouldn't really kill me, so I wasn't that scared. So after I gripped the window frame I let my feet hang and climbed up into the window. I fell into my dark room with a small thud and quickly stood up to help Sam. "Grab my hand." I said as I saw her standing on the escalator handle. I stretched out my hand as far as I could. She successfully grabbed my hand and with all of my strength I pulled her into the room. I fell back as she came in and she fell on top of me. "Ugh." We groaned. She got off of me and we both stood up.
"Turn on the light." She whispered. I nodded and turned on the bathroom light, so there wouldn't be suspicious of anybody ever being in here. We both looked around for my backpack, but it was nowhere to be found. We both sighed in frustration. As I turned to Sam to tell her that we should just give up, that it was just a stupid backpack and I could buy a new one, I heard shouting coming from the living room. "Do you know that I went to leave our kid at school and he ran out of the car leaving this behind." I widened my eyes and so did Sam. We both automatically turned to the door and slowly crept it open for us to see what was going on. My father had my backpack in his hands. He looked pissed-off and so did my mom. Sam looked at me in surprise.
"This is so unlike him. Wait til he gets home and has a piece of my mind. He will be grounded for a month...no...make that two moths. He must be at his preppy friend's house, that Carly! Oh how I regret their friendship. She's such a sassy pants. Lets go get him!" My mother exclaimed marching outside the door with my father, who threw my backpack to the floor roughly and marched along with her.
"Let's go, go, go!" Sam whispered hurriedly. We quickly and quietly ran to the living room and I grabbed my back pack. As I did, I heard hard knocking on the apartment across the hall. Sam and I exchanged looks. We quietly ran to the door that was crept open and looked outside.
Spencer answered the door and smiled at my parents. "Hello Mr and Mrs Benson, how may I help you." He said in his polite and humanitarian tone of voice that made me laugh some times. This wasn't one of those times.
"Have you seen Freddie?" My mom asked calmly.
"Who's at the door?" I heard Carly's voice from a distance. She appeared by the door besides Spencer and smiled at them. My parents repeated the unanswered question and Carly just shook her head. "No, I haven't seen him all day."
"We should get out of here..." I say as soon as I hear Richard sigh and say "Thank you anyway." to Carly and Spencer. They smiled politely and shut the door. My parents made their way back into the apartment and Sam and I made a run for it into my room.
"Hey! Who's there?" And I froze in my spot as I hear his voice ring through my ears.
That's when I knew he was officially going to kill me...both of them were.