SPOV

By the time lunch rolled around, I was positive things had been going bad for Freddie today. This morning in homeroom, I swear on my life I saw him crying. He tried to hide it using my long blonde hair, but it was so blatantly obvious that nothing could have hidden those tears. He hasn't said much to me today either, even though he's stuck by my side every second he can until he goes to a class different from mine.

I don't understand what his big deal is. He's completely overreacting to the situation.

Sure, Carly was probably kind of peeved at the both of us, but it's not like we haven't had fights before, fights our friendship always recovers from. This one did seem a bit different though, mostly because there's a fourth seed to our normal group of three. When it's the three of us, Freddie fixes what's wrong between Carly and I. But now, I don't know who will fix us.

Technically, I guess it's not 'us' as in me and Carly, since Freddie is in my body right now. Chizz, I guess I have to play mediator now or something. That won't work out too well. I'm Sam Puckett, not a friggin' referee.

"Hey, Sam." The low voice that I recognized as my own mumbled, snapping me from my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Freddie standing in front of my… well, his locker, looking rather solemn.

"Hey, Dork." I smirked, tossing a really thick school book I hadn't bothered to use in Freddie's honors class back in the locker, "Having fun being a bully for a day?"

He groaned, shaking his head and lowering his gaze further, "People are scared of me… I hate it so much."

I gasped, "You hate it? Why? It's so much fun!"

"Can we just go to lunch, Sam?" He begged, shrugging off my comment, "I'm not in the mood for jokes."

"Dude," I frowned, shutting his locker and standing up, "What's your cheese?"

Freddie played with my blonde hair nonchalantly, glaring down at it as he twirled it between his fingers, "Everything."

My eyes flickered with grief, "You're seriously sad, aren't you?"

He nodded, "Yeah. Sorry if I'm screwing over your reputation with my depression, Sam."

"No, it's cool." I sighed, gently wrapping my hand around his wrist and pulling him down the slowly emptying hallway, "We'll talk, okay?"

"You're skipping lunch?" Freddie breathed, following behind me like a scared child, "Seriously, Puckett."

I shrugged, pushing open the back doors of the school and dragging him outside into the warm air, "Ever since I got stuck in your body, my meat cravings have like, gone away. It's so weird."

He smiled, shaking his head, "I bet it is."

My face brightened once I saw him smiling again. It had been a while since a smile helped crease his brow.

"Where are we?" Freddie asked, nodding to the dingy patio area we'd arrived at. There were a couple of concrete benches on it surrounding a lone container that looked like a garbage can of some sort.

I smirked, "This is where the teachers smoke during planning period. I use it to skip fifth and sixth period when I don't feel like going since all the teachers aren't on planning then."

"So this is where you always are…" He seemed impressed, "And you never get caught out here?"

I shook my head valiantly, "Nope. There aren't any cameras are out here, and there aren't any windows from the school facing this way. It's virtually fool-proof for skipping… or ditching lunch to talk to a dude in private."

"It's not a big deal," Freddie groaned, realizing we were back to his sadness, "Just… forget it."

"No, dude." I frowned, "You're running around school in my body looking all sad and stuff, and it's really damaging my rep."

"But earlier you said—"

"Earlier," I cut him off, "I was being nice to you because I thought I wouldn't have to force you to talk to me about what's bothering you."

Freddie glared at the ground, "It's not important."

"Look, Larry-lies-a lot," I groaned and grabbed his arm, forcing him to sit on one of the benches, "Either you talk, or I'm not helping you stay away from my mom and Harry today."

Maybe I was being a little too mean and pushy by using the two things he'd recently come to fear the most, but I didn't care. Freddie was hurting, and something inside of me desperately wanted to know why so I could fix it.

"You're evil," He breathed, shaking his head, "Pure evil."

I shrugged, "I try."

He swallowed hard, "I'm scared, okay?"

I sighed, happy we were finally getting somewhere, "Of what, Freddie? I won't pick on you for it… maybe."

"It's just… no offense to you or anything but… I don't want to be you for the rest of my life, ya know? And I'm scared that… maybe we'll never switch back and I'll be…"

"A poor kid with an alcoholic mother forever?" I bit out, sounding harsher than I meant to as my tone turned sarcastic, "Yeah, I'd hate to have that be the story of my life."

Freddie shook his head, "I knew you'd get mad…"

"I'm not mad," I breathed, calming the anger boiling inside me, "I'm frustrated."

"Right…" He smiled.

I looked up into the blue eyes that once belonged to me, sadness washing over me at the realization of what Freddie said, "You… you don't think we'll be like this forever, do you?"

Freddie shrugged, "I don't know. It's been, what, two days since we switched? Don't you think we'd be normal again by now?"

"Probably," I mumbled, shaking my head.

Freddie suddenly jumped up, "Sam! I've got it!"

I groaned, "What?"

"What did you do right before we switched?" He asked with a grin.

I shrugged, "I don't know. We fought, and then I went back to Carly's and… I got tired? I can't remember. It was weird, you know?"

"I got tired too!" Freddie exclaimed, "Right after we stopped fighting, I went home and ate an apple and practically fell asleep while I was eating it!"

"The cake!" I said in realization, "I licked some of the cream off your birthday cake and got tired after it!"

He nodded, pacing back and forth while I sat and watched him, "But… that doesn't make any sense, does it? We ate different things."

"Well then, did something else happen that could have switched us?" I asked, "Come on, Fredward! You're supposed to be the smart one."

"Yeah, well I've got your meat-lovin' brain right now and it isn't helping!" He cried, shaking his head.

I recoiled, "You callin' me stupid, Benson?"

He groaned, "No, now shut up so I can think."

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at the pavement. I hope he does figure out what switched us, I'm really getting annoyed with his stupid honors classes and dork friends. Being smart is overrated.

"Sam?" Freddie breathed, "I'm stumped."

I groaned, "Fredward! You're supposed to know this chizz!"

"Well, I don't!" He shouted suddenly, causing me to step back from him, "I don't know everything, Sam!"

"Fine," I swallowed hard, "Just chilax, okay?"

"Sorry," He held his/my head in his hands, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been blowing up at people all day."

I smirked, "Really?"

He nodded, "I really gave it to Gibby earlier when he asked to borrow a pencil or something."

"What'd you say to him?" I asked out of curiosity.

He shrugged, "Something about him being a shirtless freak I think. He cried about it… and vomited."

I laughed heartily, "That's awesome! You really are starting to act like me!"

"Yeah," Freddie groaned sarcastically, "Because I really want to be you."

"You technically already are me, dipthong." I smirked.

Freddie scratched his head, "Yeah? Well I wish I wasn't."

"You and me both, brother." I giggled, laying down on the bench and staring up at him while he continued to pace back and forth, "Why are you pacing?"

"It helps me think," He grumbled.

My eyes widened, as the memory of the last night I had my aggression and long blonde hair flashed through my mind.

"You don't even know me, Freddie," I whispered, taking in a deep breath as the words slid across my tongue.

He scoffed, as he unlocked the door.

"You like ham…. That's all there is to you, Sam," he stated as he pushed the door open.

I grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me.

"Oh yeah? You couldn't live being me, dork who is in love with someone who won't EVER love them back!" I shouted angrily.

"Funny how you always bring that up in any conversation we have," Freddie retorted, crossing his arms.

"Shut up! It's not like your life is hard! You love Carly, you get rejected by Carly, you get tick baths. Whoop Dee Doo," I said, my face slowly turning beet red.

"You wouldn't last a day being me Sam. Trust me!" Freddie seethed.

"Ha! That's a laugh. I'd love to see you be me, you jerk!" I screamed.

Freddie walked into his apartment without another word and slammed the door in my face loudly. I shook my head and turned to leave, stopping for a moment and looking back at the door.

My tough exterior broke for a moment as I softly murmured, "I wish you could see how hard it is to be me."

"Freddie!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the bench.

"Sam, I told you that I'm trying to think here!" He grumbled.

I shook my head, "Dude! Remember when we were fighting and screaming at each other about how we couldn't live each others lives? That's gotta be what did it!"

He scoffed, "You expect me to believe a few choice words got our bodies switched? This isn't one of those stupid romantic comedies, Sam. This is real life."

"We are in different bodies, Freddie." I growled, enunciating every syllable, "I think we've thrown real life out the window by this point."

Freddie looked at me silently for a moment, before shaking his head and turning away, "You're going crazy from my mother's tick baths, Sam. Maybe you should go eat something to get you thinking straight."

My eyes widened, and my voice shook, "Freddie?"

"I'm serious," He sighed, "Stop with this stupid conspiracy theory."

"This is the first thing either of us has come up with that actually makes sense!" I bit out.

"You see, Sam." Freddie growled, turning back to me and pointing his finger in my face, "That's where you're wrong. This doesn't make sense! None of this makes any sense!"

I looked down at his finger and smirked before jetting my neck out and biting him. He immediately recoiled, holding his throbbing finger to his chest.

"You bit me!" He growled, blowing on his finger, "What was that for?"

I sighed, licking my lips in defiance, "Being a jerk."

"Sam—"

"I'm gonna go eat something, besides your finger." I breathed, turning away from him in annoyance.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Freddie giggling before his voice floated into my ears, "That's what she said."

I held in the urge to turn around and smack him for the use of such a lame joke.