"Today, I watched as my dad noticed a spider on the ceiling. Instead of getting a shoe, he pulled out a 9mm and shot it. I'm not sure if this is an epic win or a sign that my family is crazy. FML."
Freddie enjoyed the fact that his dad visits him and his mom. There was those times that Freddie wondered if he was born in a crazy family. There was his overprotective mom, his weird cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, and uncles.
Then there was his dad who was a leader in a motorcycle gang with his criminally and murderous inclined family too. Freddie doesn't really mind the fact that his dad is in a motorcycle gang, let alone the fact he's a leader in it, he finds it completely normal, with the way his family is.
So Freddie was surprised when he came home with Dylan to find his dad sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table, watching TV. Dylan looked at Freddie's dad and looked at Freddie. Dylan just shrugged, then went into the kitchen. Why did Dylan find that perfectly normal? Freddie will never know.
Freddie dropped his backpack on the floor, walked over to the couch, and sat down next to his dad. The teen put his feet up on the coffee table. Dylan walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of Neapolitan ice cream, and sat on the couch next to Freddie. They were sitting in silence, expect for the jump rope song.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you,
Three, four, lock your door,
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again/"
"I bet I'm the geek who gets sucked through his bed," Dylan said.
"Nah, you're probably the dude who gets hung from the window," Freddie said. "I'm the geek who gets sucked through his bed."
"Yeah. You're the geek." Dylan said, watching the part where Nancy found Rod hanging from the window.
"How old are you? Fourteen, thirteen?" Freddie heard his dad ask.
"Fourteen," Freddie answered confused.
"I brought you a present." Freddie's dad said and handed his son a 9mm. Freddie grabbed the gun and looked at it. "Someday I'm taking you to the shooting arena."
"Lucky. You get a present, and all I get is an eyeful of my dad sitting naked at the kitchen table eating cereal." Dylan replied and the two others looked at him confused.
"Mental images," Freddie complained.
"At least you didn't have to see it." Dylan muttered and went back to eating his ice cream.
"When are your parents getting home?" Freddie asked.
"Probably in five or three months." Dylan said, shrugging and looked up to see a black widow on the ceiling. Freddie looked at his dad who also noticed the black widow, and the man calmly pulled out another 9mm. The man loaded it, shot the black widow, leaving the sound of a gun fire echoed through the apartment. Dylan and Freddie just stared at Freddie's dad. Dylan smiled. "Your dad is awesome."
"I have to go. Tell Marissa I said hi." Freddie's dad said and proceeded to leave through the elevator. Carly and Sam ran in.
"Is everyone okay? I heard a gun go off." Carly said, out of breath.
"We're fine. Just some spider guts left on the ceiling." Dylan said and pointed up at the ceiling.
"Yeah." Freddie lied and slipped the gun behind a couch pillow. He doesn't need Carly and Sam to know his dad gave him a pistol. Carly and Sam looked at them, then left.
"I'm not sure if that was an epic win or your family is just plain crazy," Dylan said.
"They're epically crazy." Freddie said and grabbed the 9mm he got. He looked up at the ceiling looking for the bullet hole. "Where did the bullet go?" Dylan shrugged.
A/N: I just had to have Freddie's dad be a leader in a motorcycle gang. It just seemed to fit Freddie for some reason to me.