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Carly P.O.V.

"It's a struggle
Livin' like a good boy oughta" I croon as I do my tri-weekly dance exercise in my room.

"In the summer
Watchin' all the girls pass by." I dance in crazy movements, around the room, burning as much of the pickled jelly sandwiches off as I can. I got the idea from watching Margene dance on Big Love.

It works well seeing as how I never really feel like doing any of those other exercises Dr. Smith tells me about. I've been doing prenatal yoga too, but I find the dancing more loose and fun. Especially with this song.

"You can stay up late
'cause baby you're a full grown man" I spin around for the fifth time and hear someone call me from downstairs. "I'm coming!" I yell while turning off my pearpod. Reaching for my towel, I quickly waddle downstairs to find Carl and Freddie arguing in front of the TV. They don't acknowledge my appearance.

"We like to hang out!" Carl declares.

"Well she's not going to anymore!" Freddie shouts. "You've been spending too much time with her lately!"

"What about when she's with my mom?!" Carl challenges. "You have a problem with her?"

"Nope not at all." Freddie answers calmy. "Only with you." He glares.

"Hello!" I interrupt, but they don't hear me.

"Freddie you can't stop us from hanging out!" Carl announces. "Dace it, she enjoys me more than you." Carl chastise with a smirk. "and there's nothing you can do about it." He folds his arms.

"That's what you think." Freddie takes a step toward his brother.

"Is that a threat Benny-boy?" Carl taunts taking a step toward Freddie.

"You speak English don't you?" Freddie moves closer and pushes Carl, in which Carl grabs Freddie's right arm and twists it to behind Freddie's back.

"ENOUGH!" I scream at the top of my lungs. They finally notice me.

"You ready to go Carly?" Carl asks releasing Freddie's arm and walking to the door.

"Carly you can't go, it's going to raining cats and dogs soon." Freddie points out the window as he rubs his arm. I give them each a fierce look.

"I don't want to be around you two anymore." I state taking deep breaths.

"Carly-"

"Let me finish Freddie." I stop him before he starts. "Since we live in the same building together, I guess I have no choice." I explain. "Since you two are related to the baby, I guess I have no choice." I take a long deep breath and the brothers move nearer to me." I put up a hand, and they halt. "I'm fine." I respond calmly. "So the only solution to the problem, is that you two learn to get along." Freddie and Carl grunt.

"Yeah right." Freddie affirms.

"Here, here." Carl agrees.

"Well I don't care what about how you guys feel on the topic." I say shortly. "You are both going to send me into premature labor." I note angrily. "Ever since my birthday, all you guys do is stress me out and Dr. Smith's noticed. It's only at my pleading that she hasn't said anything." I know that I should have let her intervene, but I'd hoped that everything would have been back to normal by now. Yet, I was wrong. "So just work something out." I waddle back to my room, slam the door shut and blast my pearpod into my ears, drowning out the rest of the world.

Freddie P.O.V.

"Carly." I call as she slams her door.

"She's right you know." Carl admits as he goes to sit on the couch.

"No really" I reply sarcastically going to the couch and sitting down on the opposite end.

"You want to help Carly Freddie?" He states not looking at me.

"No. Actually I want her to go into premature labor and risk the baby's life." I snap.

"Clearly." He retorts. "I can get that by the way you refuse to actually talk to me."

"Why talk to the person that started all of this?" I question him.

"So I started this?" Carl faces me. "I got her pregnant when she was depressed?" I glare at him.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Right, because Carly didn't tell me." He smirks.

"Shut up." I cross my arms and turn from him.

"That's what I thought." He adds. "So let's just do this for Carly and the baby okay?" He puts out his hand.

"She'll know if we're faking." I notify to him.

"No duh Benny-boy." Carl taunts. "We'll have to really make an effort."

"And how can we do that? We hate each other remember?" I jog his memory.

"You didn't before."

"That's because I didn't know you were a mole." I keep in mind unhappily.

"True . . . but we used to have fun didn't we?"

"So?"

"All I'm implying is that we start over." He concludes. I sigh reluctantly.

"Just ignore the fact that you're related to Nevel, spied on us, put Carly in the hospital, kissed her-"

"Wait, wait, wait . . ." Carl stops me. "You know about that?" I sigh again.

"Yes." I nod. "I saw you two do it." I turn to Carl. His face is wearing smile. "What?"

"Nothing." He answers quickly. "Nothing."

"It's something." I realize out loud. "What?"

"You like her." He replies trying to stop smiling. I blush.

"No I don't." He shakes his head and chuckles a little.

"Yeah you do." He tells me. "It all makes since now." He laughs.

"Oh shut up." I snap.

"Freddie I didn't kiss her." Carl tries to comfort. "She kissed me." I roll my eyes.

"Oh really, that's great!" I answer sarcastically. "Oh joy!"

"Why don't I buy you a DoBluBa smoothie with extra banana and blueberry?" The DoBluBa is a double blueberry banana smoothie from the Groovy Smoothie. It's sort of like an alcoholic pick-me-up, but without the alcohol. I think about his offer and accept. "That's my Benny-boy." Carl and I get off the couch and walk to the door. "This'll cheer you up for sure."