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Chapter Two: Something Doesn't Fit
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Do you ever get the feeling that something drastically horrible has just happened and there's absolutely no way to change it? And no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that it's all right and that you're just a worrywart, it doesn't seem to go away? That's the way Katie felt as she woke up startled in the middle of the night; panting like a dog.
Whoa... she thought. What is wrong? She couldn't put her finger on it and that's what bugged her the most... There was only one way should could get this off her chest- talk to Freddy. He was her neighbor- and even though he was madly annoying at some- okay, most times, he still was a good listener as long as it wasn't about algebra or something. But that could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she needed some sleep...
"Freddy!" Katie called through the hollow of his house- she had gotten in with the spare key that she knew was underneath the doormat. He wasn't that hard of a sleeper...
"Freddy Jones!" She cried again. She sighed. He probably was listening to his head phones in his room... She clunked her way up the stairs and burst into Freddy's room.
"Take off the music, you idi-" She stopped when she realized she was talking to no one except a pile of clothes and some other bits and bobs. That was when she noticed, to the left of the room. Barely visible on the soft, white carpet were footprints. Not just one pair either. Who would come to Freddy's late last night- especially when his parents weren't home? ~*~*~*~*~*~
"Katie-calm down. I'm sure Freddy is just out somewhere." Zach tried to get Katie to relax, who was pacing around Dewey's living room frantically. He had to admit though, it was weird having Freddy go off without telling them...
"Yeah, Katie. You know Freddy." Summer chirped up.
"You guys weren't there. I called his Mom at his parents' hotel in Florida. She didn't know about anything. I called you guys- you don't know anything. Something just doesn't fit."
"Something just doesn't fit... hey! That could be a new song! Something Doesn't Fit!" Dewey exclaimed, coming out of his curtain-encased back room, with his guitar around his neck, humming while chugging from an orange juice carton. Zack would have picked up his own and started to play too, if he and Summer weren't dealing with Katie.
"Dewey- cut it out! I'm serious. This is serious."
"Katie- did you try calling his cell phone?" Zach suggested. She shook her head in "no" and raced over to the phone, punching in numbers. Zach wondered why Katie was suddenly so upset about Freddy. They usually were always arguing over something or other, why would she be worried now?
"I'm putting it on speaker so you can see for yourselves!" Katie called stubbornly.
"Rrrrrring... rrrrrring... rrrrrring..."
"Come on Freddy, pick of the damn phone..." Katie murmured, pacing in tighter circles now.
"Click." "Hello?" a timid voice of the usually boisterous Freddy toned.
"Freddy! Is that you! Where the hell are you?!" She stormed right away.
"Katie! I can't talk! I can't- look, there's something I need to tell you... I- Holy crap!! Listen- I have to go! Be careful! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" "Click."
Zach's mouth dropped to the floor. Summer's clipboard dropped to the floor. Dewey's orange juice carton dropped to the floor. Katie dropped to the floor.
Zach was speechless. If what they were all thinking was true- after hearing a disgruntled, worried, being-found Freddy- then... then Freddy had been kidnapped!
((Okay- so they found out what Freddy found out in the last chapter; that he got kidnapped. *coughcough* Not much new, but in the next chapter some... interrogation (?) will begin and things will be found out. As far as I know now. Please REVIEW!! I want/need all the writing help/advice I can get! Thanks!))
Disclaimer: I own nothing/anyone/anything/ any part of this story.
Chapter Two: Something Doesn't Fit
~*~*~*~*~*~
Do you ever get the feeling that something drastically horrible has just happened and there's absolutely no way to change it? And no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that it's all right and that you're just a worrywart, it doesn't seem to go away? That's the way Katie felt as she woke up startled in the middle of the night; panting like a dog.
Whoa... she thought. What is wrong? She couldn't put her finger on it and that's what bugged her the most... There was only one way should could get this off her chest- talk to Freddy. He was her neighbor- and even though he was madly annoying at some- okay, most times, he still was a good listener as long as it wasn't about algebra or something. But that could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she needed some sleep...
"Freddy!" Katie called through the hollow of his house- she had gotten in with the spare key that she knew was underneath the doormat. He wasn't that hard of a sleeper...
"Freddy Jones!" She cried again. She sighed. He probably was listening to his head phones in his room... She clunked her way up the stairs and burst into Freddy's room.
"Take off the music, you idi-" She stopped when she realized she was talking to no one except a pile of clothes and some other bits and bobs. That was when she noticed, to the left of the room. Barely visible on the soft, white carpet were footprints. Not just one pair either. Who would come to Freddy's late last night- especially when his parents weren't home? ~*~*~*~*~*~
"Katie-calm down. I'm sure Freddy is just out somewhere." Zach tried to get Katie to relax, who was pacing around Dewey's living room frantically. He had to admit though, it was weird having Freddy go off without telling them...
"Yeah, Katie. You know Freddy." Summer chirped up.
"You guys weren't there. I called his Mom at his parents' hotel in Florida. She didn't know about anything. I called you guys- you don't know anything. Something just doesn't fit."
"Something just doesn't fit... hey! That could be a new song! Something Doesn't Fit!" Dewey exclaimed, coming out of his curtain-encased back room, with his guitar around his neck, humming while chugging from an orange juice carton. Zack would have picked up his own and started to play too, if he and Summer weren't dealing with Katie.
"Dewey- cut it out! I'm serious. This is serious."
"Katie- did you try calling his cell phone?" Zach suggested. She shook her head in "no" and raced over to the phone, punching in numbers. Zach wondered why Katie was suddenly so upset about Freddy. They usually were always arguing over something or other, why would she be worried now?
"I'm putting it on speaker so you can see for yourselves!" Katie called stubbornly.
"Rrrrrring... rrrrrring... rrrrrring..."
"Come on Freddy, pick of the damn phone..." Katie murmured, pacing in tighter circles now.
"Click." "Hello?" a timid voice of the usually boisterous Freddy toned.
"Freddy! Is that you! Where the hell are you?!" She stormed right away.
"Katie! I can't talk! I can't- look, there's something I need to tell you... I- Holy crap!! Listen- I have to go! Be careful! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" "Click."
Zach's mouth dropped to the floor. Summer's clipboard dropped to the floor. Dewey's orange juice carton dropped to the floor. Katie dropped to the floor.
Zach was speechless. If what they were all thinking was true- after hearing a disgruntled, worried, being-found Freddy- then... then Freddy had been kidnapped!
((Okay- so they found out what Freddy found out in the last chapter; that he got kidnapped. *coughcough* Not much new, but in the next chapter some... interrogation (?) will begin and things will be found out. As far as I know now. Please REVIEW!! I want/need all the writing help/advice I can get! Thanks!))