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As time went by, we became good friends. If we weren't at school or working, we hanging out with each other. Freddy and I would go to the beach or go to the pool halls. He'd even come with me when I ran errands to the grocery store or picked up my dry cleaning. When my mom finally settled in one place, I took Freddy with me to spend the week with her. When it came to people, my mom either liked them or hated them and could tell within five seconds of meeting the person. Now, she didn't like many people but she loved Freddy the second he walked in the door.

I started to notice that Freddy never had guests over. I always brought home friends from work or the latest love interest, but never met any of his friends. At first he would tell me he was too busy and I had thought maybe he wasn't sure if I'd be okay with it. But one morning I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by a half naked, leggy blond. She introduced herself and went back into Freddy's room. She left later in the day with a huge smile plastered on her face. I began to ask him about it but said "It was nothing, don't worry about it." and retreated to the garage for the whole day.

Soon every weekend was like this. Girls would come in and leave with permanent smiles. Then Freddy would go to the garage or stay in his room and not one word was spoken to me. I was worried, only hoping that this phase would stop but it only got worse. He started to bring them everyday. I was angry at this point. It was my house not a male escort service. I told myself if it continued he would have to move out.

But I didn't have to, there were no more girls. Because he wasn't home. He would leave and not come back for days, looking tired, pale, and thin. Finally Freddy came home permanently and took me out for dinner. He apologized for what was going on and for his behavior but despite his act of kindness, I didn't exactly forgive him. The next few weeks were unusual but we got back to our regular lives.

Then about two months later, we were getting ready to move out. When Freddy moved in, our stay wasn't permanent. Our little subdivision by the beach was being made into a new five-star hotel and we were busy packing and looking for new homes. Freddy was going to LA .He had a connection in the music industry that was going to land him in his dream career and my mom was ill so I had no choice but to look after her. About a month before moving out, I was out in the shed that I used for painting. I sat there infront of my easel frustrated. I hadn't come up with anything and my mind drifted to music coming from the piano. I had known that Freddy was working on music and this was a new piece he had been working on for a week. Reason being why I couldn't concentrate on my painting.

Everyday I sat there listening to the gentle melody and everytime I would get chills down my spine like the way Freddy would run his finger behind me. Then one day the melody was accompanied by the words he worked on. As I listened to him sing, the chills would come and that's when I started coughing because I had forgot to do something.

I forgot to breathe. I felt a strange and brought my hand to my chest. My heart was pounding into over drive. That's when it hit me. Like a ton of bricks.

I was completely, devotedly, idiotically, totally head-over-heels in love with Freddy Jones. I was in love with Freddy.

Ah crap!

Why I never realized it flew way over my head and still it was so obvious. The way I felt when girls came over the house, the way I sat and listened to him play when I should've been working, it was all because of him.

Love? I would've never thought I'd use it when it came to Freddy. I mean I loved him but, in love? It sounded so strange but ironically it felt so right. I didn't know how to handle this. Hell, this was stupid. There wasn't much I could do. It was completely pointless. We were leaving in a few weeks and Freddy would be in California finally making his big dream happen.

This is fucked up. Why do I feel this way about him? This is Freddy. The guy you clean up after. The guy who drinks out of the milk carton and says "HEY watch me squirt it out of my nose!" This is the guy who wears Scooby-Doo boxers and thinks belching should be an Olympic sport. And sadly this is the same guy that you've fallen in love with. Shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

If I said anything now, it would only hold him back from everything he had been working for. So I hid my feelings. As best as I could.