AN:Ahhah. Another chapter up. Oh I'm so happy. Just to point out. Fredy and everything about him (except his name and gender) is drawn directly form a friend of mine, and I have been to her beach house. It's sooooo cool. And it's HUGE. Okay, done with my meaningless rambling, here you go. Enjoy!
The entire Nerd Squad was at Fredy's house. Mostly because he had the most centrally located house, and it was closest to the highway. And also because they couldn't meet at Greg's house without picking up half a dozen new passengers.
They were loading all their suitcases into the multiple cars. Cassy's family had a mini-van they let her borrow for the occasion. Fredy's brother Ty volunteered to drive the designated "luggage car". Cassy was taking everyone except him and Catherine, Warrick and Fredy. Catherine, Warrick and Fredy were using Catherine's car.
Ty and Fredy both assured them that the cottage was big enough for all 10 of them, but a few of them, Sara and Kiley specifically, were a little worried. Maybe because the word cottage was used and cottage implied lack of space.
"Fredy," Sara said. "Where are we going to park 3 cars?"
Fredy grinned at her. "The driveway," he stated.
"Don't worry," Ty said to her. He and Nick would be driving ahead and all the others would follow him.
"You guys all have your cell phones and whatever," Ty asked. Like obedient little kids, all lined up in a row, those with cell phones nodded.
"Okay, get in you cars," Ty said, opening the door to his own car.
Warrick hopped into Catherine's car, the passenger seat and Fredy got into the back. He didn't specify why he was riding with them. Both Catherine and Warrick had their suspicions why. Oh course the truth was much less exciting then the suspicions. Catherine had a bad sense of direction. Fredy was only there to make sure she didn't get lost. Nothing else.
Cassy got into the driver's seat of the mini van, a car she wouldn't be caught dead in a year ago. But she wouldn't have been caught dead in present company either, so she might as well drive the matching car. Nick got in to the passenger seat. Kiley and Archie sat next to each other in the middle two seat and Greg and Sara were in the back.
"Are we there yet," Greg called out.
"Greg," Cassy said slowly. "We haven't left the drive way yet. We haven't moved. How can we be there?"
"I was just checking," Greg pouted, sounding offended. Cassy rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long drive.
It was indeed a long ride, and despite Fredy driving along with them, Catherine managed to get lost. Twice. To be fair, Cassy got lost too, but she only got minorly lost. Catherine got so lost, that even Fredy had no idea where they were.
But they all managed to get there after several long hours. And Kiley and Sara's worries about there not being enough space instantly vanished. Everyone, excepting Fray and Ty of course, whistled when they looked up at the "cottage"
Cottage did the house no justice. It was bigger then most of the foster house Sara's been in. And it was right by the water. Literary. It was as close as you could get to the beach without getting wet.
Sara knew Fredy had a lot of money, everyone knew. But this was so cool. They all rushed into the house before even unpacking. Again, except for Fredy and Ty, who started pulling the suitcases out of the car.
It was big. Fredy had mentioned that they owned it, but it still blew Greg out of his mind. After the initial shock wore off, they all helped bring the suitcases inside the house. One week here was going to be so cool.
There was a kitchen, a big living room/den area, a bathroom and a bed room downstairs. On the second floor were 3 more bedrooms, a bathroom and a smaller den, complete with two books shelves. After dumping the suitcases on the floor of the den, they went out to claim and divide up the bedrooms. Ty, Fredy and Nick all went to get food for the coming week.
Ty and Fredy, being brothers, would get the downstairs bedroom. Archie and Greg volunteered to sleep on the two sofas in the living room. So Sara and Kiley would get one bedroom, Catherine and Cassy would get the second and Warrick and Nick would get the last.
When the food got back, all of them had a great time baking a pizza. Three pizzas actually. One was Greg and Archie's alone, because no body else wanted to eat anchovies, garlic and onions.
"Why did you make that thing," Kiley asked them, a disgusted look on her face. She pinched her nose to stop from breathing the rancid smell.
"It's good," Greg said taking a large bit out of one of the pieces.
"Why did you buy anchovies," Kiley asked, rounding on Ty.
"I didn't," Ty said hastily, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"I did," Fredy stated proudly.
"Do you enjoy torturing us," Kiley burst out. She looked ready to murder Fredy and hide the body.
"They told me to get the anchovies," Fredy said pointing to Greg and Archie who's mouths were full of pizza and the anchovies in question, so they couldn't defend themselves.
"And I suppose that makes our suffering all okay," Kiley snapped. She groaned and went back to her own slice of pizza.
"Here," Archie said waving the piece of pizza in her face. "It's good," He taunted.
Kiley scowled and picked a piece of pepperoni off her slice and threw it at Archie. It landed in his hair and Greg started laughing. He stopped when an identical piece of pepperoni landed in his own hair.
"Hey," he cried. "That wasn't nice."
"You seemed to think it was funny before," Kiley pointed out.
"Well sure," Greg said with a shrug. "That's when the pepperoni flinging was affecting Archie, and not me."
"Just for that you should get hit with another piece of pepperoni," Archie said.
"Okay, let's cease acting like children," Fredy said loudly.
"But we are children," Archie pointed out.
"Until we turn 16," Greg said.
"And can drive," Archie added
"And drink," Greg put it.
"You can't drink until you're 21," Kiley hastened to point out.
"Yeah you tell that to those two," Greg said pointing at Cassy and Catherine.
"What are you talking about," Cassy snapped.
"Nothing," Greg said sarcastically. "I didn't say anything."
"Shut up," Cassy said.
"He didn't say anything," Archie said.
"You shut up too," Cassy said.
"But-" Greg and Archie said. They were cut off when they were both smacked in the face with yet more pepperoni pieces.
"Just be quite," Sara said.
"No," Greg have shouted. "I have my fifth amendment right to free speech," Greg said.
"First amendment," Kiley corrected.
"What?"
"First amendment. Freedom of speech is your first amendment, not fifth. Fifth is right against self incrimination or something like that," Kiley said.
"Whatever," Greg said with a wave of his hand. "Either way I have a right to free speech and I will not be sil-"
He was cut off by Sara kissing him.
"You were saying," She said when they broke apart, a little smile on her face.
"Yeah...I'll shut up now," Greg said softly, looking a bit dazed.
"Honestly, it's the only way I can get you to stop talking," Sara said. Everyone, with the exception of Greg, who was still looking like someone had hit him over the head or something, laughed