ILoveChristmas

Ok so this update is quicker than the last one.

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Chapter 3: Freddie Vs Nigel - Round 1

Freddie was up on the ladder putting up the lights as he loudly sung a Christmas song.

"Do you mind?" Sam asked coming out of the house. "I can hear you from inside. In fact I think the whole street can hear you!"

Freddie simply laughed and continued to sing loudly.

"Oh I wish it could be Christmas every day! When the kids start singing and the band begins to play!"

Sam rolled her eyes and looked up at him as he adjusted the lights.

"Fine!" she said exasperated. "If you must insist on singing can you at least sing something decent?"

Freddie looked down at her from his place up on the ladder and shook his head.

"I'm getting into the spirit," he told her. "It's Christmas don't you know?"

He grinned at Sam and she rolled her eyes at his child-likeness.

"Yeah well Christmas is my least favourite time of year! All it causes me is stress!" Sam exclaimed. "If you ask me Christmas should never have existed. It's stressful and makes people get all panicked over the littlest things!"

Freddie rolled his eyes and started to come down from the ladder as he had finished with the lights.

"Not me," he said simply as he jumped down off the ladder and landed in front of her. "I love Christmas."

Sam scoffed.

"Well you would," she said and the man raised an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Freddie asked confused.

"Oh you know, just that you are like a kid yourself," Sam said. "You lack organization skills and lackadaisical. I mean you're more immature than my 6-year old."

Freddie stood for a few seconds letting her words sink in before stepping forward and giving her a cheeky grin.

"OK I'm sure your comment would hurt a lot more if I knew what lackadaisical meant," he told her. "Plus something tells me that even when it isn't Christmas you still are wound this tight."

Sam looked and was completely insulted but stopped herself from slapping his smug little face at that moment.

"Well sorry for being in charge of my life. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to look for some Barbie Castle for my daughter -who is more mature than you as I have already mentioned- and would you believe that this one thing is so hard to get!" Sam said still furious at him and started walking towards her car.

"Alright, Bye!" Freddie waved to her and started to put the ladders away as Sam slammed the car door shut and drove off.

When Freddie was back inside he saw Albert still watching TV. Sophie must have gone up to her room as he couldn't see her.

"You get the lights up?" Albert asked not taking his eyes of the screen.

"Yep," Freddie grinned and took his jacket off and placing it over the back of the couch. "Sam's a big tightly wound though. No offence."

Albert gave a chuckle and turned to face the younger man.

"She always has been! Even when she was a kid," Albert said. "She used to make millions of To-Do Lists and Sticky note reminders. She was a weird kid, but I loved her. I still do."

Freddie flicked off his shoes and sat on the couch next to his new friend. As Albert was about to say something else there was a knock on the door and it swung open before anyone had a chance to answer it.

"Sam, you here?" a man called out, walking in and shutting the door.

"That's Nigel Banks. Sam's boyfriend," Albert whispered to Freddie who was looking slightly confused.

"Toaster guy?" Freddie whispered back. Albert nodded. "Albert?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we whispering?" Freddie asked still whispering.

"I don't like this Nigel guy. So if he thinks no one is here he might just leave," Albert whispered hopefully.

Freddie nodded and thought the plan might work until they heard Sophie come running down the stairs.

"Grandad! Freddie!" She yelled as she came down. "Mum!"

She saw Nigel and stopped yelling and running. She frowned at him.

"Hey Sophie," Nigel gave her a smile. "Where's your mum?"

Sophie looked around and shrugged.

"I don't know last time I heard her, she was yelling at Freddie to shut up because he was singing badly," Sophie shrugged.

"Who's Freddie?" Nigel asked jealously.

Freddie stood up and walked out into the hallway.

"That would be me," he said. "Oh and Sophie, I was not singing badly."

Sophie stuck her tongue out at him and he done it back.

"Freddie can't sing, Freddie can't sing!" Sophie chanted as she started to dance away into the living room.

"I'm sorry, we've never met. Who are you?" Nigel asked.

"Freddie," he said and then decided to add a smart comment on. "I just told you that. It's rude not to listen you know that?"

Nigel stood up straighter and adjusted his tie.

"Why are you in my girlfriends' house?" Nigel asked.

Freddie who was now walking about the hall turned to look at him.

"I'm staying with her," he said simply. "I'm a friend of Albert's. I've been told you are toaster guy."

Nigel looked extremely confused at the nickname Freddie had given him as he had no idea as to what had happened a little while earlier. Freddie of course found it hilarious as the arrogant and snobby expression on his face changed to one of confusion.

"I beg your pardon," Nigel said looking at Freddie in a patronizing way.

"The toaster you gave Sam exploded so it had to be thrown out," Freddie shrugged, nonchalantly.

Nigel went red and tried not to show how angry he was.

"Are you kidding?" he asked as he stormed into the kitchen Freddie in pursuit.

Nigel stared at the empty space where the toaster used to be.

"Do you know how much that cost me?" he exclaimed furious and his face bright red.

Freddie patted his shoulder and sighed sympathetically at him.

"There, there. Maybe now you'll learn to buy quantity not quality," he said.

"Are you stupid? It's the other way around!" Nigel snapped his face going redder. "And that toaster was the best there was. What more quality could you get? "

Albert and Sophie came running in at the sound of yelling.

"Woah, Grandad! Why is Nigel turning into a tomato?" she asked and Freddie tried to hide his laugh.

"What in the world is going on here?" Albert asked.

"Nigel is just annoyed because of his broken toaster," Freddie explained calmly. "Though I don't see the need to insult me because of your faulty anniversary present."

"IT WAS NOT FAULTY!" Nigel yelled. "YOU JUST BROKE IT!!!"

All four of them were silent for a moment until they heard the front door open and then shut again. Then the noise of high heels hitting off the wooden floorboards as Sam made her way into the kitchen.

She saw her boyfriend looking very red and Freddie trying to keep in a laugh. As well as her dad and her daughter standing looking at the two men.

"What's going on?" Sam asked cautiously.

They all looked at her for a second.

"Oh Sam," Nigel said and ran over to hug her. "I was just getting acquainted with your new house guest."

Sam looked at Freddie suspiciously. Then back to Nigel.

"Well alright, ummm... the toaster," she started to say nervously but Nigel shook his head.

"I know," he grimaced. "And it's ok."

Sam smiled and kissed his cheek. Albert and Sophie began to leave. Freddie picked up an apple and took a bite.

"Don't blame yourself Sam. It's not your fault, it's the toaster that is faulty," he smirked at Nigel as he left the kitchen.

Sam rolled her eyes and kissed Nigel.

"Don't listen to him. He's a moron who just likes to wind people up," she said. "He'll be gone as soon as possible."

"As long as he won't be here for Christmas. After all my parents would not be impressed," Nigel said and glared at Freddie who was playing with Sophie in the living room.

He had a feeling that those two would soon be having Round 2 of their little argument.

So what do you think? R&R!!

Oh and I'm going to try and have the next few chapters up tomorrow but I can't promise anything for Christmas day.