It's hard to believe so many like this story... err it sucks so you know. I can do better I think....
Plus all the spelling errors!!! I never go back to check on!! I really need too! Oh well on with the story!
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Spencer dashed out of the apartment and down the several flights of staris to the lobby. Footsteps sounded behind him but he was too distracted to care. He rushed for the door when a body flung into him causing him to eat tile. The weight was heavy and the blood pooling from his nose was not a pleasant thing at the moment.
"May I ask you something?" A female voice spoke
"Uhhh...Yes Sam?"
"First you are in boxers, running through the place like a bat of Hell. Oh and here's the question! How do you know where Freddie is? Hmmm?" the tone bit him hard
"Haha... I forgot.... and I was going to look?"
"Wrong! You will get dressed so you aren't taken to the insane asylum! Then we make a plan! And no cops! They won't find him since they are too fucking stupid to care about him!"
Sam really did despise cops but she was right. In more than one way. Climbing the flight of stairs once more he ignored the looks he got and thought carefully on what to do it this situation. Sam opened the door once they got there and turned on her heel to face Spencer. Wacking him on the shoulder to wake him from his trance she led him to his bedroom door.
"Get dressed and clean up your nose. I'll get Freddie's mom."
"Huh? Why are you getting her?" Curiosity filled his tone
Sam took a quick look back and spoke, "You are curious to why she doesn't care about you loving her son aren't you?"
He pondered on the question. It was true he was curious to why she didn't find the pairing disgusting. Also why she seemed so calm kind of sent a chill down his spine. She should be furious that one he was much older and a male, two he made a mistake and hurt her son, lastly he lost Freddie. So he supposed he would like to know the answer. Spencer nodded his head slightly.
"Alright then. Plus she may have a good plan since she is so paranoid, I mean she must have thought Freddie would get lost or something" Sam said as she left the room, her voice leaving as the apartment door opened and closed.
Spence pulled up some random articles of clothing and slipped into them. Not really checking for stains or anything of the sort. He left his room and plopped on the couch. Glad Sam had left for the moment he silently cried to himself. Muttering sorries to Freddie hoping in some way Freddie could hear or feel them.
Freddie shivered from the biting cold that nipped at the exposed skin. Feeling a fever beginning. He had hid himself behind a dumpster for the night and it kept the really harsh winds from blowing onto him. He felt dirty and cold which made to be the worst combo in such a situation as he was in. The blood had dried and flaked whenever he flexed his wrists to crack them.
A low sigh left Freddie's chapped lips at the thoughts of the events that rushed back to him. A shaky breath and wet tears slipped out. Betray hurt worse than cuts. Freddie loved Spencer more then he thought possible. Why was his life turning into such a shitty existence? It was Carly's fault. She started all this bullshit to begin with. Sure she did the right thing in telling him but she decided to make him feel low and unclean.
Growling like a dog, Freddie punched the dumpster, bruising and cutting his knuckles. The pain didn't register in his mind. The only thing that did was revenge. It was weird wimpy little Freddie who tried to stay out of such things suddenly wanted a piece. Crawling out from behind the green dumpster he stood, looking around to see if anyone was around. Not a soul seemed to mark the alley with their presence so he began to plan. Pacing back and forth, Freddie thought on what he should do.
Then it dawned on him, why not just confront Carly? Tell her off and demand to know why she was being such a damned bitch. It seemed simple enough though he knew there would be more in the actual event.
Rushing down the alley to the sidewalk he glanced around for a road sign. Once he located one Freddie realized he was only 12 blocks from the apartment building. With all the energy left within him he ran like there were furious dogs at his feet toward the building. Only hoping Spencer would be out on some errand.
I leave you with a cliffie! Only two more Chaps! Or Three! But that is it! I am sooo cruel I knowz! It wasn't very long but I seem to like to type when I am close to passing out so that is the reason why. I'll write it out tomorrow so it will be way longer! -___-