Hiya! BTW: Random, mildly creepy fact about this chapter? I gave it this title almost a month ago, but today I found this: "See SAW II in Sixty II" on one of the Saw movie pages. Strangeeeeeeeeee :P

FAvourite LInes/PArts:

Miley Cyrus playing a pole dancer: 1

"What the hell is your arm doing there?": 2 (Tied for the win!)

"Hair like this takes a full 10 mintutes to get under control!" 1

"That's not a happy ending!": 1

Mackenzie and Thomas (Thackenzie?) making out with a group of five-year-olds
watching them with wide eyes.
'Mackenzie, Thomas, you're traumatizing little kids!" Sam shouted.: 1

"I'm the princess, and you're my frog!": 1

"I'm more of a brown eye type myself," Sam said casually, flashing a brief
grin at Freddie, causing his brown eyes to light up.: 2 (Tied for the win!)

That's my princess he thought to himself as she did a victory dance on his back.

That was going to hurt tomorrow.: 1

This chapter is dedicated to my mom, who bought me the socks that inspired the name myjumpingsocks, and all the police out there, who are not lame ducks. =]

Freddie watched in amazement as Sam chucked her half-finished bag of popcorn at a hobo who sat huddled up against a wall. After she'd publicly humiliated him in the movie theatre they'd got a call from Spencer saying he couldn't pick them up. He'd been on his way when he hit someone's pet hedgehog, Zindle. Turns out Zindle had a really hot owner who liked to take her hedgehog for walks. The only reason Sam stopped dancing on Freddie was because Spencer called her to say they could take the bus.

Unfortunately they missed it because Sam stopped to buy another pack of skittles, and a Twix. After much convincing Freddie agreed to walk, only because they were out of options.

Freddie was still shocked that Sam had given away food when the hobo called out "Thanks Sammy!" with a toothy, cheery grin.

"Anytime Mike," Sam called casually back.

"Did you really just give away food?" asked Freddie, kicking a rock in front of them.

"He's my hobo buddy. I give him food, he gives me advice," she shrugged, not meeting Freddie's eyes while she kicked the rock back.

"Good advice," a deep, raspy voice suddenly whispered in their ears, causing Freddie to jump in a half circle coming to face Mike. Sam smirked at Freddie then turned to face Mike too.

"Mike, you can't follow us home," Sam pointed out calmly as Mike started to walk in between them, kicking the rock in front of all three of them. Freddie crept his way to edge of the sidewalk, trying to stay away from the hobo as much as possible while still staying on the sidewalk.

"Is this the boy?" Mike asked, ignoring Sam's statement.

"Yep, this is my fake boyfriend Freddorito Benson!"

"What's with the Freddorito thing?" Freddie whined as Mike eyed him over.

"I like it better than your real name Fredward."

"You kids are adorable! You remind me of that couple on TV Mandy likes so much," Mike smiled at Freddie, who weakly grinned back.

"I thought hobos couldn't afford cable?" Freddie asked

"Ahh, Mandy isn't a hobo, she's my granddaughter. Sweetest thing, I only see her now and then." Mike's cheerful smile disappeared and he glanced over at Sam looking heartbroken.

Something is definitely up Freddie realized. What though?

"Wait, Mike, are you saying that this nub and me are like Chad and Sonny?" Sam asked panicked. Mike's smile returned to his face at Sam's alarm.

"Yes! That's them. From that show, Sonny has a chance or something."

"No! We're not like them! They're in love for real!" Sam blushed a little as saying that, "Plus Sonny is too much of a wimp to take down pretty boy."

"Sure Sammy, sure. Anyhow I was thinking that you should take your pretty boy here to one of your crazy parties you always go to! That is, if he could handle it," Mike smirked a very Sam-like smirk that ticked Freddie off. He was even getting put down by hobos now!

"Don't worry Mike, I will," Sam promised, smirked an identical smile at Freddie.

"You crazy kids go along now, not all hobos are nice hobos," Mike warned with a straight face as he turned around, clutching his bag of popcorn.

"See you later Mike!" Sam called. Mike held up the popcorn bag and waved it in the air as a response.

Grinning Sam started walking faster again, pulling a very weirded out Freddie behind her. A few blocks later she suddenly stopped completely in front of a small, metal, forgotten playground.

"See saws! Come on Freddie!" Sam commanded, giving him a small push forward in front of her.

"Fine, but only for a couple of minutes. This is Seattle, and like Mike said, all hobos aren't nice hobos. Not exactly safe," he pointed out as he sat down on the blue-ish green see saw.

"You worry too much. And use too much hair gel," Sam said as she pulled herself up onto the other end of the see saw.

"I do not!" he protested, pushing up as soon as she got up on the seat.

"Yes you do." Down went Freddie.

"I don't use hairgel." Up.

"Oh right, your mommy fluffs it for you." Down.

"So?!" Up.

"That makes you a wuss," Down, "Fred-wuss!" Up went Fred-wuss.

Sam pushed herself up and Freddie landed firmly with his feet on the ground. Slowly he let himself sink all the way to the ground, enjoying the fact that he was heavier (and stronger) that her. She glared at him and he quickly let her back down. Once again the moment her feet touched the ground she pushed Freddie back to the ground where he once again sank completely to the cold, hard dirt, and this time stayed there. He held her there, enjoying the annoyed look on her face.

"Let me down you pack of nubs," Sam ordered.

"Nope," he grinned smugly. It felt so good to be in control, no wonder she treated him like a slave.

"You'll regret this."

"Really? I doubt it."

Sam raised an eyebrow at his confidence, then pulled her left leg over the seat, and jumped down. Slowly she walked over to where Freddie sat and leaned over.

"Run," she whispered, making her voice sound faint and creepy.

He took one look at her, and ran.

Freddie flopped onto their-HIS- couch, and watched Sam put the second Saw Movie in the DVD player and hit play.

After chasing each other home in what felt like a warped game of tag he'd dug out his secret chocolate stash from inside his pocket and bribed Sam to stop chasing him. They hadn't really talked about it, but he knew the whole thing with her mom was still bothering her. Normally he'd have to give her his whole stash, rather than just one piece.

She hadn't brought pajamas so once again she was in his sweatpants, and different one of his non-striped shirts. It was still sort of hot. But only a little. He sucked hard on his smoothie, trying not to concentrate on Sam, who'd made them stop for smoothies. T-bone had been working and congratulated Freddie on "taking a walk on the pickle side of town". Whatever THAT meant. T-bone also said that they'd waited long enough to get together. Sam had came so close to telling him that Freddie had just paid for the smoothies and dragged her out the door.

She lazily walked back to the couch and limply landed right next to him. After taking a sip of her smoothie she picked up his laptop and logged into her e-mail account.

"What you're too much of a nub to watch?" Freddie teased.

"Excuse me loser, you're the nub. I was just checking my e-mail to see if there's a party going down soon."

"And?"

"There's one later in the week, kicking off at about 10."

"Till?"

"They don't have a time for your mommy to come pick you up. They end when they end. Or when the Police show up. Those lame ducks don't know how to have fun."

Before Freddie could ask why Police were lame ducks the movie started. It began with a guy, Michael, waking up to find a horrible spiky on either side of his head, that was worn around his neck. The Jigsaw guy came onto a TV and hinted that the key to unlock it was behind Michael's eye .Michael had to cut through his eye to save his own life. Not to mention, he only had a minute to do so.

It started flashing between Michael, who was too afraid to cut his eye, and the clock, where time was quickly running out. After he chickening out again and again Michael reverted to screaming for help, which Freddie could tell was totally pointless. Why were people in horror movies always so dumb? After more back and forth between the clock and the now helpless Michael the Venus Fly Trap-like thing on his head suddenly snapped shut. Michael fell over and blood started to drip out of the metal thing on his head. Sam giggled in delight, Freddie hide his eyes.

It only got worse from there, a house full of lethal gas, a stack of needles, a glass box full of razor blades, and other horrors. Freddie screamed and hid while Sam laughed and cheered. She tried to take a video of him freaking out several times with his camera, but managed to stop her.

It came down to the final scene. One guy, named Matthew woke up in a bathroom, finding himself chained to something. Sam, who wasn't cheering anymore, whispered it was the same bathroom from the first movie. Matthew found a tape explaining that Amanda, another main character, was now John's protégé. She suddenly appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. Freddie had his arms around Sam as if to reassure her him or Carly would never pull something like that. At the exact same time Freddie heard a noise outside his unlocked front door. Both him and Sam slowly turned their heads to the door. He held on to her tighter, and for once she didn't protest.

The door flung open to reveal a figure in black standing in his doorway.

oooo! Cliffy. I luv em. :P Naturally this means I will try to update soon as long as you guys are reading, reviewing, telling me your favourite line and not eating kitties!

Quick Note: I hope the mentions of the Saw movie(s) were ok. I have never seen one. To write thoose parts I watched the opening scene of Saw II and googled it. For all thoose Saw movie fans out there, I hope it didn't dissapoint.