Hello there! I'm now going to try update quicker, and sorry for the time in between chapters. Thanks to Tech-Man for betaing, and to Ever heard of a Dictionary for suggesting I get a beta! Here are the favourite lines:

"I thought hobos couldn't afford cable?": 1 (My fav!)

"You crazy kids go along now, not all hobos are nice hobos,": 3 (Winner!)

"He's my hobo buddy. I give him food, he gives me advice,": 1

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.: 1

He held on to her tighter; 1

Freddie flopped onto their-HIS- couch: 1

Is this the boy?" Mike asked,
"Yep, this is my fake boyfriend Freddorito Benson!": 1

"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.": 1

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Freddie and Sam as they clung onto each other for dear life. He could feel Sam's nails actually breaking the skin on his arm, but he was more concerned about the figure in his doorway that would hurt her.

The figure in the doorway screamed, causing Sam to tackle Freddie to the ground; wrapping her arms securely around him. He couldn't tell if she was squeezing him, because she was scared, or trying to protect him. Freddie closed his eyes and held on to Sam tighter, wishing it wasn't the last time he'd see her face before the killer got them both.

"Fredward Benson!"

The killer knew his name!? Freddie opened his eyes just in time to see the lights turn on. Sam still had hers closed, her face buried in his chest as her nails continued to dig into his skin.

"Samantha Puckett, what are you doing here, and why are you laying on my boy like that," the voice screeched.

The killer knew Sam's name too, and seemed possessive of Freddie! Freddie blinked a few times and quickly realized three things. First, the "killer" was his mother. Second, his mother wasn't actually going to kill them. At least until she found out Sam was sleeping over, and they had been watching Saw. Then, she was going to kill them. Finally, Sam still had her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and was pressed up against him in such a way that allowed him to feel her heartbeat thumping away. Freddie had his arms securely wrapped around her, practically locking her in place on his chest.

"You better tell me what is going on here," his mother demanded as Sam pushed herself off Freddie and stood up.

"We were watching a movie," suggested Sam as Freddie pulled himself up using the coffee table for support.

"OUT," screeched Mrs. Benson.

Freddie immediately spun around to face his mother; preparing to fight on Sam's behalf.

"It's ok Freddinkles, I'll just ask Spencer to let me crash there, no biggie," Sam whispered in his ear.

Giving him no time to protest, she slid by his mother, grabbed her backpack, and disappeared out the door. His mother glared at her the entire time, making Freddie want to yell at her.

Someone on the screen screamed cueing the credits. His mother echoed the scream; making Freddie wince at the sounds.

"That is it Freddie! You are grounded for the rest of the summer! To your room young man, NOW," his mother yelled. She grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him off to his own private prison for the rest of his holiday.

She slammed his door shut, and he could hear her still muttering to herself; generally freaking out. Luckily, she had forgotten all about his phone. Soon, Freddie heard her voice drifting off toward the living room. Pulling out his cell he began texting Sam.

Where r u?

While he waited he turned his cell to vibrate and listened to the sounds of his mother cleaning up the mess they had left in the living room. He even heard her crushing the Saw movie with a mallet. Hopefully, Sam wouldn't hold that against him. Finally he received her reply.

Not across th hal but dont wrry

Then where r u Sam?!

Four and a half minutes ticked by slowly with still no response from Sam. Freddie listened for sounds from his mother (none), before he flipped open his phone and called her. The ringing seemed endless before her voicemail finally picked up, "To all the nubs out there, my wedgie schedule will pick up when school starts again. Till then, just keep being a dork."

He rolled his eyes, but left her a message ordering her to call him back. No one ordered Sam around, but this was an emergency! He tried texting her again.

Sam tell me where u r! Are u someplace safe?

Once again, he was left waiting for a response from Sam. This time he pulled open the drawer to his nightstand and pulled out a picture frame that he had hidden there when he started dating Mackenzie. He set the frame back in its rightful place where it belonged.

As he brushed some dust from the frame his cell phone started vibrating; signaling an incoming text. He snatched it up from the bed and flipped it open only to find:

Nvm benson!

That could mean she was in a bad place, and she just didn't want him to find out. Frantically, her scrolled through all of the apps that he had downloaded from PearTunes until he found the one where he could track Sam, using her cell's GPS system.

Freddie groaned in frustration, as the little cookie slowly grew larger, illustrating the loading process of the application. The cookie finally encompassed the entire screen and the app flashed into existence. Freddie typed in Sam's number, a number he had long ago memorized, then clicked Search. It wouldn't work if Sam turned her phone off, but she usually forgot. Plus she had no idea that he had this app. It took a few seconds before a red pin landed in the middle of the junkyard; Sam's location.

The answer clicked in Freddie's mind almost instantly. Mike probably had a tent or some other form of shelter there. His girlfriend, even if it was supposed to be fake, was with a bunch of hobos.

'Not all hobos are nice hobos.' Mikes words rang through his head like the clanging of church bells.

Freddie reached under his pillow; hoping that Mike was smart enough to keep Sam away from the bad hobos. His fingers wrapped around the secret key to the front door; one his mother had NO idea about. Freddie was going to rescue his girl from the hobos, but before he left his room he sent Spencer a quick message asking him for his help.

Cautiously, he crept to his door and cracked it open the tiniest amount. The entire house was spotless, and he could faintly hear his mother snoring quietly from her room. His mother had arrived close to midnight, which meant she'd probably been driving since 6 o' clock that evening. She always drove during the night. She said it had something to do with how the sun in her eyes could cause a wreck.

Silently, Freddie pushed his door open and carefully walked toward the living room. He managed to tiptoe between the coffee table and the couch and make it to the front door without making a sound. Once there he quietly pulled on his shoes and a sweater; grabbing his warmest jacket for Sam.

His crazy mother had installed a lock on the inside of their door in an effort to keep Freddie away from: "That terrible Carly who made you run in front of a taco truck." Freddie, had managed tracked down the key that she hid in with the diet tofu, and convinced Spencer to make him a copy with no questions asked. He had never had the opportunity to use it until now. The main reason being that he had stopped crushing on Carly.

Slowly, carefully, Freddie inserted the key into the lock, and turned it until he heard the soft satisfying click. Gently, he pushed the door open and removed the key. Freddie pulled the door closed with as much stealth as possible, and walked backwards into the hallway.

'Wow! I'm cool enough to be an invisible ninja like Sam,' Freddie thought proudly to himself. Of course, at that moment he bumped directly into a sleepy and slightly confused Spencer.

"Where we going Freddie," Spencer asked leaning on the 15 year olds head to keep himself upright.

"To the junkyard, I need you to drive me," Freddie explained, pushing Spencer off his head and standing him up straight.

"Sure Freddie-O, but why are we going to the junkyard? Are you becoming a night owl artist? Where's Sam," Spencer rapid fired the questions, before he peered sleepily around Freddie looking for Sam; who was obviously not there.

"She's the reason that we're going! I'll explain on the way, but we need to go now," Freddie said attempting to push Spencer toward the elevator.

"Fine let's go get your girly friend," Spencer yawned, walking in front of Freddie.

"She's not my girly friend Spencer!"

As always please include your favourite line in your review! (Haha, for once I didn't sound like a review whore [=)