Sam POV:
I woke up the next morning to the annoying sound of a stupid alarm clock. I slowly dragged myself out of my bed and walked over to the other side of the room and turned it off. I glanced over at the bed and saw Jena was still fast asleep. I heaved a sigh and walked like a zombie - except for the whole arms outstretched thing - to the kitchen. I walked over to the fridge and got a piece of cold pizza. I stared at the pizza in my end and thought about whether or not I should heat it up. I shrugged and stuffed it in my mouth and started to leave the room.
I walked into the living room and saw Freddie was still fast asleep. I looked at the TV and then back at the couch that Freddie was sleeping on. I really wanted to watch TV because I needed to wake up somehow. But I didn't want to wake Freddie up. He was usually always working and he had gotten home super late last night.
I finally made up my mind. I walked over to the TV and grabbed the remote. I turned on my heel and then sat down on Freddie's legs. "What..." Freddie muttered.
"Morning," I said as I turned the TV onto the boring news.
"What are you doing?" Freddie asked me.
"Watching TV, duh."
"And you couldn't have let me get off the couch first?" Freddie asked.
I sat there and pretended to think about it. I shook my head and said, "Nope."
Freddie groaned and leaned back against the couch. "Can you at least sit somewhere else besides on my legs?" he asked.
"Nope."
Freddie groaned again. "Can you at least get off of me so I can get ready for work?" he asked.
"When do you have to go to work?" I asked him.
"Nine," he said.
"And what time is it now?" I asked him.
"Six thirty," he said.
I tapped my chin with my finger and then looked at him. "No."
Freddie groaned and then sat up. "This is really uncomfortable, Sam," he said.
I snorted. "Oh, thanks."
Freddie rolled his eyes at me. "Sam, you're sitting on my knees and it hurts!"
"So?"
"You could mess my knees up," he said trying to get me off of him.
"Really?" I asked pretending to be shocked.
Freddie grabbed my waist and pulled me down on top of him. "This is better," he said.
I smiled down at him and bent down to kiss him on the lips. I started kissing him and before you know it, it's a full make-out scene. I felt Freddie's hands slowly sliding up my shirt.
Suddenly, I heard coughing coming from the door. "You wake up in the morning to get ready to go to a friend's house. You walk into the living room because you want to watch TV. You see your parents making-out on the couch. You throw up on them both," Liz said making gagging noises. I heard her turn on her heel and I looked down at Freddie.
Freddie just smiled up at me and then I rolled off of him. "We should probably get ready," I said to him.
"I guess," he said.
We both stood up and I decided to straighten up my shirt. "Well, I'm wide awake now," I said to Freddie.
"Same here."
"Ew. Ew. Ew," Liz said from the kitchen. "Why can I still hear you two?" I rolled my eyes and headed off to get ready for my stupid job at the insane Gibson Family Restaurant type place thing.
...~*~...
I ended up forcing Freddie to take me to Carly's early because I needed to speak with her. Freddie dropped me off and I waved goodbye to him as I entered through the backdoor. I walked inside and saw Carly was sitting on the couch with Gibby, her head resting on his shoulder. "Thanks for knocking," she said to me as I took my coat off.
"When do I ever knock?" I asked.
"So true," she said. "Hopefully you won't set a bad example for my kids."
I rolled my eyes. "Bad example. Your kids. Ha ha. Your kids don't spend enough time with me to become all bad and hardcore like my kids," I said to her.
"Again, so true. I hope you don't mind, but Liz and Jason aren't turning out the great," Carly said.
I shrugged. "They spent way too much time with me."
Carly laughed. "I can tell," she said.
I looked at Gibby. "Why are you so quiet?"
Gibby didn't answer me.
Carly sighed. "Gibby, Max, and Matt made a bet. They were betting about whether or not you'd survive your first day at work. Gibby and Max said you wouldn't survive, but Matt said you would. So, now Gibby and Max can't talk for an entire week and they each owe Matt fifty dollars," Carly said glaring over at Gibby.
I laughed. "Haha. How does Gibby feel? Not telling Carly how purty she is everyday and then you owe your son fifty bucks. It's such a hard life," I said laughing.
Gibby glared and shook his fist at me.
"Stop it, Sam," Carly said glancing over at Gibby. "And quick question. Why are you ten minutes early?" she asked.
"You and I need to talk. Alone," I said.
Gibby shrugged and then got off the couch and left the room.
"So, what's up?" Carly asked as soon as the door had closed behind Gibby.
"It's Jena," I said as I sat down on the couch next to her.
"Did she have another dream?"
"Yeah, and she said the ambulance and police all got the spot really quickly," I told her.
Carly jumped up excitedly. "Did they save Freddie?" she asked excitedly.
"No idea, she wasn't able to see that," I told her. Carly frowned and then leaned back against the couch, her excitement gone. "But, she did get a goodish look at the killer."
Carly leaned closer. "What did she see?" Carly asked.
"Jena couldn't tell whether the person was male or female. But she did say that the person had green eyes, pale skin, and red lips."
"So most likely a girl?" Carly asked.
I laughed. "Maybe, but I've seen dudes with red lips."
"How did Jena describe the lips? Did she mention it looked like they were wearing make-up or what?" Carly asked.
"She couldn't remember," I told her.
Carly sighed. "Have you told her that she can see the future yet?" Carly asked.
I looked down at my lap. "How can I tell her that?" I whispered. "Tell her that her own father is going to most likely die?"
Carly wrapped her arms around me. "You have to tell her somehow," she said. "She has to know."
I sighed. "But how?"
"Maybe after it happens...But then she'll probably get mad at you because she couldn't have stopped it or something," Carly's voice slowly started to trail off. "How did your mom tell you?" she asked.
"My mom never told me," I said. "My grandma did. You know, at my dad's funeral. I was running around telling everybody who would listen that I saw it happen, but they called me insane. They also said that I wasn't anywhere near the accident. Grandma finally heard me and she told me everything."
"How did you react?" Carly asked.
I sighed. "I ended up grabbing a chicken leg and throwing it at my mom. I also locked myself in bedroom for one week and didn't eat anything at all. And that was pure torture," I said.
"You didn't eat anything for one week?" Carly said while gasping.
"I know. Even I'm shocked," I said.
"Wow." Carly took a deep breath and looked at me. "How do you think Jena would react?" she asked.
I sighed and leaned against the couch. "That's just it," I said. "She reacts differently to everything."
"Explain," Carly said to me.
"Explain..." I murmured. I tried to think of something, but I couldn't. I sighed. "I don't know. But it wouldn't be pretty. That's what I do know," I said.
"Oh."
I nodded my head. I glanced over at the clock on the wall. "We should probably open up," I said.
Carly sighed. "Yeah," she said.
...~*~...
Business was really busy that day. I could barely keep track of all the customers. Max ended up having to be excused from the bet because of the insane day. Of course, he could only talk to customers or say what exactly they were ordering to Carly so she could get it ready. Let's just say, I earned a bunch of money that day.
After we closed up, Carly offered to drive me home. I said no because Freddie was going to pick me up to go to that fancy French restaurant or whatever.
I stood on the sidewalk and waited for Freddie to show up. Finally, I saw him drove up and I jumped into the passenger seat. "Hey," I said as I climbed in.
"Hey," he said.
"So, how was your day at work?" I asked not knowing what to say.
Freddie shrugged. "Good I guess. This one guy quit because he got ticked off at us for getting rid of the Pear Software."
"Cool," I said not knowing what to say.
"Yeah, I guess."
I looked over at Freddie. He didn't seem happy whatsoever. He was frowning and he kept glancing down or he would look out the window. But he never even looked over at me.
I took a deep breath. "Is everything okay, Freddie?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said.
I nodded my head and then looked out the window. The rest of the car ride was quiet.
We finally got to the restaurant and Freddie parked the car. I got out and looked up at the sky. "So," I said. "It looks like it's gonna rain."
Freddie glanced up. "Yeah," he said.
I groaned and then stopped him from walking into the restaurant. "What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing's wrong," he said to me.
"Freddie, I know you well enough to know that something is wrong with you," I said.
"Haven't you always thought something is wrong with me?" Freddie asked.
I sighed and then lightly smacked Freddie on the shoulder. "You know what I mean," I said.
"There's nothing wrong, Sam. Just drop it," Freddie said. He shoved his hands into his pockets and then walked around me and into the restaurant. I stood there and watched him walk away. I sighed and then started to catch up with him.
We walked in and the waitress quickly led us to our table. There were already five other people there. I recognized only two of them. Jacob Adams, Freddie's boss, and Abigail James. Jacob stood up and walked over to us. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Benson," he said. He shook my hand and smiled at me. "I haven't seen you for a long time, Mrs. Benson," he said to me.
"It's nice to see you again, sir," I said trying my best to be polite. You see, Jacob Adams is a business man and he's always formal with people. I'm pretty sure that I've never heard him call anyone -except his wife and kids- by their first name. It's really annoying. And one time, I called him Jacob and Freddie shot me a glare. Turns out, Freddie almost got fired because I had called Jacob by his first name. And I find it very stupid.
Freddie sat down next to Abigail and motioned for me to follow. I sat down next to him. I sat there and then looked at the menu on the table. "Hey, Freddie," I whispered. "You speak French right?" I asked.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "Just look at the pictures and when it's time to order, just point at the one you want," he said to me. And yes, his voice was still grumpy.
I nodded my head. I flipped open the menu and started looking at all the pictures, deciding what I should or shouldn't get.
"So, Freddie," Abigail began. "Was Jeb at work today? I forgot to look for him."
"Um..No, he wasn't at work," Freddie said.
"Okay thanks," she said.
"Why?" Freddie asked her.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "He was suppose to bring me the layout plans for the new Lime Phone App and I remembered that after I had left."
"Which app?" Freddie asked.
"The one that allows users to upload live videos to SplashFace," Abigail said. "Hopefully he'll be there tomorrow so we can get to work on that."
"Yeah, I wish I had a copy so I could do it tonight," Freddie said staring down at his menu.
I sighed and then leaned my elbows on the table. I felt a hand smack my leg and I was about to turn around and slap whoever did it, when I saw Freddie was glaring at me. I pulled back, remembering the stupid Mr. Adams-Hates-Bad-Table-Manners talk Freddie had given me a few years ago. I sighed and then leaned against my seat, trying to relax. "So, Sam," Abigail said. "I see you finally got a job."
I shrugged. The waitress brought our table some bread-sticks so I grabbed one and put it in my mouth. I quickly swallowed and then began talking (see, I can have good table manners...sometimes). "It's mainly because Freddie forced me to and my friend, Carly, needed some extra help at the place," I told her.
"You're friends with the owner?" she asked.
I nodded my head. "Best friends is more like it. Actually, we're more like sisters, but we're not related," I told her.
Abigail nodded. "So, do you get special treatment or not?"
"Not. Carly is a very strict person when it comes to business. Right, Freddie?" I asked trying to get Freddie to talk.
"Yeah," he said. I saw him glancing down at something in his hand. I looked down and saw he was texting somebody.
"Who're you texting?" I whispered into his ear. He exited out of the message and went to contacts and showed me the named Liz. "Why?"
"She's feeling sick and needs someone to pick her up. Can you-"
I nodded my head. Freddie slipped his phone into my hand and I slowly stood up. "I'll be right back," I said to everybody at the table. I walked away and headed towards the bathroom. I couldn't let Freddie get caught texting at the table or else he would get fired.
I walked into the bathroom and started to call Liz. "Dad?" she asked.
"It's mom," I said to her. "Is everything alright?" I asked her.
"No, I'm feeling sick," she said. "I feel like I'm about to puke my guts out."
"Do you want me to call Carly and ask her to pick you up?" I asked.
"Yes, please," she said.
"Alright, I'll hang up and call her real quick. Then I'll call you back and tell you if she's coming to get your or Gibby or whoever. Okay?" I asked.
"Thanks, mom," she murmured. "Bye."
"Bye," I said. I sighed and hung up. I quickly dialed Carly's number.
"Hello!" Carly said into the phone.
"Hey, Carly, can you pick Liz up from her friend's house. She's not feeling great and she wants to go home," I said getting straight to the point. I didn't want to hang out in the bathroom for too long.
"Um, yeah. Which friend?" Carly asked.
"Rosa."
"Rosa. She lives downtown right?" Carly asked.
"Right. You know where downtown?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I remember from last time," Carly said. "So, I'm on my way right now. I'm going to bring some medicine with me so she can go ahead and take some when I pick her up. Do you want me to drop her off at your place or bring her to mine?" Carly asked me.
"Umm..Take her to yours in case she starts to get worse," I said.
"Alright, bye," Carly said.
"Bye." I hung up and dialed Liz's number.
"Hey," Liz said groggily.
"Carly's coming to pick you up. I have to go before people start to wonder where I went," I told her quickly. "I hope you feel better, hon. Bye."
"Bye," Liz said.
I closed the phone and shoved it into my purse and started to leave the restroom. I was about to open the door when it came open itself and whacked me in the head. I fell down onto the floor. I groaned.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Sam!" Abigail said rushing over to me. "Freddie asked me to come and check on you," she said.
"Freddie? Why would-" I stopped and shook my head. "Never mind," I said. I got up and glared at Abigail.
"I'm really sorry," she said. "Please forgive me."
"I forgive you," I said not wanting to her hear annoying voice begging for forgiveness anymore.
"Thanks. And I'm truly sorry," she said. I groaned in both pain and her annoyingness.
We finally made it back to the table and I sat down next to Freddie. I rubbed my forehead and groaned. "What happened?" Freddie asked and I felt all eyes turn on me.
I glanced at Abigail and she was already blushing. "Um..I was leaving the bathroom and someone opened the door and it whacked me in the head," I said trying to be nice to Abigail - mainly because I didn't want to hear her talk about how terrible she felt and blah.
"Oh, that must have hurt," Jacob said.
"It did," I said wanting to just stop talking about it.
"Do you need to take something?" Freddie asked. I shook my head. Freddie leaned in closer. "Is the problem solved?" he asked. I nodded my head. He nodded and leaned back against the seat.
I sighed and rested my head on Freddie's shoulder. I felt Freddie's hand pat my leg once and then stay there. I sighed and then removed my head from Freddie's shoulder.
The dinner ended after about two hours of boring science junk talk. The only good part about the meal was probably the food. The only exciting part was me getting whacked in the head by a stupid door.
Freddie and I left the restaurant and went to the car. I climbed into the passenger's seat and waited for Freddie to drive away. "What are you waiting for?" I asked him.
"We're taking Abigail home. She had to get a ride with Juliet to get here, but Juliet can't take her back home," Freddie told me.
I sighed. "Is it a long drive to her house?" I asked him.
"No, not really," Freddie said to me.
I turned my head and looked at him. "Freddie, please tell me what's wrong," I said.
Freddie took a deep breath and looked away from me. I sighed and then glanced out the window. I saw Abigail heading over to our car and she got into the backseat.
"Thanks, guys. I'm so glad that you're able to take me back to my house," she said happily. She put her purse on the seat next to her and then buckled up.
"Your welcome," Freddie said. He started the car and we drove off in silence. I was actually surprised the Abigail wasn't saying anything.
We finally got to Abigail's house. "Thanks once again," she said as she got out of the car. "I owe you one," she said smiling over at Freddie. Freddie just nodded his head. "Goodbye, Sam," she said to me.
"Bye," Freddie and I said at the same time.
After she had left, Freddie and I continued to sit there in silence. "Oh, yeah," I said. "We need to drive by Carly's and pick up Liz."
"Figured as much," Freddie muttered.
I sighed and then stared out the window.
...~*~...
I crawled into the bed. I layed down on my side and looked over at Freddie. "Freddie," I said.
"What?" Freddie said staring at the ceiling.
"What did I do to make you mad at me?" I asked him.
"I'm not mad at you," he said.
"Then why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad, but I'm getting that way," he said glaring over at me.
I glared at him and then rolled onto my other side, my back facing him. I put my head against the pillow and turned the lights off. "Goodnight, dork," I said rudely.
"Whatever," Freddie said. I heard him roll onto his side and I knew his back was facing mine.
I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep.
I was sitting by a window. The rain was pouring down in outside and you couldn't see anything. The rain hammered noisily against the roof of the house. I sighed and then slowly stood up. I walked into the living room and turned the TV on, but the satellite wasn't working. I turned it off and then walked into Ruby's bedroom. She was writing insanely fast and muttering to herself. "There's only one way to stop it," she whispered to herself. "That would equal" she paused and tapped her chin with her pencil. "-158,890,001,840." She nodded her head and wrote down a few other things.
She jumped up out of her seat. "I've got it!" she said excitedly. "It's the only way to go back!"
I woke up and sat up. I looked over at Freddie who was still sound asleep. I took a deep breath. That had been the first vision I had ever had that didn't involve something bad happening. Unless, what Ruby had discovered was bad, then maybe I had discovered something bad.
But my only question was: What did Ruby discover?
This chapter was 4,028 words. lol. I feel so proud. This is probably the longest chapter I've EVER written. lol. Anywho, it's time to answer/thank you guys, the reviewers. I do this at the end of each Author's Note every now and then, so always ask questions and I may or may not answer them!
First off, I'd love to thank Angel, an anonymous review, for being the first to to review! She was also the first anonymous reviewer. And Mistress of the Strange was the first member-reviewer! :)
Seddie-Ruby has red hair because I wanted her to have red hair. And plus, I like red hair. It's a pretty color...lol
N-Do you think I'm going to kill Freddie? I mean, this is a seddie story and you can't have the eddie without the Freddie. And plus, there's always a happy ending...Usually.
So, that's it! And also, I forgot to mention the name for the French Restaurant. In the last chapter, I had it, but I'm too lazy to type it again. Anyways, what it meant was To Eat In France. I was too lazy to find the name of a french restaurant and I was too lazy to come up with a real name. So, I used my French Class skills and just wrote that...lol. But I'm too lazy to think about French class right now so I won't type it again.
So, that's a wrap! And also, make sure you eat the McRibs things from McDonald's because they are scrumptious. lol. Mmm...Ribs. *sighs happily*
~InsaneBlueberry~