Sam POV:

I woke up. The dream flying back into my mind as I thought about it. I flipped the lamp next to my bed on and opened the drawer, searching for the notepad and pen I had put there. "Sam," Freddie grumbled in his sleep. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I told him. "Just go back to sleep."

I grabbed the notepad and pen and rested against the bed frame. I pulled my legs up against me and started to write down the information from my dream.

Woman 1-Black hair, tall

Man-Blonde hair, tall

Woman 2-Curly blonde hair, tall

I set the notepad back into the drawer. I flipped the light back off and crawled under the covers. "What was that about?" Freddie asked me.

I shrugged. "Nothing," I told him. "Goodnight." I closed my eyes and slowly went to sleep.

...~*~...

I woke up the next morning. Thank God it was Saturday. I climbed out of the bed and went straight to the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and grabbed the carton of milk. I set the milk on the table and grabbed a glass and poured the milk into it. "Morning," Freddie said as he walked into the room. "Sleep well last night?" he asked.

"Totally," I said as I took a drink.

Freddie laughed and walked over to me. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "So, aren't Melanie and James coming over today?" he asked.

"Yup, do you wanna clean the house?" I asked him.

"No, I don't want to clean, but you can," he said.

I shrugged. "I'll let Melanie clean."

Freddie laughed. "I'm sure she'll love that. Coming to visit you and ending up cleaning," he said.

"Yup."

I took another drink and set the come back down on the table. "So, Fredward," I said. "What do you wanna do today?"

Freddie shrugged. "We could just hang out or something," he said.

I heard a knock on the door. I groaned. I unwrapped Freddie's arms from around me and went and opened the door. Carly stood there with Gibby, Max, and Matt behind her. "Hey!" she said. "Can we come in?"

"Sure," I said moving out of her way. They all came inside the house. "Yo, Fredward! Carls and the fam are all here!" I shouted at Freddie.

"Okay!" Freddie shouted.

"So, what are you people doing here?" I asked Carly.

"Well, Melanie mentioned the whole party thing, so I thought I might as well show up to help you get set up and everything," she said.

"Oh. Thanks," I said to her.

She nodded. "Gibby and Freddie can set the tents up outside," she said. "You and I can cook." I groaned loudly. "We're going to make a bunch of foods that Melanie told me to make. She said that she'll also be bringing some Mexican food with her when she comes, so no worries about Mexican."

"Can't you do all the cooking?" I asked Carly.

"No."

"So what am I doing?" Freddie asked Carly.

"Helping Gibby set up the tents," she said.

"Come on. Let's hurry up because it's gonna rain soon," Gibby complained to Freddie.

"Right," Freddie said as he ran outside. "Sam, can you tell Jason to get out here and help?"

"Maybe," I said. I cleared my throat. "Yo, Jason! Get your butt out of bed and get outside and help your father!"

"Why?" Jason shouted.

"Because I said so!"

"Whatever!" Jason stomped out of his room angrily and slammed the front door shut.

I turned to Carly and she smiled at me. She turned to the kitchen and started pulling random things out of her bag. She started to mutter to herself. "Jello, pudding, cake, eclair, ice cream, smoothies."

"Carly," I said warningly.

"Get Liz!" she commanded.

"Whatever," I said. I walked away from Carly and into Liz's room. "Yo, Liz," I said. "Carly wants you to help her cook."

Liz suddenly jumped up out of her bed and darted into the kitchen. "Yay!" she said as she ran past me. My eyes grew wide. I never had known that my daughter loved to cook. If I had known, I would have been forcing her to cook supper every night. Well, I guess things will change when Freddie and I get back from our vacation.

If Freddie gets back.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Carly and Liz were busy in the kitchen. "Well, I guess y'all don't need my help so-"

"Don't move, Sam!" Carly said. "You are going to help! You see that bowl over there." Carly turned and pointed at the bowl on the table. "Stir that for ten minutes, then you will stir another one for ten, and ect."

I groaned. "But-"

"No buts, mom," Liz said turning around to smirk at me.

"Do you want to get grounded?" I asked her.

"Sure, I got nothing to lose," she said.

I glared at her and she glared at me. I turned around and started to stir the bowl. Stupid cooking.

...~*~...

Melanie showed up at the house with her husband, James, and her daughter, Caterina. Melanie took my spot for me so I crashed onto the couch. I kicked my feet up and relaxed into the couch. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"You have five seconds," a woman said in front of me. Her green eyes glaring into my blue ones. She slowly started to countdown from five in quiet whispers.

"I...I..." I couldn't speak. My voice was stuck in my throat.

"2, 1," she whispered.

"I-"

I felt her hands grab onto my shirt and push me. I felt the rocks slipping out from under my feet and then there was nothing underneath me. I screamed and felt myself falling.

I jumped up off my bed. My breath hitched and my hand against my chest. "What the hell," I whispered to myself.

I heard footsteps behind me and Freddie walked in and sat down on the couch next to me. "Hey, Sam," he said smiling at me. He looked at the expression on my face and he became worried. "What's wrong, Sam?" he asks. He put his hand on my knee and scooted closer to me.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I told him. I put a smile on my face. "It's nothing," I said again.

Freddie sighed. He grabbed my waist and pulled my onto his lap. "You need to relax," he said. "You've been so tense lately."

I sighed and leaned against him. Freddie then pulled me off of him and stood up and walked around the couch. He stood there and put his hands on my shoulders. He started to massage my shoulders and I sighed. "I guess I need to relax," I said.

"Has work been doing this to you?" he asked me.

"Nope, work has been easy... To some sort," I told him.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Positive."

"So, what's been bugging you?" he asked.

I closed my eyes. Should I tell him? Should I tell him about how I can see the future and how I keep seeing bad things happening to our family? No. If Freddie, and I, survive our trip to Hawaii, I'll tell him immediately. I have to tell him one day. "I'll tell you later," I said.

"How about now?" he whispered his breath hot against my neck.

I shivered. "Nope," I said.

Freddie bent closer to me and started kissing my neck. I bit my lip to try and hold back a moan. "Freddie," I said.

"Hmm?"

"Stop."

Freddie ignored me and jumped over the couch and sat next to me. He put a hand and held onto the other side of my neck and continued kissing my neck. "Freddie," I said. "Stop before someone sees." Freddie continued ignoring me and he continued kissing my neck.

"Sam, I was thinking that maybe-What the heck?"

Freddie paused, but kept his lips on my neck. "What?" he asked.

"Ew," Carly said.

I turned my head and looked at Carly. "Hey," I said nodding my head in her direction.

Carly nodded her head uncertainly. "You two are disgusting," she said.

"Oh. And you and Gibby aren't?" I asked her sarcastically.

"Well, at least Gibby is smart enough to not kiss me like that when visitors are over! He has manners," Carly told me.

"Yeah, well at this house, manners don't exist," I told her.

Carly rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I was going to tell you that the party was going to start in twenty minutes, but I can see you're both very busy at the moment."

I rolled my eyes at Carly and jumped off of the couch. "Come on, Fredward. Let's get ready for the party," I said. I grabbed Freddie's hand and pulled him to our bedroom.

...~*~...

I sat down at the table in the tent. I put my elbows on the table and put my head in my hands. I looked over at where Freddie was standing. He was busy talking to his boss and Abigail and I was sitting there super bored. I sighed and grabbed a piece of chicken off my plate and took a bite. "Some party," I mumbled in between bites.

"Sam," Freddie called from where he was standing. He motioned for me to come over to him.

I groaned and slowly stood up. I walked over to Freddie with a fake smile plastered on my face. "Hello," I said.

"Hello, Mrs. Benson," Mr. Adams said to me.

"Hello, sir," I said.

"Have you had a good day so far?" he asked me.

"Yes, I have. And you?"

"Wonderful," he said.

I nodded my head.

Abigail smiled and turned to look at Freddie. "So, Freddie, how has everything bee for you?" she asked.

Freddie shrugged. "Good, I guess. You know, Sam and I are going on vacation to Hawaii next week," he said.

"Oh really? Sounds exciting." Ugh. Boring adult conversations.

"Oh, I remember you mentioning that. I'll make sure Miss James here does a good job while you are away," Mr. Adams said to Freddie. Freddie nodded his head. "Anyways, I have to go. Goodbye," he said as he walked away.

Abigail watched him leave. "Do you want me to go get us something to drink?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. Freddie nodded his head. Abigail smiled and walked away.

"So, Sam, what's up?" Freddie asked me.

I slapped him on the shoulder. "Shut it, dork," I said. Freddie smirked at me.

Abigail came back and handed me and Freddie our drinks. I glanced into mine and sniffed it. "Wine?" I asked.

Abigail nodded. "Of course," she said after she took a small sip.

I shrugged and took a big gulp of the wine. "Mmm," I said as I wiped my mouth off.

Abigail rolled her eyes at me and turned to Freddie. "Since you'll be gone, is there anything important you need me to do next week?" she asked.

"And the week after that," he said.

"Oh right."

"Well, I guess-"

"Goodbye," I said as I walked away from the two of them.

...~*~...

I sat on the front porch with Carly. I crossed my legs and took another sip of the stupid wine. "So, what's up, Carly?" I asked boringly.

Carly rolled her eyes. "Had any more dreams lately?" she asked me.

I nodded my head and took another sip. "Yup, a few more. One of them included me getting shoved off a cliff." I shrugged. "No biggie."

Carly smacked my knee. "Sam, why didn't you tell me?" she asked angrily.

I shrugged and took another sip. "Sorry, I forgot," I told her. "Plus, as you saw, Freddie and I-"

"Shut-up," Carly said. "You two have scarred me for life many, many times! So shut-up!" I smirked and took another sip.

I heard the bench creak and glanced over at the girl next to me. "Hey, Melanie," I said.

"Sam, are you drinking?" Melanie asked. "You know what any type of alcohol does to you! It makes you crazy and say crazy and stupid things!" She grabbed the glass out of my hand and poured it out into the flowers.

"Hey!" I said angrily. "It's just wine! It ain't gonna hurt me!" I shoved Melanie out of her seat and laughed as she fell on her butt. Her skirt came up showing her panties and I giggled. She blushed from embarrassment. She quickly stood up and pulled down her skirt.

"Samantha," she yelled angrily. She grabbed my shirt and shoved me off the front porch and into the flower garden. I gasped as my face hit the mud. I groaned and looked up. Abigail and Freddie were standing there and looking down at me.

"Hey, Fredward," I said. "Abby. Can I call you Abby?" I asked Abigail.

"Uh..No?" Abigail said.

"That's cool."

Freddie bent down. He grabbed my waist and helped me stand up. "I'm good," I said as I leaned against Freddie.

Abigail rolled her eyes at me. "Hey, Abigail," Freddie said. "Can you take her inside and help her get cleaned up for me? I got to go talk to a few people real quick."

"Sure," Abigail said politely. Freddie nodded his head and walked away. I looked over at Abigail and saw she was glaring at me. "Come on," she said rudely.

I followed her into my house. She walked into my room and went to the closet and grabbed me some new clothes. She shoved them to me. "Get dressed," she said. "I have to hurry up and talk to important people. Aka, the people Freddie is talking to!"

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry," I said. "I'm hurrying." I stripped out of my dirty shirt and threw on the other one. I pulled my pants off and pulled the skirt on. I groaned. "Ew, I'm wearing a skirt," I groaned.

Abigail rolled her eyes. "Are we leaving now?" she asked impatiently. She tapped her foot and sighed loudly.

"Yes, we're leaving!" I said. I turned around and started to leave the room. I stopped and looked back. "Are you coming?" I asked her.

"Yes, I'm coming," she said. I saw her looking at a notepad and I walked over to her.

I grabbed the notepad out of her hands and looked at it. It was my dream book. I closed it shut and put it in my drawer. "Why were you looking through my things?" I asked her.

"I wasn't. It was lying open and right there," she said. I glared at her. "What was it anyways?" she asked.

"My dream book," I said.

"You write down your dreams?" she asked.

"Yes, why?"

"No reason. I just think it's... strange," she said.

"Think what you want. I. Don't. Care," I said. I glared at Abigail. "Let's leave," I said.

Abigail nodded and left the room. She walked out and I followed her out of the house. I glanced into Ruby's room and saw she was fast asleep. I then checked Jena's room and saw she was also sleeping. I checked on Jason and saw he was playing a game. I then checked on Liz and saw she was talking on the phone. She glared at me, so I continued walking.

I got outside and saw Abigail was standing next to Freddie and talking to a bunch of rich people. I looked over at Carly and saw her and Melanie were talking. I walked over to them and sat down next to Carly. "I hate her," I said.

"Who?" Carly asked.

"Abigail," I said.

"Abigail? She seems so nice!" Melanie said.

"Yeah," Carly said. "Sam, are you just being paranoid or something?"

"She's rude to me, Carly. And she also looked at my dream book thingie!" I said angrily.

"Sam, what did she read in your dream book?" Carly asked.

I shrugged. "Something," I said.

"What if she's the one who kills Freddie!" Carly and Melanie said at the same time.

I looked at them both. "Abigail? But she..." I paused and looked at her. This made no sense. Carly and Melanie thought that Abigail was the - or will be - the killer because she hates me. But she was so nice to Freddie. If she killed him, why? Did she want all the money or credit for the Lime Software for herself or what?

"She's not," I said. "She's not going to kill him."

"Kill who?" Freddie asked as he walked over to us.

I straightened up and smiled at him. "Nothing," I said.

Freddie shrugged. He looked over me and smiled. "You look good, Sam," he said as he held his hand out for me.

I smirked at him. "Whatever," I said. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up to go dance.

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad chapter. This chapter was so horrid/terrible. I hate it. HATE it. lol.

Anywho, is Abigail the killer? Or not? Only I know! And I know if she is or isn't! Maybe it's that Jessica girl from a few chapters back. Or the dude threatening Jessica. Heck, it may even be Mystery Woman #2 from Sam's dreams a few chapters back. Ya never know. Only moi knows. *major smirkage coming from me*

Anyways, sorry for the long wait! I've been busy/too lazy to right! Also, I was going to publish this on Wednesday, but I had forgotten that I was going to visit my family for 4 days so...Yeah. Happy Late Thanksgiving because I was somewhere with no internet! lol.

Next chapter is coming very soon. Aka, whenever I learn how to write. Until next time!

~Insane Blueberry~