Sam POV:

I crawled into my bed and put my head against the pillow. I sighed and glanced over at Freddie's sleeping body. I sighed again and started talking to myself like a crazy person. "So, Freddie, life really sucks doesn't it? Having you ignore me and be all peeved off at me and crap. Makes my life better," I said to myself. "And even worse, you won't even believe me when I tell you the truth about Abigail. So what if you've known her since college? You've known me since we were four years old." I looked over at Freddie and softly slapped him with a pillow. Luckily, he didn't wake-up. I sighed. "So, life really does suck," I said.

Freddie grumbled in his sleep and I looked over at him. "No, I won't say I'm sorry," I said. "You should say sorry because you're the stupid one who won't listen to me when I'm telling the truth." Freddie grumbled again. I heaved a breath and glared over at his sleeping body.

"Goodnight, dumb-dumb," I said to him. I grabbed the pillow and whacked it with my fist. I rolled onto my side, my back facing him. Then my head fell onto the pillow.

...~*~...

I woke up the next morning. I rolled onto my back and looked over at Freddie who was still sleeping. I sighed and just lied there. Then the phone started ringing annoyingly. I sighed and pulled myself out of the bed. "I'll get it," I mumbled.

I walked over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" I asked sort-of nicely.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Fredward Benson?" a woman's voice asked me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked her.

"May I speak to Mr. Benson?" she asked.

I glanced over at Freddie who was now awake and sitting up and staring at me. "No," I said. "He's busy at the moment. You can tell me and I'll tell him."

Freddie glared at me. "Sam," he said.

I held my finger up at him. "Well, Mrs. Benson, I am calling to tell you about Mr. Zeke Carter," she said. I spent a few seconds thinking about who the heck Zeke Carter was then I remembered he was the Pear dude.

"Oh, what about him?" I asked.

"Well, he's missing. His wife called the police last night and told them that she found a note on her door. It said that Mr. Carter had been kidnapped and by the time she read the letter he would be dead. We're calling people who knew him and asking to see if they knew anything about what happened to him," the woman said.

I sighed. "I don't really know-" I paused and then one of my old visions flashed in front of my eyes. I scanned everything as I saw the man shot down by the woman. I blinked my eyes and tried to search for anything else that would give me hints about where this happened. "I think I have an idea. You should check out Willows Street and an apartment house that has a 'Welcome to the Family' sign on it. Search all the closets," I said trying to tell her as much as I could without blowing my secret.

"Did he have an enemy there?" the woman asked.

"I think so," I told her.

"Thank you, very much, Mrs. Benson," the woman said. "I'm so glad that you've told us this. Hopefully we'll find Mr. Carter and he'll be safe."

"Your welcome," I said.

"Goodbye," she said.

"Bye." I sighed and hung up and glanced down at the phone. "I doubt he'll be alive," I muttered to myself.

"What was that about?" Freddie asked me as he climbed out of the bed.

"Your BFF, Zeke Carter, is missing and most likely dead," I told him.

"He's not my BFF-"

"Shut-it, Fredward," I said to him.

"But dead? I doubt that," Freddie said. "Who'd want him dead?"

I sighed. Someone who hired him to do something, but he backed out. "Who knows?" I said.

...~*~...

I sat in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee while I thought to myself. I thought about all my stupid problems in life. I even thought about what happened to Zeke Carter. I heard the telephone ring and I grabbed it immediately. "Hello?" I asked hoping it was random woman telling me he was alive.

"Mrs. Benson?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"We found Zeke Carter. He was locked in a closet and he was found dead. Blood was covering his entire body and it was obvious that he had been shot. Do you have any ideas about who killed him?" she asked.

"The person who lived there?" I told her, but it sounded like a question.

"Actually, no one has lived there for fifty years and the last person who lived there is now dead. We have detectives and such trying to figure everything out," she said.

I sighed. "I think a woman killed him," I told her. "I remember seeing him argue with a woman with long, black hair and they were really angry at each other and-" I stopped talking as it hit me. Abigail.

"And?" the woman asked.

"I think that's it," I whispered.

"Thank you," she said. "We're very thankful for your help. Hopefully we'll solve the case."

"I hope so," I said as I hung up.

I heard footsteps walking down the hallway towards me. "Who called?" Freddie asked as he came into the kitchen.

"The woman who told me Zeke was missing. She called to tell me he was dead. She asked me if I had any ideas about who killed him," I told Freddie.

"Do you have an idea?" he asked.

"Yeah, I saw him argue with a woman with long black hair. They seemed really angry at each other, so maybe she killed him," I said.

"How do you know this?" Freddie asked.

I opened my mouth and was about to tell him we needed to talk immediately, but there was a knock on the door. I sighed. "I'll tell you later," I said. I walked over to the door and opened it. Carly stood there and she was all smiley-face.

"Hey!" she said happily. "I'm here to take the kids to my house for two long weeks!"

"I thought Gib was coming," I said glancing behind her.

"He was, but there wasn't enough room for him in the car." I snorted. "Sam! He's skinnier than he use to be when we were teens!" Carly said angrily.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said. "You may now come into my...Crazy house?"

It was Carly's turn to roll her eyes. "Thanks, I guess," she said as I let her in.

"So, Liz and Jason are the only ones who are awake," I said. "I'll wake-up the others before I leave and-"

Carly put her hand on my shoulder. "Sam," she said. "Are you and Freddie still angry at each other?"

I shrugged. "I guess," I said. "Our fights come and go. Things change overnight."

"Do I want to know what you did last night?" she asked.

I laughed. "We slept. And I literally mean sleep. Like snoring and dreaming and stuff," I told her.

Carly sighed. "Anyways, as long as you two don't fight during your trip, I'll be fine," she said.

"Oh, we won't be fighting," I said suggestively.

"Shut-up, Sam!" Carly said covering her ears with her hands. "Again, you two have scarred me for life many times!"

"How many?"

"I dunno, ten or twenty," she said.

"Ha! So you can still hear me!"

Carly turned and glared at me. "You still act like a kid," she said.

"All adults do," I told her.

"No, they don't," she said.

I glared at her.

...~*~...

I walked into Ruby's bedroom and walked over to her bed. I bent down and started rubbing her back to wake her up. "Wake-up," I said. "Mommy and Daddy got to leave."

Ruby sighed and slowly sat up. "Already?" she asked sleepily. I nodded my head. She sighed and rubbed her eyes to wake-up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye, Momma," she said. "I'll miss you."

"At least you'll have Aunt Carly and Uncle Gibby," I told her.

She shrugged. "They're cool, I guess. Aunt Carly is strict and Uncle Gibby is...weird," she told me.

I laughed. "Good, I'm glad you think those things," I told her. I kissed her forehead. "Now get ready, Aunt Carly is ready to go home."

I left her room and made sure she was getting up to get dressed. I then walked to Jena's room. She was already awake. "Bye, Momma," she said. She kissed my cheek and I kissed her forehead. She looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Don't let Daddy get hurt."

I nodded my head. "I won't let anything happen to him, I promise," I whispered.

She shook her head. "I don't believe you, sorry."

I sighed. "It's okay, I wouldn't believe me either," I said.

I started to leave her room then stopped. "Bye, sweetie," I said. "And you need to get ready because Carly's ready to leave." Jena nodded her head.

I was about to walk in Jason's room when the door burst open. "I knew you'd be here," he said looking up at me.

"Bye," I said forcing him to hug me goodbye.

"Let go of me, Mom!" he said angrily.

"Say bye."

"Bye, now let go!"

I stopped hugging him and then kissed the top of his head. "Bye, Jason," I said as I walked away.

"Whatever," he said while messing with his hair.

I then went to Liz's room. She was texting on her phone and she glanced up at me. "What do you want?" she asked.

"I'm here to say bye," I told her.

"I don't care," she said. "Just leave me alone."

"Bye," I told her. "I love you and I'll miss you."

"Whatever."

I sighed and left her room. I walked into the kitchen. "Where's Fredward?" I asked Carly who was sitting in a chair at the table.

"He's loading the suitcases into you all's care," she said. I nodded my head. Carly looked up at me. "You don't have to go on vacation," she said. "It may be best."

I sighed. "It's going to happen sometime," I told her. "Heck, it may not even happen on this trip and it may happen in five years. I don't know. I never know."

Carly sighed. "Sam, I don't think-"

"Carly, even if Freddie gets shot, I already know that he'll somehow be saved," I told her.

"How? If he dies there's no way to bring him back to life," Carly said.

"Just trust me. I have this feeling in my gut that tells me he's going to survive. Even if he gets shot, he's going to come back. I just know it," I told her.

"And where did you get this crazy idea?" she asked me.

I tapped my head. "From the crazy place I call my brain," I told her.

Carly was about to say something, but Freddie opened up the door. "Hey," he said. "Time to leave."

Carly looked up at me and slowly stood up. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Bye, Sam. Have fun," she said loud enough for Freddie to hear. Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Watch out for him." We pulled away and I nodded my head.

"Bye, Carls," I said. "Tell Gibs that he's crazy and I'll miss him."

Carly rolled her eyes. Then she walked over to Freddie and hugged him. "Be safe," she told him.

Freddie laughed. "Why wouldn't I be safe?" he asked.

Carly shrugged. "Don't know, I just care about you," she said. She pulled away from him. "Have fun," she said.

I heard shouts coming down the hall and I could tell it was Jason and Liz. "You have fun," Freddie and I said at the same time.

Carly smiled. "Bye bye," she said.

Freddie and I left the house and climbed into the car. I pulled my seat-belt on (mainly because the last time I didn't, Freddie gave me a super boring long talk about seat-belts) and looked over at Freddie. "Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked him.

He looked over at me. "Like what?"

"Maybe that you're sorry?" I asked trying to hint to him that I wanted him to apologize to me.

"No."

I sighed.

Wrote this in one day. I kept trying to think of ideas for this story and I knew I wanted Zeke to finally die (wow..That doesn't sound mean at all...) and blah. And sorry that Freddie and Sam didn't make-up just yet. But they may or may not in the next chapter. (Idk about what happens in the next chapter).

*sigh* So this is where you guys come in to help me. How many chapters for this story do you want? Do you want a super long story like..maybe twenty or more chapters. Or would you rather I keep this at fifteen chapters? If you choose 15 chapters, the chapters will be way longer and will take much longer to get out. If you choose twenty or more, the chapters will be the same length as they usually are and will come out faster and more normal-like.

On the poll I mentioned about in the last chapter, I noticed that most people want Abigail or the Mystery Man to shoot Freddie. But only I know who will. And only I know why they will shoot him. And so far, the person who *cough*doesshoothim*cough* is one of the top 3 choices (Abigail, MM, and Jessica).

Till Next Time,

~InsaneBlueberry~