A/N: ahhh, I feel like a bad mother that abandoned her baby for a long period of time! I went off on vacation and didn't take anything with me (there was no online services so I just took my ipod) and then after that I had my internet disabled. I realized I rely on internet way too much. But nonetheless I FINALLY got this story updated! And I am not sure if I am going to continue this any longer. As in, it is time for a closing to this story. So this story may have two more chapters and an epilogue. So I'm hoping you all that have enjoyed this story stay with me until the very end. :)
And otherwise enjoy!

Chapter 18: Your Guardian Angel

Freddie kept taking in deep breaths as he arrived at his hotel room, preparing for the interview that was scheduled today at four in the afternoon. He would be the last one that they would interview that day, so making a lasting impression was all he had for an advantage. He knew that he needed to make a good impression on them quickly, or they could just go and change their minds just as easily as they considered hiring him. Because this was not a simple business that just started overnight. This was a company that was expanding and taking nothing but the best to get there. These were strict people, and any funny business would result in a door slamming in the face and a job that was within his reach, but failing to grasp it. If he wanted to be a professional in this business, he had to do more than just want it. He realized that he needed to look the part as well. So he pulled out two suits that his mom picked out for him and called in Annabelle who was just outside in the other room.

He opened the first zipper that contained a nice tan suit with a blue-collar shirt underneath, contrasting with the jacket but in a good way. The other that he opened was a deep dark navy blue and a lighter blue collar. Both of them had no design whatsoever; they were just plain and simple. He shouldn't have expected much from his mother. She always said that her son would look good in anything he would wear. Now, he wished he had the money to go buy some new ones, because this was too plain to be remembered. He needed help in deciding which would look better on him for the interview, and who better than a woman who had a taste of corporate style. Annabelle strolled in casually and pursed her lips as soon as she saw them on the bed, showing dissatisfaction in both suits. Freddie noticed her displeasure and couldn't help but ask her what was wrong with either outfit.

"Nothing, just neither of them looks like you. I guess it's that I can't see you in a suit. Maybe just the undershirt would look better on you." She said, pulling out the collar from the jacket sleeve. She pressed it against Freddie's chest, and left her hand pressed against him, while her eyes glanced upwards to his face.

"I can't just go in an undershirt." He said as he took it from her hand and placing it beside the jacket. "Suits are what they wear don't they? That's how I can relate to them and well, its something I should get used to if I nail the interview in a few hours." He replied hotly as he chose the dark blue suit, opening the flaps to look at the inside shirt. With a black tie he thought it would give it a finishing touch.

"Well you see me," she said, stretching out her hands and turning around slowly, "and I don't dress like everyone else." She winked at him.

"That's because you know how to dress." He said, looking back and forth at the two suits. One would have the power to give him the job; he was just not sure which one held such power. "Now you need to help me dress for this interview that I am going to in a few hours, so pick one for me."

"More like in less than an hour." She answered back, trying to hide her signature smile. Freddie froze and turned back at her, his look of disbelief was priceless.

"What?" Freddie said, focusing on her face. He chuckled anxiously, "You're joking with me, I know that you are." He said. But her look never changed as she looked at him, her face was still as she kept staring, looking to see what he would do or say next. His face drained of all color as he started running all throughout the hotel, trying to figure out what he should do first. "I haven't even gotten ready in any way!" he rushed to the bathroom and slammed it shut, turning on the shower and quickly scrubbing himself down, even before he got in. He didn't know he had no time left. He could have sworn he had a few hours at the most.

He turned off the shower head and draped a towel covering only the bottom part of his body as he walked out, snatching his suitcase to gather all of his supplies: mouse, brush, face cream, hair dryer, etc. All the while as he was doing that, he couldn't help but noticing Annabelle, still standing right where she was.

"Come on! Help me out and pick one or the other while I go do my hair!" he told her as he walked back inside the bathroom to begin his daily regime of getting ready. That didn't stop him from calling out to her, "I can't believe I only have a little bit of time left! Why didn't you say anything-" he stuck his head out and looked at Annabelle again as he poured the foamy mouse onto his palm to rub it all over his hair. She was still just standing there. Instead of making a big deal and panicking just as much as he was, she still remained at her post, standing there as she brought her hands up to cover a suppressed giggle.

She let it out anyway, pointing at the drawer by the bed, her eyes focused on something by the bed, but throwing it back at his fierce brown ones. Freddie noticed where she was staring and looked at the alarm clock, showing that it read a little over two in the afternoon. His interview wasn't until four. The look that he gave her made her crack up in laughter. She grabbed her side as she fell onto the bed, her hair getting all disheveled. She was a practical joker to the core, and Freddie was always a gullible being, falling for anything a person told him. She always took advantage of that back in university.

"I knew the time difference would throw you off. I just didn't think it would be that much." She looked up at him and saw that he was not laughing; he was annoyed. She dropped back on the bed while she laughed a bit more. "Oh come on! How else was I going to see you shirtless?" she pulled her hand up to her face and let out another giggle. That broke him. That stopped him from going all postal and wanting to kick her out of his room. Actually, even if she didn't say that he still wouldn't kick her out. He just dropped the brush in the sink and grumbled under his breath. Why did he not consider checking the time? But most of all why did he think about listening to her?

He knew that she was like this: flirtatious, always laughing, and overall carefree. She was reckless as well, living for the moment just Sam would always do. She was just like Sam and Carly; a package all wrapped up in one. She had Carly's looks and Sam's nature. But he was not attracted to her like he was to Sam. With Sam, he loved the way that she was, both when they were around others as well as when they would be alone together. She didn't need to do much to grab his attention, because he was already hooked on her. But Annabelle held his attention quite a different way. She was trouble; he knew that she was by the way she would act around him. He would be mad at her in one second, and then forget about it the next due to the smile she would flash or the things that she would say. She was his own personal time bomb and she knew exactly how to activate him as much as to diffuse him. And he wanted to yell at her, but the way she was happily smiling and sprawled on his bed, she looked cute actually, and not to mention tempting. He quickly realized the way he was staring at her and turned away, trying to convince himself that he did not just think about her that way. It was just his hormones.

"Glad to see that your sense of practical jokes is still intact." He said, pulling a shirt over his head to cover himself. He didn't really like the way that she kept staring at him. But most of all he didn't like the way he was staring at her.

"It's a habit that will never die sadly." She said, walking over to him with a pair of boxers and pants in her hands that she took out from his suitcase. He thanked her from a distance and went back into the bathroom to change, making sure that he locked the door in the process.

It took Sam longer than she wanted to depart from the airport, but luckily she managed to get a plane that would leave at noon, and during the time it took for the plane to depart, millions of thoughts were cruising in her mind.

She didn't know if she should apologize right from the start. She knew that she was acting like a child and actually recognizing her defects was not something that she did everyday. But she still felt as though that would be something he would least expect. And catching him off guard with that goofy little face that he makes every time he is always makes Sam feel as though she has accomplished something. Not that she would overcome him, but she made him realize that she was actually growing up and becoming an adult.

As the plane began taking off, Sam held onto the handles, gripping them with her dear life. Closing her eyes, and keeping them shut until the turbulence subsided. She would always do that, afraid that there was no one to keep her company or at least to comfort her. When she would visit Mel at her fancy boarding school with her mom, she would never ask for the window side. She was always afraid that the glass would break and suck her off the plane. The middle seat was also a problem with her because she liked completely owning both of the handles. So the seat farthest away from the window was her best friend.

When the turbulence faded she opened her eyes and stared off into space. All she had in her head was Freddie. She wondered where she was going to see him. How he would look, and she thought about how she would begin her conversations.

"Boy trouble eh?" the woman beside her spoke, breaking into her concentration.

"What's it to ya?" She answered her harshly. New people were never the type that she would warm up to.

"I can tell by the way that you day dream. I sometimes look out into space just like you do. Does he live in Massachusetts?" she asked him. Sam looked at her, wondering if she should give out information about a boy (her boy) to a woman that she didn't even know her name. But she was smiling at the look upon Sam's suspicions, instead of being drawn away and insulted. She didn't look old, she appeared very young, but wise beyond her years. And her smile never wavered as she waited for Sam to respond to her question. After what seemed like a minute, she cracked.

"He lives in Seattle but he's taking a job up here because some professor hooked him up with it and it's supposed to be a very good job and I got mad at him because I told him he was being selfish when in truth I was the one that was selfish and so now that I realized that I am going to go see him and wish him the best of luck in getting his dream job and trying my hardest not to panic at the fact that I'm probably going to move out there and be with him for the next couple of years. And that's if he even considers it after what I said and what I put him through" She let it out all in one breath. The older woman beside her smiled as she let Sam catch her breath, and then softly patted her hand. "What was that for?"

"Just because it looks like you needed it." She said. She reached out her hand, "My name is Melissa. And yours?" she asked. Sam looked at her outstretched hand and took it, softly gripping it so as to show that she meant no harm. Normally she liked squeezing as hard and strong as a python, just because it was funny to see their faces scrunch up in pain.

"Sam." She said.

"Sam? Is that short for Samantha?"

"I don't like being called Samantha. It's too girly for my taste." She said, not really saying that being called Samantha reminded her of Jesse, the poor guy whose heart she broke not so long ago.

"Well I have a sister like that. Her full name is Annabelle but she likes to be called Anne for short with us. You know she reminds me of you." She said, taking a glance at Sam and the personality that she was portraying. "Strong, willful, and a practical joker. Only difference is that she has brown eyes and darker shade of hair than yours. She's a brunette, like me." She reached the crown of her head and twirled a piece of her hair in her fingers. Sam scoffed; there was no way this girl was like her. It was just some lame ploy to try and relate. It's what her counselors would try to do to make her open up.

"Does she have a criminal record, eat way too much, and likes to cause harm to anyone that she feels like causing harm to?"

"Not really, but she does have a crush on a boy that's visiting right now. I don't remember his name, but she says he is very cute. Just like your boyfriend is I bet." She said, sneaking a wink in her direction.

"His name is Freddie." She said willingly.

Melissa smiled, saying that it was a cute name, and began telling her about her life, and Sam did as well, openly talking to a woman that she barely met about the life that she made with the boy that she supposedly hated since the sixth grade. She didn't even notice that she was up in a plane, with turbulence making the plane rock back and forth.

When they landed, Sam found herself not wanting to get up from her seat as she was having such a great time talking to her.

"Do you know where to go here in Boston?" Melissa asked her. Sam shook her head.

"I've never been here before." She said, realizing that she had no way of knowing where Freddie was staying at or where he was working. She turned on her cell phone to text him. But it wouldn't turn on, and she cursed out loud because it was dead. "Just fucking great. I have no idea where I am, and my phone is dead."

"Well, tell you what. I'm going to go with my sister in downtown. And she knows everything about everyone. Maybe she might know where Freddie is going to work at and tell us where he is." She offered.

"Is she a cop?" Sam asked cautiously. Melissa laughed.

"No. She is trying to be a gossip columnist."

"But why would she know Freddie? He doesn't even live here." Sam said.

"You mentioned that this Freddie of yours went to Boston University. Well she did too and she knew everyone at that school. Well at least she tried to. By the time her senior year came around her directory was so full she couldn't do much for the freshmen class that came that year." She explained. Sam nodded and just shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess I'll go talk to that sister of yours." She said. Melissa picked up her travel bag as Sam grabbed her backpack and went outside the terminal to call down a taxi to be taken into downtown.

"Don't worry Sam, I'm sure you'll find him and get everything straightened out."

Sam smiled up at Melissa happy to have come across a woman that was kind hearted. She was like a guardian angel, helping her find her way to what is her destiny, as obnoxious and corny as that sounded. She just hoped her sister would be the same in helping her find Freddie so that she could tell him everything that she needed to.

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