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Seven Hundred Fifty Hours

Chapter Two:

The Day of Play

Samantha Puckett

I tried very hard to make Freddie's first day comfortable (really), so I sat down quietly and talked to him out of the kindness of my heart. And guess what the reaction was?

No, it was not "AGH! SAM GET AWAY, GET AWAY!".

It was; "...".

And that's how boring the geek is. He did absolutely nothing.

I doubt he even moved as I spoke with him. He just sat there, stiff as a board, staring at me with that look of utter horror like he had during class.

It was like talking to a rock. A big, nerdy rock in nerd clothes.

"Freddie?"

Nothing.

"Fredward."

Again, silence.

"Freddork?"

Ugh.

"Carly loves you!"

"WHAT!?"

Hey, I had to try something.

I laughed out loud, "Dork, I can't believe you fell for that one."

He visibly relaxed at my joke, but his shoulders were still tense and I decided that I wanted to play a game.

"Hey, Willy Dorka, let's play a game."

"What game?" He asked me, obviously avoiding my insult.

I thought about it for a moment, "Hide and go seek."

Freddie Benson

My favorite letter is P. Why? Because it describes a lot of things.

It describes very little things, but the beauty of them. Pretty...

It shows the correct usage of grammar. Punctuation...

And it also describes the feeling I'm having right now, but cannot commence unless I want a big, sticky stain on the front of my pants.

"Sam! Let me out of this closet! I have to go to the bathroom!"

She snorted. How ladylike. "So? Just go on yourself or something."

"I'm very sure I wasn't stung by a jellyfish," She interrupted me to say, "That can be arranged". "-within the last four seconds, so no, I don't think I will go on myself!"

"Wah, wah. Upset that you're missing Larry the Dinosaur or whatever? Just shut up and enjoy your punishment!"

I sighed, exasperated and filled up to my throat in pee. "Sam, I am sixteen years old, so I certainly do not watch Larry the Dinosaur or 'whatever'. And I'm the babysitter, I'm supposed to be the one doing the punishing!"

I'm sure you're all wondering how I got into this closet.

Well, damnit. So am I.

Samantha Puckett

I locked Freddie in the closet. Why? I got bored.

It started out like this:

"What game?"

"Hide and go seek."

Freddie looked wary, but agreed nonetheless.

"Fine, but no funny stuff, okay?"

"I'll try." Not, "Now go hide!"

The Author

Freddie ran from his blonde friend as she counted up from one to twenty.

"One, two, three, four," He looked around for a place to hide, and noticed a closet near the corner of the room.

"Perfect."

He opened the door quietly, but tripped up on a doorstop. "Oh, ouch. Gotta watch that." He muttered under his breath while entering the closet.

"Nineteen, twenty! Ready or not, here I come, dork!"

She checked underneath the dining room table, around fake plants and in the kitchen. Nothing.

She ripped the shower curtain open in the bathroom. Nothing. She opened the toilet lid. Nothing.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Freddie had to admit, playing hide and go seek with Sam was kinda fun.

"Oh, the closet." He heard her murmur, and watched as the gold knob turned idly.

"Maybe he's in here." The room's lights flooded in and he put his hand in front of his eyes as they adjusted.

"Found yo-uh oh!" She tripped up on the doorstop, just as he had, and was flung on top of him. She grabbed at the doorknob to regain her balance mid-fall, but ended up closing the door behind them as they hit the wall.

Freddie groaned at the pressure pounding on his head.

"Ugh, ow." They both grumbled, and Sam sat up.

"Jeez, dork. Great place to hide." She said sarcastically, her fists clenched on each side of Freddie's head.

Freddie gulped at their proximity but pushed her off so that he could stand.

"Yeah, I know."

"You're it!" Sam shouted as she ran out of the closet and shut it, "Count to twenty!"

Freddie rolled his eyes at her immaturity and started counting to twenty. Sam stomped on the ground to make it sound like she was running away, but in actuality, she pushed the outside lock on the door and leaned casually on the wall beside it.

"Ready or not, here I come!" She heard Freddie shout, and she bit her tongue to hold in her laughs. The doorknob jiggled and Freddie cried out indignantly.

"Hey, Sam, let me out! The door won't open!" She chuckled, "I know, that' why it's funny!"

--

Samantha Puckett

"Do you want to come out of the closet?" I asked.

He cried out in happiness and I rolled my eyes. "Yes, yes I do!"

"Then just say it; 'I like men!'"

"I like men!" I laughed out loud at that, and listened intently as Freddie scrambled to pick up the pieces of his dignity.

"Wait, that's not what I mean! Sam!"

"Fine, fine, nerd-o-tron. I'll let you out."

I left the my station for a moment to get some sliced turkey and opened the door.

Freddie fell onto the floor and scrambled to get up, but not before I smacked some turkey onto his face.

Freddie Benson

...Did Sam just put turkey on my face, in the form of a mask?

I could see out of the eye holes and breath out of the nose hole, but I couldn't talk, there was no mouth hole.

"Why didn't you cut a mouth into it?" I asked as I removed it from my face.

She shrugged, "I figured life would be a lot better that way."

I glared at her and rushed to the bathroom when I had the chance.

Babysitting is extremely suckish.

--

"Thanks for locking me in the closet, Sam. Now my bladder's probably the size of a raisin."

She rolled her eyes and I glared at her for being so, so..Sam!

"Whatever." Her eyes flashed, "Hey! Let's play another game!"

I groaned, "No, no more games." I am not getting locked in a another closet.

"Don't care, we're playing a game."

She took my hand and led me to the couch, and I blushed a little bit at the dirty, un-pure thoughts forming in my head, but shook them away. 'Control you hormones, man! You like Carly, that's it. Done deal.'

"'kay, dork, this is what I like to call 'The Blind Game'."

Then the grandfather clock in the dining room donged nine times.

The Author

Sam giggled excitedly as she led Freddie into the living room. It had high ceilings with curtains that reached the floor and wide windows.

"Okay, so this is how you play. Someone is it, and the 'it' person has to count down from thirty. The lights are off so it seems that the 'it' person is blind, and they have to look around for the people hiding in the dark. When someone is tagged, they're it and it starts all over again."

Freddie raised an eyebrow curiously, "Isn't this a game for little kids?" Earning a punch in the shoulder from Sam.

"Shut up, it's fun! But it's not like a nerd like you would understand what fun is besides studying the dictionary."

He huffed, "Fine, we'll play. Who's it?"

"I dunno. Rock, paper, scissors?" He nodded. They put their fists in three times and shouted "Shoot!". Both came up rock. They repeated the motion and came up with Sam having scissors and Freddie having rock.

She turned around and covered her eyes, "Go hide!" She ordered as Freddie shut off the lights and went to relax on the couch. "Finally, some peace and quiet. She'll never be able to see me in the dark." He muttered under his breath as he listened to the rhythmic sounds of Sam counting down from thirty.

"Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..." He slowly drifted off, "ONE!" And he was shocked back into reality.

"Agh!" He shouted, and Sam laughed. "Geek, keep your pants on, I'm not going to kill you or something." She said from across the room, and he could feel her eyes searching for him. He watched her outline in the dark, though with some difficulty, and waited.

Her searching hands lowered down onto the end of the couch, grabbing pillows and feeling under tables. She reached towards him and he sucked in a breath as her hand landed right on his-

-stomach. He exhaled.

"Gotcha!" She shouted with glee as she threw herself onto the couch and straddled him. The lights were still off and he couldn't see her face, and luckily she couldn't see his, because it was glowing red.

"Uh...Sam? What are you-" His voice was muffled as she leaned down and kissed him. She moaned and he was so shocked, he couldn't move. She tangled her hands into his hair and licked his lips, disorientating him from all normal thoughts. His blood ran cold and he gripped her waist as they made out on her couch.

A punch to the stomach awoke him with a start.

"Nerd! Hello! I can't believe you fell asleep during our game!"

Freddie awoke in a cold sweat, only to find Sam with her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I was tired." She huffed.

"Hmph, only a nerd like you would be tired at nine." 'I wandered around the living room for half-an-hour, looking for you in the dark!' She thought with annoyance.

The front door opened and Freddie shot up like a missile from the couch, not wanting to send off any bad signals towards Sam's parents.

"Honey, we're home early!"

--

As he sat in his mother's car, his backpack zippered up with un-done homework (fortunately, his mother didn't know this), and sweat pouring down his neck.

"Sweetie? Are you okay?" She asked, fussing over him and telling him he was going to have a tick bath tonight.

Freddie groaned inwardly as he walked in through the door of his apartment after telling his mother he wanted to go straight to bed.

He lay on his comforter with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling and replaying his dream.

'More like a nightmare.' He thought, shuddering and grabbing the picture of Carly he kept under his pillow to try and calm himself down.

"Good night, Freddie! Don't let the bed bugs bite, or I'll have to clean you with anti-fungal soap!"

He smothered his face with his pillow and desperately tried to fall asleep without thinking of Sam as he did so.

'No, mommy. Please not the anti-fungal soap.' He remembered himself saying back when his mother gave him his first anti-fungal bath when he was twelve.

He shuddered at the memories, forcing himself to shut his eyes and sleep. Only 29 more days left of babysitting. That wasn't so bad!

Well, it wouldn't be- if he wasn't babysitting Sam Puckett.

But he was.

'Life is cruel.'

A/N: So, the grandfather clock donging nine times shows that it's nine o'clock. Sorry this chapter was kinda lame, but I promise you-the next chapter is AMAZING! I have it all planned out!

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