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Seven Hundred Fifty Hours

Chapter Ten:

You're Hot Then You're Cold

The Author

"What do you mean I'm not your babysitter anymore?" His eyebrows furrowed, and his cellphone suddenly went off. He opened it unwillingly.

"Hello?" He asked, and all Sam could do was stare.

"Mom?" Freddie answered, "What do you mean I was fired?" Realization flooded into his chocolate brown eyes as his mother spoke.

"Oh. I see. Yeah, I'll be home in half an hour." Rodney's expression was smug as Freddie glared at the two, turned, and walked out of the house without another word.

"Freddie, wait!" Sam called, but he didn't stop walking away.

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Samantha Puckett

This is all just turning into some big, stupid melodrama Soap that my mom would watch. This was not a good plan. I watched, defeated, as Freddie hurried out my front door. Rodney smiled and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Touch me again," I started as I picked up his arm and flipped him over my shoulder, his back cracking loudly as he hit the ground with a thud. "And I'll make sure you'll be walking with a cane at prom."

I glared at his twitching body, stepped over him, and proceded to tire the living crap out of myself chasing Freddie to the bus stop.

I reached him as his left foot was just about to step onto the bus, and he turned to look at me. He seemed stunned and I almost rolled my eyes. It should've been obvious that I was going to chase after him. Right?

I tackled him to the ground and we went tumbling a few feet away from his original standing place.

"What are you doing!?" He shouted, clearly flabbergasted at my fast-paced Baywatch Run. (Yes, I am that hot. Thank you very much.)

"I'm trying to stop you from doing something stupid- like run away from me." The door closed and the vehical pulled away.

It would be obvious to anyone that I was straddling him, a position I should really stop making a habit of. He looked a bit red.

"Why would you care?" He said angrily, and I noticed that fury was coloring his cheeks, not embarrassment.

"Because I just do."

The second bus pulled up next to us and a bus driver (different than the usual pervy male of which we all know and are creeped out by) opened the steaming door, giving us a glance of confusion. I waved him away and his bus veered off down the road.

"I thought you didn't want me to be your babysitter anymore?"

I rolled my eyes. "But that doesn't mean we can't still be friends."

His melted chocolate eyes dropped down. "Yeah, friends..."

I stared him down, frowning. "What's wrong now?"

He looked like was about to say something life-changing, but he was interuppted by a dazed expression that suddenly crossed his face.

"Sam..." He whispered, seeming almost intoxicated by the amazing scent of my new perfume.

"Yeah?" I whispered back, leaning over his face.

"You..."

"Mhmm?" I said a little louder.

"...Are heavier than you look."

I froze.

"GEEEEEEEKKKKKK!"

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Freddie Benson

I am such a mood-ruiner. Really. I've never noticed it before, but I can't seem to keep myself all steamy and attractive when I'm around Sam. The lusty look she gets is just so...so...cute! I can't help but just joke around with her.

It's not like I was actually upset at hearing I wasn't Sam's babysitter anymore, I was just trying to be dramatic. Even though I'm still annoyed that she's going to be alone with that...jerk.

Maybe I'll just have to show up at her door one night and just surprise her.

Haha, as if.

...

Or maybe that would work...

Samantha Puckett

I waited twenty more minutes with Freddie until the bus came around again, and waved goodbye to Freddie as he walked on.

Walking home, I found an empty soda can crushed on the side walk. I kicked it across the pavement until I reached my house, and walked in the door that I hadn't closed when I ran off to find Freddie. Hopefully no animals had snuck in while Rodney was passed out.

I shut the door and relished in the warmth my house offered to me.

"Rodney." I kicked his side.

No response.

I kicked it again and spoke a little louder. "Rodney!"

He didn't even budge.

I slammed my foot into his ribcage and he was jarred awake. "ROOOOODNEEEEEY!"

"Wha-What!? I'll give you your money tomorrow!"

I had, literally, no clue what he was talking about, so I decided to milk it.

"Good. Twenty bucks, by noon."

"Okay, okay. I'm going back to sleep no-"

He passed out again.

"Weird..." I muttered as I trekked upstairs and lay down on my bed.

Day 13

Samantha Puckett

"So, nerd, where's your girl costume?"

I walked up to Freddie that morning to make sure he fufilled his part of the deal.

"What girl costume?" He wondered aloud, and I rolled my eyes at his ignorance.

"We made a bet, geek. Remember?"

Realization flashed through his chocolate irises. "Ohh... that bet."

"Yeah, that bet."

That realization was soon replaced with fear. "Umm... do I have to?" His normally deep, baritone voice sounded oddly high-pitched.

"Yes. Yes you do."

"Damn."

End chapter ten.

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