Hey guys! It's been a long time since I updated this particular fanfic and I'm really sorry about that. My laptop got a massive virus and all my work was deleted and stuff. It was horrible, I almost cried. That's how much my laptop means to me. Sad isn't it? Wait, don't answer that! Anyway, I have been so busy! Today, I got braces! Dun dun DUNNNNNN! Actually, they don't look as horrific as I thought they would, but hey, what do I know? And guess what colour the bands are… PURPLE! Yes the Seddie colour. At the time I chose them 'cause purple is my favo(u)rite colour so it's like 'Coincidence? I think so' :)
And even bigger news, it's my birthday! Wooh, I'm sixteen! I made up a lil' Seddie birthday song for you guys. It goes:
'Happy birthday to me,
I worship Seddie,
Cause they have so much chemistry,
Aaaaaand they're just meant to be!'
What do you think? You like? Sorry, I'm just really psyched 'cause of my birthday and chiz so… On with the Seddie!
Disclaimer: Sixteen years of age and still nowhere near the greatness of Mr. Dan Schneider…
Previously on Something Weird:
That's when I saw Freddie, sound asleep in his bed, with his arms wrapped tightly around a golden pillow. The pillow was weird looking; it didn't look like a pillow at all. The golden thread of the pillow seemed too fine to be cotton, and it shined as the light hit it. It was curly too, which was weird. Who ever saw a curly pillow? Maybe it's a new thing tha-OHMYGOSH! The pillow moved! It moved I tell ya'. It turned once more to reveal Sam's sleeping face resting against Freddie's chest.
"ARGH! SAM!" I shouted. Sam was in Freddie's bed! With Freddie! They both bolted straight up at the sound of my scream and Sam lost balance and tumbled of the bed, taking the duvet with her. Freddie's wide eyes snapped from my shocked expression to Sam as she fell in surprise. He lent over the side of the bed and held out his hand for to help herself up.
"You okay?" he asked. Sam took his hand and pulled herself up, kicking off the duvet with a scowl on her face.
"I'm fine." She snapped, straightening out her pajama top and not meeting my eyes. She glanced at Freddie, then me, then back to Freddie with a guilty look across her face. Freddie stared back at her, his face paling slightly. Then, creepily I might add, they both slowly focused their gaze on me.
They have got some serious explaining to do.
Chapter 13:
The Interrogation
Sam's POV
Oh my fatcake. This is 'bout to turn into some serious chiz right here. Spencer walked in on me and Fredpillow asleep in the same bed! He was… surprised, to say the least. I mean, he started screaming and everything! I jumped so high that I fell out of bed. And let me tell you, that is NOT the way to wake momma up. Freddison held out his hand to help me up and I took it, frustrated at my clumsiness. His inner screams echoed in my head as soon as we touched.
SPENCER IS GOING TO KILL ME! I'm gonna die. This is it. My life is over. I was so young…
What a drama queen! I rolled my eyes at the nub's overall prissiness and held back a giggle. What is up with all these giggles? Seriously, I think I'm malfunctioning… That's when I saw Spencer's face. And that's when I took back the things I thought about Freddie being a priss. Because Spencer was looking murderous. He was frozen in an angry, confused and awkward stance as his eyes flew about the room, assessing every single detail before settling his gaze upon Freddie and narrowing his eyes into slits. Spencer is a real marshmallow, you know how he is, but when he gets all protective he doesn't even think. He just does. I could almost hear Freddie's fear as he stared back at the familiar yet completely different person in front of him. Spencer had become the hawk, and Fredfood was about to become dinner. He edged toward me slightly, seeming to take some comfort in knowing that I was closer. It felt nice. Focus Puckett!
I couldn't stand the tension any longer. I knew what I had to do and I had to do it quick. I had to make sure Spencer saw nothing. A distraction, that's what I needed. My eyes darted around the room looking for something, anything. I found what I was looking for in the shape of a small bird perched on the bricks outside Freddie's window. I hid my hands behind my back, away from Spencer gaze and flicked my fingers. A small burst of light appeared in front of the bird, startling it. The bird screeched and flapped its wings furiously before flying off. That was all I needed. Spencer's wild eyes impulsively looked towards the direction of the noise and I sprung. I ran at Spencer, wrapping my arms around his waist and using my momentum to push him through the open door behind us.
We both fell to he ground, Spencer landing on the hardwood floor and me using his body to block my fall. Okay, I felt a little guilty about that but it had to be done. Spencer was coughing, winded, but otherwise okay. I jumped up and ran back to Freddie's room, seeing him standing in the same position as before with an expression of utter shock etched onto his face.
"Stay here! And lock the door!" I ordered him. Freddie didn't to be told twice. I swung the door shut and heard the reassuring click on the other side that meant that he was safe. For now. I sighed in relief and turned to face Spencer, who was now sitting up on the floor breathing heavily. I blocked the door with my body as I leaned back against the wood. If he was going anywhere, he'd have to go through me. Spencer looked up at me, his breathing steadying and returning to normal. I stared back in defiance. He opened his mouth to speak but not before I said something.
"You better think about what you're going to say before you say it." I warned. I'm not stupid; I know what it looked like to him. He saw me and a guy in bed. He forgot it was Freddie. He forgot how Freddie is. All that stuff goes straight out the window when you don't think. Spencer took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands, trying to clear his thoughts by shaking his head. I waited patiently for him to get over the shock.
"Okay, here's what's going to happen," I started, taking complete control of the situation. "I'm going to talk; you're going to listen. Got it?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly as Spencer took all of this in. "And no interrupting." I added as an afterthought. He was going to protest but I glared at him so menacingly that he shrunk into himself on the floor and quickly nodded. Here goes nothing…
"It's cliché time. It's not what it look's like. You've got it all wrong. This is all just a big misunderstanding." I almost gagged at my own words, hating them as they spewed from my mouth. I really, really hate clichés. Seriously. "What you saw in that bedroom between me and Freddie was completely innocent." Spencer frowned and opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "No interruptions, remember?" Spencer shrank back, defeated and waited for me to explain.
"Before you start assuming, you may want to think about whom it is you are accusing. I mean, do you really think that Freddie Benson would try something like that? 'Cause I know that's what you were thinking. And even if he did, on the off chance that aliens have abducted him and replaced his innocent little nerd brain with a pervert's, do you think I would have let anything happen?" Spencer looked down guiltily, obviously regretting his mislead rage earlier. "No, is the answer. I would have knocked him into the next century. But this is Freddie we are talking about. Have you ever known Fredhead to be anything less than a complete gentleman?" I questioned, already knowing that I had him. He couldn't even begin to argue back, as everything that I had said had been the complete and utter truth. And Spencer knew it.
"Okay, okay!" Spencer started, "I may have over-reacted." I scoffed at his words. "But you gotta understand what that looked like in there. It scared me half to death!" Spencer was ranting again, not really hearing himself anymore. I waited for him to calm down again. He looked up at me and sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry," he said, getting to his feet and straightening himself out. "I'm just curious though," He started, tilting his head to the side. "What did actually happen?" Oh. I was really hoping he wouldn't ask that. Tell him what happened, but don't tell him why! I shouted at myself. Sure, let's go with that…
"I was sick, like really sick. I felt horrible. Anyway, my mom wasn't home and you and Carly were gone so I had nowhere to go. Freddison was the first one I thought of so I picked the lock and waltzed right in there. He just laughed at my breaking and entering abilities. Then I just passed out. Apparently, I was out for quite a while. And he stayed with me the whole time." I could feel my eyes glossing over as I spoke but I didn't care. "When I woke up, he was by my side with a wet cloth for my head and some water." I laughed humorlessly. It was amazing how that boy had done everything he possibly could for me and I just bullied him all the time. Maybe I should stop. Oh heck no, I'll just pull back a little bit, like he asked that one time when we… when we err… moving on. I looked up from my thoughts and Spencer was staring at me like I was crazy. I probably was.
"I was really beat, but I tried to get up and go home anyway. Of course, Fredworried in there wouldn't let me in case something else happened and he wasn't there to look after me. So he said I could stay here." I sighed.
"Freddie took the floor and told me to take the bed. I wasn't going to argue, momma likes to be comfy when she sleeps." I smirked playfully and Spencer lightly chuckled and nodded. "But I got cold. I was shivering and chiz and I couldn't sleep. So… I asked Freddie to get in the bed with me to keep me warm." Spencer's eyes widened and a look of shock overtook his face. "He didn't at first, he was hesitant at first, you know, being the complete gentleman that he is." I emphasized, making Spencer feel even more guilty. Oh well. "So I ordered him. Even then he was like 'Are you sure?' and all that chiz. The weirdo. So yeah, that's it." I ended, sort of worn out from having to explain all of that. Spencer was still looking at me in awe, trying to process all of it.
"I trust Freddie, Spencer. That means you have to too. I know you and Carly have been trying to get me to trust him more. But he's proven himself. And now I trust him with my life. As I do you and Carly."
"I think I owe Freddie an apology." He mumbled. I smiled and nodded approvingly as Spencer walked towards Freddie's bedroom door. I stuck my hand out in front of him as he passed me, pulling him up short. Spencer looked down at me in confusion. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tight.
"Thank you for caring." I mumbled into his torso. "But if you ever tell anyone any of those things I just said about Freddie, I will hunt you down. I don't need Captain Dorkward getting all high and mighty over it." Spencer nodded quickly and walked over towards the bedroom. Thank fatcakes that's over with.
Third Person's POV
Sam's threat to Spencer would've been a valid one. Spencer occasionally let things slip but he wasn't completely stupid. Sam would make him very sorry if he ever repeated her words. So he never said anything. It was a pity that the threat was empty though. Because behind the locked wooden door behind them, Freddie Benson's curious ears were pressed up against the wooden frame, hearing every single word spoken…
A/N: Okay and that is the next chapter of Something Weird! I hope you guys enjoyed it. I need to clarify something. When I started writing this chapter, it was the 10th February, which is my actual birthday :) but I got caught up with school work and only got back to this chapter today. And I really can't be bothered to change the top author's note but no worries. How about giving me a brilliant belated birthday present in the form of a review? Yeah. You know you want to :)
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