Since I feel so bad about not updating in so long, and I won't be able to update for several more days, I decided to post another chapter already. This chapter is super short, but very important.
NOTE: This chapter is in the 3rd person!
Chapter 7: My First Discovered Secret
Freddie Benson knocked on the door to the apartment across the hall. "Hello?"
Finally, the door was opened. The boy was greeted by the face of the older resident of the house. "Why hello there young Fredward, won't you come inside?"
"Is Sam here?"
Spencer rushed over to Freddie, pressing his hand against the boy's forehead. "Are you okay Are you sick? Do you need some cough drops? Are you delusional? Can you hear voices?" He jumped back. "What are you doing here? Get away from me, I don't want to be infected!"
"Spencer, calm down." Freddie chuckled slightly at Spencer's antics. "I just had to return her laptop. I added a program to help-"
"Enough with the techy talk, I get the point."
"So, is she here?"
"No, she and Carly went out somewhere."
"You don't know where your little sister went?"
"Oh my gosh you're right, I'm a horrible guardian! I surprised she hasn't fired me yet. Maybe that's why she and Sam left, maybe they're planning how to let me go right now…" Spencer trailed on with his worries while he sat on the couch, resting his head in his hands. "I thought I could do this. Ugh, now I'm going to have to move, and send Carly to Yakima to live with Grandad and-"
"SPENCER!"
Spencer's head snapped up to see a slightly impatient Freddie looking back at him.
"You're sister's not going to fire you. Now, you have no idea where they went?"
"Um…" Spencer scratched his head a bit, more for effect than really to help him think. "You could try Sam's house. I know her mother went on a date, so she won't return until tomorrow. Yeah, you could look for them there."
"Thanks Spence."
"No problem, anytime Fredd-o."
Freddie turned around and left the apartment, laughing to himself about Spencer's worries.
Pushing the front door open, Freddie figured Sam and Carly must be inside. He was definitely his mother's son, deciding that no one would ever leave their house unlocked unless they were inside. He was sadly mistaken. As he called out, no one responded.
He twisted his way around the house, taking in the sight. He had never been inside Sam's house, only seen it from the exterior, and as he looked around, he became more and more confident that he would have liked to keep it that way. There was nothing remotely bad about the house, it was just slightly run down, and didn't appear to be looked after very well. His mother probably would have a heart attack if she saw this.
Deciding it would be best to leave Sam's laptop in her room, he made his way to the stairs. When he arrived at the top, he glanced around. First, he turned to the right. What he saw was a fairly empty bedroom, which was very neat, and didn't look like anyone had been inside it recently. Quickly coming to the decision that it was most certainly not Sam's room, he turned back around and continued down the hallway. He passed one empty room, most likely a guest room, a bathroom, a closet, and finally, he found Sam's room. It was definitely her room, he could tell by its slight messiness. As he entered, he saw several pictures of her with Carly, and a pillow shaped like bacon. If that wasn't a clear giveaway, then he obviously didn't know Sam at all. But he took the hint and continued. He saw a small table with a lamp on it, probably some kind of makeshift desk, and decided to leave the laptop there. He set it down, still looking around.
On his way out, he took one last glance at the room. It was strange for him to finally see what Sam's room looked like, and he was still curious. When he turned around the final time, something caught his eye. He looked down, and spotted something white on her floor, peeking out from underneath her bed. Being his mother's son, he decided to pick it up and set it on the desk-like table.
Freddie stooped down and picked up the white object, which turned out to be a sheet of paper. He was about to place it on the desk next to her laptop and walk away, when something made him look at what it said. He was sure he saw his name. Despite realizing this was an invasion of privacy, he read the sheet of paper.
My List of Firsts by Sam Puckett
March 25, 2003: My first friend (Carly Shay)
August 5, 2006: My first enemy (Freddie ?) Benson
September 8, 2008: My first web show
January 7, 2008: My first frenemy (Freddie Benson)
February 6, 2008: My first crush (Jonah Albert)
February 8, 2008: My first broken heart (Jonah Albert)
January 3, 2009: My first kiss (Freddie Benson)
Freddie looked at the page. He had no idea Sam kept any type of documentation of important events in her life. He was fairly certain she wasn't the diary kind of girl, but he didn't even think she'd do something like this.
He was shocked at how many events he qualified for, not that any of them except for her first kiss were even slightly positive. Promising himself he would have to use her list against her at some point, he carefully stuffed it under her bed again, making sure to leave the corner exposed just how he found it.
As he left her room, he laughed to himself, remembering how she had obviously not known his last name at first, writing question marks before crossing them off, and going back later to write it.
Maybe now he could beat Sam just once at her own game of blackmailing and trickery. Maybe just once.
The question marks after "Freddie" are supposed to be crossed out, but, unlike Word, FanFiction won't let me do that. :(
Thank you to everyone who reads and reviews my stories. The more reviews I get, the more excited I am to post the next chapter, because I know that there are actually people who like my stories. Also, knowing what the readers of my stories think is very important to me. :)
Just a note: this will indeed lead to a small part of the plot, and its lack of major significance may shock/upset some of you, but, it will have a much larger and more crucial effect later in the story, so not to worry! :)