Chapter Seventeen: Fantasies (Freddie's POV)
Saturday at 10:45 AM
"FREDDIE!" Freddie rolled his eyes when his older step-sister Karen's screeching knocked him from his deep sleep, and few seconds later (Freddie expected as much) she processed to burst through his door without knocking, "Oh, there you are." Karen said with a smirk.
Freddie groaned and pushed himself on one elbow to give his sister a glare, "Where the fuck else would I be?" Almost on instinct, Freddie was careful about his movements from years of experience on having massive hangovers but then he remembered that he hadn't gotten drunk last night, he had stopped drinking around three or four in the morning after Cook came stumbling to him about some fight that had happened between Katie and JJ and after one look at JJ, Freddie knew that someone had to be the safe driver that night (he knew Cook wouldn't stop drinking, Naomi was too busy shoving pills into her mouth, and JJ was getting beyond drunk.) and he didn't want any of them attempting to drive and getting hurt, Freddie couldn't lose anyone else he cared about to drunk driving.
"I don't know what you do during your days." Karen said with a roll of her eyes before she took a look at her nails, "Arthur said it was time to get up plus my mum's making your favorite for breakfast." Freddie could help but smile at the idea of breakfast and said, "Fine, just get out." Freddie jumped out of bed and added with a smirk "Unless, you wanna see me naked?" He gave Karen an extremely obscene kissing gesture and added a wiggle of his ass for good measure.
Freddie wasn't surprised by Karen's yelp of disgust, "Don't be gross, McClair!" she turned toward the door and sent him a glare before slamming his door. It gets her every time! Freddie laughed loudly as he walked over to far side of his bedroom and began shifting through the dirty clothes on the even dirtier bedroom floor. Freddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at Karen's stupidity, she should know by now that Freddie would never sleep with her, she was too much like a sister figure in his life as Freddie know that Karen would never sleep with him because she saw him as an annoying little brother but it was still funny as hell when she reacted like that, it started Freddie's day off with a smile.
After rummaging through his dirty clothes for about thirty minutes, he decided to wear his sex pistols tank top and ripped blue jeans he usually wore when he skated or was hanging with the gang but he didn't bother with shoes since he didn't think that any of his friends would be sober enough to enjoy any company. After putting on his clothes, Freddie went toward his computer desk near the dirty clothes pile and pulled out the spiff he had hidden in the left hand drawer and lit it up, taking a few puffs. If he was going to eat Sylvia's cooking, he was going to need the munchies.
Freddie loved Sylvia but the woman couldn't cook, not like his mother. His father had married Sylvia about three years after his mother had been killed by a drunk driver and even though Freddie had been ten when she died, it had affected him greatly. Part of it was because his mother's death had been so sudden; so unexpected that he didn't even remember what he had said to his mother the day she died but the other part was because of how his mother's death had affected his father, he began drinking excessively.
His father wasn't one of those watching the TV till he passed out drunks, he was a mean and violent drunk and even though his father never beat him, he still had scarred him with his violent out bursts and drunken rants. Freddie could still remember having to clean the vomit from his father's face and carrying him to bed for about the first two years after his mother's death. It wasn't until his father had almost died from alcohol poisoning around year three did his father realize that he needed help and checked himself into rehab.
Since Freddie had no other living relatives, he had been sent into the foster system for nine months. It had been where Freddie had met Cook, Cook had been there about a year before him and had showed him the ropes, looked out for him, and befriended him and in return Freddie looked after Cook, keeping him from getting in trouble and being stupid, which didn't always work since Cook was somehow attracted to trouble and mischief. Nine months and about a year later, Freddie had been moved back into his father's care and Freddie found out he had married another recovering alcoholic with a sixteen year old daughter and while Freddie had wanted to be angry by that, he had been happier to have a whole family again and had made an effort with Sylvia and Karen. Freddie still didn't get along with his father, they argue a lot, and there are times where he can't stand his father and it's those days when it seemed that the fighting and the hating would never stop that Freddie was happy to have his fantasies about Effy.
Freddie had met Effy during the first year of 6th form; she had sat behind him in Kieran's first year political science class and had always been asking him for a pencil and while he didn't say much and neither had she, Freddie felt that there had been sparks but now things were complicated now that she was intertwine with Cook and even though Freddie loved Effy, he loved Cook more and was willing to push aside his feeling for Effy in favor of his best friend. Freddie wasn't about to ruin a friendship over a few lagged conversation and disillusions over sparks, he wasn't that stupid.
"You ready yet?" Karen asked impatiently, bursting through the door once again. His dad was probably on her ass to get him downstairs and that made Freddie smirk, he loved it when his dad busted Karen's tits instead of Freddie's balls.
Karen came stomping into the room like she owned it (Which wasn't new.), pausing and taking a look around and with a sarcastic tone, she said "Just when I think you couldn't be more of a damn slob, you just go and do things like this." Karen bent down and picked up a moldy banana peel that he had placed on the floor awhile ago and flung it at him with a bright smile. Freddie's spiff flow out of his mouth when he ducked to miss the flying banana peel, he had to pick it up before the spiff burnt his clothes, and Freddie sent her a glare as he did it.
"That a spiff?" she asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes as Freddie groaned, he knew Karen was going to tell on him and he was going to get grounded. He loved Karen but she was a big ass bitch sometimes.
"Yeah, so what?" Freddie rolled his eyes and snuffed it out. Maybe he could get rid of the spiff before she ran downstairs yelling about it to his father.
Karen rolled her eyes before saying, "So, give me some; I need to be high if I'm going to eat mum's food." Freddie laughed at that and took his lighter back out and lit the spiff back up. Karen sat in the chair next to him and took the spiff from his hands and took a big drag before passing it back to Freddie.
"So, how was the party last night?" Karen asked as the smoke came out of her mouth in streams.
Freddie smirked as he asked, "Though you didn't know what I did with my days?" Karen might be a bitch to him sometimes but he knew she cared more then she let on.
Karen scoffed loudly before saying, "I wouldn't have if that blonde friend of yours hadn't been yelling about it last night." She took back the spiff before Freddie could take a puff.
"Yeah, forgot about that." Freddie laughed lightly. Cook, JJ, Naomi, and he had left the college and came back to his place before heading out to Cook's and at the time Naomi had been on fence about going to the party.
"She can be real annoying." Karen said with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, so can you but I still hang with ya." Freddie snatched the spiff from Karen and took a big drag.
"Whatever! Just get downstairs before I start screaming about your weed stash." Karen got out of the chair and stomped back toward the door, "Oh, yeah you left this in your pants pockets and mum almost washed it." She tossed the picture to Freddie and left the room with a huff. It was a picture of Effy. It was an old picture that had been a part of last year's yearbook and Freddie had stolen it from the yearbook committee. He loved this picture of her.
"Freddie, get your ass down here!" his father yelled from downstairs and with a sigh, Freddie took one last look at the picture of Effy and hide it back in his drawer and headed after his sister to eat some horrible tasting excuse for pancakes but Freddie would eat it because weed always made him so damn hungry. He knew it had been a good idea to smoke that spiff before heading downstairs.
A/N: I was able to repost these sooner than i thought but I'm unsure of the next four