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Sam woke up to the sound of the world's dorkiest ring tone. She groped around for her hammer to smash it with, but it wasn't in reach, so she finally gave in and answered the damn phone.


"Fredward!" said the voice on the other end. "You're not just waking up, are you?"

Sam blinked. "Mrs. Benson? Freddie's not here right now."

"That is not funny, young man! You should have been up to double-poo hours ago!"

Sam snickered. "Poo." Then gradually realized that her voice sounded weird. And she'd been sleeping in a funny position, all laid out flat with her head on the actual pillow. And she had . . . bits that weren't usually there. "Did I turn into a boy again?"

"Are you ill? Fredward, take your temperature! I think you have a fever!"

Sam turned the laptop on the nearby desk around and switched on the webcam. And then stared. "Oh sweet mother of chiz."

"FREDWARD BENSON! You go wash your mouth out with soap this instant!"

This? Was going to be a loooooooooooong day.

[ooc: specifically for one.]

Date: 2012-02-18 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Meanwhile, Freddie had had somewhat of a freakout waking up thinking he'd been turned into a girl again. And then he realized it was a different girl, and once he realized what girl that was he'd hurried into a pair of pants (while trying not to freak out even more when he'd opened the wrong drawer and was suddenly staring at his girlfriend's underthings) and out of the dorm room.

When he got to his own room, he knocked on the door hurriedly. "Sam? Saam?"

Oh sweet chiz, what was up with his voice?
Edited Date: 2012-02-18 09:29 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-02-18 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You give mine back!" Freddie said.

Then his eyes bugged. "Wait, you talked to my mom?"

He was so dead. So, so dead. On so many levels.

Date: 2012-02-18 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Don't smash my phone!" Freddie said, holding out his hand. "Just tell her that I've got a fever and that I can't talk or something. Make something up!"

He was not good at this at all.

Date: 2012-02-18 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Weenie?" Freddie also objected, also a bit too loudly. "Come on, you can come up with something better than that."

Date: 2012-02-18 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Okay, that got Freddie to snicker a bit, and he covered his mouth.

"Just, just... tell her you'll call her back after the lab results."

That would buy a few hours, at least.

Date: 2012-02-18 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Well, yeah, my mom is crazy," Freddie said, finally shutting the door to the room and going to sit on his own bed. "And she thinks she knows what's best for me, at that's mainly things like not you. She wants me all... hermetically sealed and protected and you're, like, the total opposite."

Date: 2012-02-18 11:12 pm (UTC)
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"What?" Freddie scoffed, putting his arm around his... his own body. Weird. "Yeah, no way, my mom is the worst. It's not even a competition."

Date: 2012-02-18 11:35 pm (UTC)
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"Your mom didn't install a tracking chip in your head," Freddie said, thinking that was a good trump card. "Not to mention you've never had a tick bath. Ever."

Date: 2012-02-19 12:00 am (UTC)
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"What? Why?" Freddie said, for a moment distracted from the argument by this weird and new fact.

Date: 2012-02-19 12:06 am (UTC)
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"And did it?" Freddie asked, because this also was an important question to ask before going back into the argument.

Date: 2012-02-19 12:16 am (UTC)
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"Hardly!" Freddie said. "Two words: double poo."

"There is no way you are winning this."

Date: 2012-02-19 12:30 am (UTC)
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"Okay fine," Freddie said. "We're not going to agree on this. So we have to ask someone else, and they'll give us the real answer," Freddie said. "Deal?"

Date: 2012-02-19 12:36 am (UTC)
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"Carly it is," Freddie said. "We'll just call her up on a video chat and ask her. Deal?"

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