Room 423, Saturday morning

[hurtingzeebo]

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.

"H'lo?"

"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.]

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[hurtingzeebo]

"My mother backed her station wagon through the wall of our old school."

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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?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Okay, but it has to be someone who's actually met both our moms. So we can't just ask your roommate or something."

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"Carly it is," Freddie said. "We'll just call her up on a video chat and ask her. Deal?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Deal. She totally knows my mom's insane."

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Freddie quickly went and grabbed his laptop, and sent the videochat request. Carly actually responded pretty quickly, though she looked surprised.

"...wait, are you guys both in, like, a bedroom?" she said, a little confused.

"We need you to settle and argument," Freddie said. "Sam thinks her mom is crazier than mine."

Carly blinked a few times and just stared.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Because she is," said Sam. "Mrs. Benson's lame, but my mom's way freakier."

Yeah, she wasn't helping that staring at all.

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"This is the worst prank ever," Carly said, calmly. "You interrupt my special magnetic fishing time for this?"

"Just say which of us has the worst mom!" Freddie said. "It's totally me, just think of all the tick baths!"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Tick baths, right. That's so worse than a long string of random loser boyfriends."

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"Why are you both insane?" Carly said shaking her fists at her webcam. "This is not funny!"

"Oh, right," Freddie said, realizing what was confusing Carly. He pointed at himself. "I'm Freddie."

[hurtingzeebo]

"And I'm Sam," Sam said. She folded her arms, then tilted her head thoughtfully, flexed one, and felt the bicep. "You've totally been working out, haven't you, Freddie?"

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"Thank you for noticing," Freddie said, all proud for a moment.

"...I think this is what going mad feels like," Carly said, staring.

[hurtingzeebo]

"Probably," Sam confirmed. "Also, my mom is totally the worst."

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"Why are you asking me, any way?" Carly objected. "Even if it's part of some elaborate prank to make me wonder if I'm losing my mind, that's an unanswerable question!"

"But... you're supposed to settle this for us!" Freddie objected.

[hurtingzeebo]

"How else are we supposed to stop arguing and get back to . . . you know. . . ."

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"Abupbupbup!" Carly said, not wanting to hear more. "They are equally crazy, you are both wrong. And you are more crazy then both of them. Got it?"

"...got it," Freddie said, a little sheepish.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam gaped. "No way am I worse than my mom!" A beat. "Okay, maybe sometimes! But only 'cause I sometimes wake up in Freddie's body or as a pony or turn into a honey badger."

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Carly got a horrified look when Sam said 'wake up in Freddie's body'.

"Does this mean you..." she said.

"Yeeeeeeah," Freddie confirmed.

[hurtingzeebo]

"At least Freddie wears pants to bed," Sam noted.

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"I'm going to go see if Spencer wants to... butter his face or something to distract me from all this," Carly said. And thus ended the webchat.

"...well that was different," Freddie said. "And yeah, at least I wear pants to bed."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Oh please, it's not like I knew you were gonna wake up in my body," Sam said. "Wait, you didn't . . . touch anything, did you?"

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"What, no!" Freddie said. "I even put on your pants with my eyes closed. I'm not even sure I can change without breaking, like, serious boyfriend-girlfriend trust stuff."

He paused. "You didn't touch anything, did you?"

[hurtingzeebo]

"Just your phone," Sam said. "And your laptop." Because she'd totally been talking about physical possessions, yes.

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"Oh, good," Freddie said.

"So, uhhh, what do we do now?" This was normally the point where they'd be kissing after a fight. But now it would be... kissing himself.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam considered that. "Wanna arm wrestle?"

What? How many girls got the chance to find out just how strong they really were from the outside?

[ooc: uses non-Freddie icon because OMG I NEVER GET TO USE THIS ICON.]