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Ch. 1 Way too early

It's Sunday morning, 7:00 A.M to be exact. I'm currently cursing under my breath for waking up this early. Who wakes up this early on a Sunday? As much as I try to go back to sleep, I finally admit defeat and get out of bed. I sleepily walk around my room and grab a pair of shorts and a light shirt. Judging from the glare of the sun on my window, today's weather is going to be hot. To complete my daily routine, I begin my ten minute morning shower. You see, ever since I was young, my mom has always timed my showers so that…you don't really wanna know, do you? Speaking of my mom, I'm pretty sure she already left for work, seeing as I don't hear any of the usual noise in the kitchen.

After I'm done with my shower, I head toward that kitchen and decide to spoil myself with breakfast. I finish making a batch of pancakes and start working on the stash of bacon I secretly hide in the back of the refrigerator. As soon as the bacon hits the pan, the delicious smell fills up the kitchen and the mental image of Sam fills up my mind. That girl sure loves her bacon. While I'm in the process of transferring the bacon to my plate, I feel my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. I almost drop the plate in surprise when I see the name flashing on the screen.

"Speak of the devil!" I answer.

"What are you talking about Fredweird?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just cooking up some bacon and I thought of you."

"Aw, Freddie, how sweet! You were thinking about me. Come on, admit it. You can't stop thinking about me." The amusement is clear in her voice. I try to ignore the usual teasing from Sam. It seems that I'm always giving her the perfect opportunity to mock me. But, over the years, I've certainly gotten used to the blonde's sharp wit and can even come up with a few witty comebacks myself. It also helps that the teasing has definitely become more playful and less hurtful.

"So, what are you doing up this early? I never expected Sam Puckett to wake up before noon."

"Actually, I didn't even sleep. Anyways, I decided to wake you up and annoy you early in the morning. I just didn't expect you to actually be awake," she replies, disappointed that I have unconsciously ruined her plan.

Of course, this counts as a victory for me. So, I just laugh as I ask, "And what exactly did you want to tell me this early?"

"Well, I was bored so I just decided to come up with new nicknames for you. I gotta admit. Some of them are getting old, so I thought I'd make up new ones."

"Awww, Sam. How sweet! You were thinking about me. Come on, admit it. You can't stop thinking about me. Can you?" I match her earlier words with equal amusement.

"Watch it, Frednub!" she says, clearly annoyed.

See, I've learned to shut her up every once in a while. "Ok! So, lets hear them."

"Hear what dorkface?"

"My new nicknames."

"Oh, yeah!" she says. I can hear the excitement back in her voice. "How about this? Freduccini Al…FRED…o! Get it? There's a "Fred" in the alfredo part. Isn't that so cool?" I can't help but laugh. It's truly amusing how Sam is willing to put this much effort to come up with my new nicknames. I wonder what would happen if she put as much effort into her schoolwork.

"Is that all you got?" I ask with a hint of laughter in my voice.

"Nope! But I think I'll save the rest for later," she replies in a smart tone.

"Ok! Whatever you say Princess P…" I am interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Hold on." I quickly speak through my phone as I make my way to the door. Guess I'm not the only one awake this early. I open the door and the shock clearly shows on my face. Without even a simple greeting, she walks in while her blonde curls bounce behind her.

"Sam?" I question in disbelief.

"Well, you told me you were making bacon. So, what did you expect?" she replies like it was the most logical thing in the world. But, I know I can't really argue with her about that. She walks to the kitchen table and sits directly in front of the plate of bacon. She's already taking a bite when I reach her.

"Sure, Sam. Come in. Make yourself at home!" I can see her smiling at my obvious sarcasm.

"This is good bacon, Benson."

"How come you're not using any of the new nicknames?"

"I told you I'm saving them for later. Now come on, eat your breakfast, we have a long day ahead of us."

"What are you talking about?" I freeze in my spot. I don't want to think about what she has planned. But, she's right about one thing: today is gong to be a long day.

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