Freddy & Chica || A Love Story

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Chica was unloading some boxes from the U-Haul truck parked in front of her new apartment. Her older sister Bonnie, started unpacking some boxes inside. Chica was exhausted from yesterday because of her swimming lessons she had to quit because she moved new towns. She decided she needed a break from bringing boxes inside. Looking over into her yard, she saw a nice big Oak wood tree with good shade. She went over and sat underneath the tree. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a photo of her and her bestfriend, Mangle. Sighing, "I miss you Mangle." she was interrupted by someone tapping her shoulder. She gazed up and it was a mysterious man. He was mainly dressed in Brown, with a cute little top hat.

"What are you doing in my yard?!"

"Um, im sorry I just moved here, and I think this is my yard."

"Well, this tree you're under separates our yard, and you are on the side of MY yard."

Without saying a word, she moved over to the other side of the tree.

"Is that better?" Chica said giggling

"Much better." he replied.
"Oh, im really sorry, i haven't introduced myself yet, Im Freddy, but I can go by Fred.

"Ok Fred, I'm Chica."

Chica's phone vibrated in her pocket. She checked her text messages and it was her sister saying it was time for dinner.

"Oh hey Fred! I gotta go to dinner. If you want we can hang out sometime."

"Oh... yea... um... ok."

"Alright, i'll talk to you later then."

"Wait, Chica, can I have your phone number so I can get ahold of you?"

"oh yea sure"
Chica gave Freddy her number and went inside into the kitchen. Where she was stopped by Bonnie.

"Who was that Chica?"

"That would be our neighbor."

"Why was he talking to you?"

"Well, because I was sitting in his yard, and he didn't really like that."

"He looks nice."

"Yea he was. He wanted my number too."

"DID YOU GIVE IT TO HIM?!"

"Um. yea?"

"He's a complete stranger! and he looks wayyyyy older than you!"

"Well, he seemed really nice." Chica sighed
Bonnie examined her little sister. Chica was only 16, Bonnie was 19.
for Chica's age she was really developed. She was matured. She was a beautiful blonde girl, going to 11th grade. She had bright blue eyes, and naturallys rosy cheeks. Chica was perfect. Bonnie was kinda jealous of how pretty chica was.

After dinner, Chica helped Bonnie with dishes. They were talking.

"How old do you think that Fred boy is?" Asked Bonnie.

"Well, I'm not really sure, he never said. He looks about 17. Why?"

"Chica you cant trust him, he's a lot older than you. And you JUST met him. I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I know I cant trust him. thats why i am going to get to know him. And you dont need to look out for me, im 16. not 2"

"Is it NOT okay to look out for your little sister?! and apparently you DO need a look out because you are talking to strange men older than you THAT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW!"
Bonnie's face was warm and red. She is too frustrated with Chica that she had hot tears.
Chica stopped doing the dishes and went up to her room.
Her room only had her bed, dresser, nightstand with a lamp, and boxes still waiting to be unpacked. Chica didnt like to see her sister crying. It made her feel guilty. She hugged her pillow extra tight, pretending it was Freddy. Chica thought he was so hot. She wanted Freddy. She thought to herself,
"I wonder if he likes me too..."

She fell asleep thinking about him.