Chapter 6: iVenice (updated spelling and grammar)
Original A/N: Fair warning that there is a fair bit of bad language in this chapter... :)
FREDDIE POV:
As I awoke to the aroma of brewing coffee, I found myself greeted by the sight of blond, curly hair resting on my chest. Simultaneously, my phone beeped and vibrated incessantly, disrupting the peace of the morning. Groaning, I realized the pounding headache that accompanied my awakening. But wait... blond curly hair? With a sudden jolt, I opened my eyes fully and sat up in bed, startling the girl who had been sleeping beside me. She woke abruptly, her hand flying to her throbbing head. That's when I noticed it—the shiny, sparkling ring on her left finger. And to my dismay, I recognized it as my grandmother's wedding ring—the same ring I had always intended to use to propose to my future wife. What on earth was going on?
"OH MY GOD!" I exclaimed, jumping out of bed and staring at my own left hand, where a shiny silver wedding band now adorned my finger. "OH... THIS IS... BAD... SHIT!" I shouted, feeling a surge of panic coursing through me.
"JESUS, BENSON! CAN YOU SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP AND MY HEAD FEELS LIKE IT'S GOING TO EXPLODE. JESUS," came Sam's irritated retort from the bed, I waited for the realization to hit her. She was half-naked. In bed. with me. 3... 2... 1...
"OHMYGOD... WHAT THE... WHERE ARE... What the hell happened last night?" she growled.
"I don't know, but Sam... your finger... I think we..." Her gaze dropped to her hand, confusion knitting her brows. When she looked back up at me, her eyes pleaded for answers.
"I... We? I DON'T... I don't remember, Freddie. I'm..." She threw her hands up in desperation, her voice cracking. I sensed her fear, though she was too proud to admit it aloud. Despite the risk of rejection, I approached her and pulled her into a hug. I braced myself for a punch, but instead, she crumbled. She cried. I'd seen Sam in many states—upset, angry, passive, and happy—but I'd never seen her... broken.
"Shhh...hey! Come on, Princess, It's going to be okay! We'll figure it out, we can fix it. Okay? Come on, Sammy, shhh, you're okay." I murmured soothingly, rubbing her back as she clung to me. But just as I began to calm her down, my phone beeped five times in a row and then started vibrating with an incoming call. Whoever was calling couldn't have picked a better time to blow up my phone!
"Sheesh! Let me get that," I said, and she nodded her acceptance, loosening her grip on me. I reached over to grab my phone, and the name "Carly Shay" and her picture flashed across the screen. I slid the bar over to answer.
"Hey Carly," I greeted, feeling both curious and surprised.
"OHMYGOD! I HAVE CALLED YOU A GAZILLION TIMES! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? WHERE IS SAM? AND WHYYY DID I WAKE UP YESTERDAY WITH BRAD IN THE BACK OF YOUR TRUCK, HIM IN A TUX AND ME IN WHAT I SUSPECT TO BE A BRIDESMAID DRESS? WHY DO I SUSPECT THAT? OH, UH, I DON'T KNOW... MAYBE IT'S THE PICTURE SAM POSTED ON SPLACHFACE OF YOU AND HER AT THE ALTAR GETTING MARRIED! OH, AND IT'S WRITTEN IN WINDOW CHALK ALL OVER YOUR TRUCK WINDOWS 'JUST MARRIED'. Now let me ask one more time... WHERE. ARE. YOU?!" Carly's voice crackled with frustration and fury.
"Shit..." I sighed.
"Yeah! So...?"
"Carly, I don't know where we are," I admitted, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach.
"ARE YOU KIDDING?! Well, is your WIFE there? Jackass." Carly's frustration was evident in her tone. I let out another sigh.
"Jesus, Carly! It's way too early and confusing for name-calling!" I observed Sam as she walked to the window, summoning the courage to pull back the blinds and peer outside.
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