Sam

….

Carly is in Yakima.

My mom is in Vegas.

Melanie went off to visit her totally hot british boyfriend. I mean hot.

Did I mention it's Thanksgiving? I lie on my bed and stare at my white ceiling hoping for something to change but it's only a fucking white ceiling. I feel like screaming at something. Frothy jumps on to my bed and lies on my belly. I'm not going to scream at Frothy. She's my only friend right now. I pet her soft fur and she purrs softly with her closing her eyes in comfort.

" Oh Frothy. There is nothing to do this Thanksgiving." I say to her. She meows. I pet her head.

" Mommy is not home. She's dry humping all the men in Las Vegas weather their married or not." I add. My phone then rings. I turn over to my bedside table on my left and grab my phone. I look at the caller id; CAMERA. I press the accept button and put the phone against my ear.

" What do you want Benson?" I ask demandingly.

" Nothing. I just wanted to know how your Thanksgiving was going." Freddie asks.

" How can I enjoy thanksgiving where everyone is gone and more likely making out with someone I'll never meet." I reply.

" I see."

" Yeah. Why are you calling anyway?"

" It's just boring around here. My mom is making dinner and she's hyperventilating over the green beans."

" Ooooooo interesting." He laughs.

" So your alone at your house?"

" No. I'm the back of a pick up truck heading over to Vegas. No. Spencer Sam-proofed the locks so I can't get in at Carly's."

" I thought he was joking."

" He wasn't." I smile to my self. Frothy starts liking my cheek. I giggle. " Oh stop it." I say to Frothy while laughing.

" What's going on?" Freddie asks with a suspicious voice. I pick up Frothy with my free hand and put her on the floor.

" It was just Frothy." I say. I get off my bed and walk around my blue and neon purple bedroom.

" How would you like to come over to my house. For thanksgiving? Since your by your self." Freddie asks suddenly. I lean against the wall and think to my self. Now as much as I want to go over to his house for thanksgiving, here are the pros and cons.

Pros:

Food

Embarrass the Benson

Lock mother in closet

Finally be able to burn Freddie's nug-nug costume

Cons:

Overhygenic mother

Forced to wear holiday sweeter vest

Constant washing of hands

Healthy food. No junk. Healthy

" There's gonna be pigs in a blanket." Freddie says happily. He must want me to come over that badly that he bribing me with the one d'oeuvre that got me to go to Wendy's sweet sixteen. I bite my lip.

" Be there in ten." I say hanging up the phone. I plop my phone on my light blue bed. I walk over to my closet. What do you exactly wear to a Thanksgiving dinner. What do I have? Jeans, t-shirts, dark clothes, tom-boyish shoes. I can't wear any of it. I think I have to enter…the forbidden zone. I walk out of my room and head straight towards, Melanie's room. She has a extreme pink room. Ah! I walk in and look inside her closet. I pull out a simple gray dress and a red sweater from her drawer and a pair of light brown knee leather boots. I run out of the room fastly and slam the door. Never again! I get out of my sweats and get everything on. I zip up my dress. I look in my full length mirror. The dress fitted me in all the right areas and wasn't pouffy at all.

Oh the horror if it was a pouffy dress.