ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #6
Date: 9/12/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner, Source: xHamster
... us, and nearly killed us." "Oh my god…" was all Freddie could manage, as he shook his head in disbelief. "Yeah… I need a shower," Jade said, pulling from Freddie a bit, but still holding on to his hand. "Speaking of… what, uh… what's that smell?" "Dead raccoon…" he said, quickly and confidently. "Don't ask." "Ah… and that was what part of planning this wedding for me?" Freddie wasn't sure for a moment if she was serious or not, but just laughed and helped her up the grass to the inn. After a few steps, Tori and Carly rushed out to check on her, and they take much of the weight. "I'm going to clean up, Benson…" Jade said over her shoulder, and Freddie secretly hoped this was a subtle invite to join her. "Don't you dare come see me until I'm presentable." Freddie looked sad for a moment, and took a deep breath. Now that Jade was back safely, there was really only one person left that Freddie needed to see. * * * KNOCK KNOCK Spencer was pleasantly surprised when he found Freddie on the other side of the door to the room. "Hey buddy… I figured you'd be helping Jade after what Carly told me happened." "That was fast," Freddie said, cocking his eye. "Yeah… but you know Carly and her texting. Like lightning, my s*ster," Spencer said, backing up so he could come in. "Amy's down looking at her dad. She was going to school to be a nurse when the art thing happened. Plus, someone needed to ...
... stay up here with Savanna." "Yeah…" Freddie said, looking around the room, "Look, Spencer, have you seen Robbie?" "The weird black curly haired k*d? Ummm… not really. Not since the boat ride at least," "Hmmm… you mind if I talk to Savanna for a couple minutes?" "Sure," Spencer said with a confused look. "She's in her room, playing with her dolls probably. Pretty much all she's done since she got here." "Oh really? Hmm… ok," Freddie said, unsure of how much attention Spencer actually paid to the girl's activities. He made his way to her room and looked in on her, playing with her doll's hair, as described. "Hey, Uncle Freddie," she said with a quiet excitement that quickly turned into concern. "You aren't mad about this morning, are you?" "Oh no…" he said with a plastered smile. "I'm sure it was very funny… Plus, I know how tough it's been since there aren't really any k*ds here for you to be friends with." "Oh, I have already made a friend here," she said, matter-of-factly. "Really? Would Robbie be that friend?" "I've made a lot of friends, Uncle Freddie…" Her voice trailed off into a whisper as she leaned towards him. "But I can't tell you about them be-cause you aren't supposed to know." "Well, I suppose we all have our secrets, right k*ddo?" He said, hoping to gain her trust. "I need to know, though… did Robbie take you to the church to play ...