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Love Sick Fred	By : zombierose3 Category: 1 through F > Drop Dead Fred Views: 1293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer: I still don't own Fred, just insanity.

Chapter Eight
Lizzie found herself in a strange place, reminiscent in feeling to the world Fred had taken her to face her fears, but with a much colder vibe.
This was a large and empty room, white-walled and completely square. There were no doors or windows, and despite its clearly visible ends, it all seemed to go on forever with lighting that had no discernible source and a ceiling that expanded into blackness overhead.
An uneasy feeling crept up inside Lizzie. "Where the hell am I?" she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. The last thing she remembered she had been fast asleep in her bed, having a normal dream about eating waffles, which had somehow turned into her walking down the aisle to marry Fred… Her heart skipped.
"Oh crap! I'm sleep teleporting now?"
"Not exactly," said a random and disembodied female voice.
Lizzie jumped, accidentally taking a step from her place in the center of the room. The wall behind her literally followed with a loud, heavy scrape along the ground, and she watched wide-eyed as its opposite wall fell away like someone had pulled a piece from a Jenga game.
A low rumbling started and the ground lurched, dropping Lizzie to her knees with a shout. The flooring then twisted like a Rubik's Cube toward the wall on her right and clicked into place as it triggered the walls to reset like a strange and demented puzzle.
Lizzie shook and curled her fingers against the black and white checkered tiles, fighting to catch her breath. Right now she really wished Fred would appear to get her the hell out of here and remove his magical powers from her before she strangled him. She felt very vulnerable and alone without him, and if this was part of the world he came from, she decided it explained a lot about his "sanity."
"I feel like I'm in a funhouse…" she muttered.
"You have a very boring view of a funhouse," replied the disembodied voice. "Seems a bit lacking in décor…"
Lizzie pushed herself back to her feet, unfortunately taking another step which caused the room to repeat its hellish cycle. She braced herself and planted her feet as the flooring jarred back to the left and brought her face to face with a dark-haired woman showing off a smile and a cup of tea.
"Hello, Elizabeth."
Lizzie screamed so hard she almost lost her balance. "Oh shit! …Where did you? What… Who… who are you?" Her eyes widened as she noticed two men sitting bound and gagged on the floor behind the woman. "What the HELL is going on?!"
The dark-haired beauty smiled. "I'm Yin, this is a box, and those two idiots behind me are my associates. Ignore them. They've been placed on timeout. Just think of them as carry-on luggage."
"Uh…" Lizzie's face ticked as she tried to take this all in, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. She could hear the man on the right mumbling something under his gag, prompting Yin to materialize a staff out of nowhere and rap him on the head.
"Shhh…" Yin hushed, holding the tip of the staff to her lips. "This is my vacation. I'll not have you ruin it." She smiled wickedly and made the staff disappear before turning back to Lizzie. "It's my teatime now." She lifted the teacup and took a loud sip, but her eyes widened in shock and she spat the drink back out.
"Oh my God, Yang!" she shouted, whipping around to the man on the left, who was clearly laughing under his gag. "This is what you've been on about for all these years? This isn't even tea, you half-assed Hatter! It's vodka and cranberry juice!"
The man laughed harder and mumbled something behind the cloth. Furious, Yin marched over and yanked down the gag.
"What was that?"
Yang looked at her in seriousness for all of two seconds before a smug grin overtook his face. "Why do you think I've looked so happy all these years?"
Some sort of indefinable noise erupted from Yin and she stared at him as though she might maul him. "3,000 years and you couldn't SHARE?!"
"That wouldn't have been more fun than this moment," he answered, flashing the proudest, most overjoyed smile that could ever exist. The other man kicked him, causing Yang to twist around at his attacker. "Fuck off, Bob!" he shouted. "You know I don't like your feet!" Bob kicked him again and the two began a kicking war.
Yin's anger was about to pop her eyes from their sockets. Growling, she spun back to Lizzie. "Could you do me a favor and step to your left. Just a bit."
Lizzie worriedly shook her head. The insanity level of these people had her longing for the mildness of Fred's. "Um, I, uh, don't think that's such a good idea." She glanced around at the walls.
"Oh, it is. Trust me."
Lizzie gulped, wondering why the hell she was about to trust this woman, but she certainly didn't want to piss her off so she sidestepped to the left. The room and walls instantly shifted in response, only this time in a far different manner, as a fifth wall erected between Yin and the two men, dividing them into separate rooms.
"There," Yin said. "Now we can have some privacy."
Lizzie blinked. "Privacy for what?" Being alone with this woman did not seem safe.
"To discuss your little situation, of course. Why else would I bring you here?"
Lizzie's breath caught. "Then... Then you know about the magic?" An anxious feeling rose inside her. "Where's Fred? Did he speak to you?"
"Fred's not coming," Yin answered, as though she knew Lizzie's real question. "I've sent him back to your world. He'll be there waiting for you when we're done here. I've already had my little chat with him about this."
"Then, why couldn't he just tell me everything himself?"
"Because Fred tends to get a bit distracted with the details and this is a tad too complex to be skimmed over." Yin drank from the teacup and winced as it went down.
A sudden tinge of fear shot through Lizzie. "Oh God… I-I'm not turning into an imaginary friend or something weird like that, am I?"
"Oh no, of course not. Imaginary friends are beings created solely to be just that. You can't become one. A human would die trying to be turned and we don't like death. That's kind of why I'm here to talk to you."
Lizzie gulped, but nodded with curiosity. "Alright, I'm listening."
Yin snapped her fingers and the teacup vanished from her other hand. "This is about Fred's magic, which is actually quite dangerous for you to have, Elizabeth. I'm afraid if you don't get rid of it you'll be dead within a week's time from the toll it's taking on your body."
"Whoa, wait! DEAD?!" Lizzie could feel all the color leaving her skin. "Like, DEAD, dead?"
"I didn't know there was more than one kind," Yin said with a puzzled expression.
"Oh my God…" Lizzie held her head and tried to breathe. "Then… Well… H-How do I give it back to Fred?"
The corner of Yin's mouth twitched. "You can't."
"So you're saying there's no fix?"
"I didn't say that. Of course there's a fix. I only said you can't give it back to Fred."
Lizzie furrowed her brow. "Then, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying Fred's magic is stuck unless a certain task is performed to expel it from your body."
"What, like some sort of ritual?"
Yin twisted up her mouth in thought. "You might call it that."
A sudden terrible thought occurred to Lizzie and she wrapped her arms around herself. "What's gonna happen to Fred? He can't be an imaginary friend if he doesn't have magic."
"That is true." Yin nodded. "His life is in just as much danger as yours, but that too is fixable."
Lizzie exhaled loudly. "This is all making me feel a bit sick," she said. She could feel her pulse going into overdrive.
"Which is why I brought you here. It was obvious you'd get a bit overwhelmed and the lovely thing about imaginary friend powers is they seem to be well contained in boxes." Yin lifted her eyes to look around the room.
Lizzie straightened and blinked. "Wait, you really did put me in a box?"
"Yes, but I promise it's well-meaning," replied Yin. "I couldn't have you popping off or worsening your condition during our little talk. This place prevents you from tapping into Fred's power. It's a very familiar box, too," she added. "It's the one Fred got trapped in for all those years. I can see why he hated it."
Lizzie found it getting incredibly hard to stand. "This is the jack-in-the-box my mother… I'm in the jack-in-the-box?!"
Yin smiled. "Yes, well in a sense. See, while Fred was in here, this is what he saw, being lost and powerless to return to you."
"But this… this doesn't even make sense! How can this exist inside it?" Lizzie threw her arms out in exasperation. She just wanted something to start making sense again before she completely lost her grip on reality.
"Does it need to make sense? Fred being ripped away from you left him in a state of perpetual limbo between your world and his. He couldn't leave because he was still bound to you."
Lizzie's eye widened as her chest suddenly heaved from an immense weight washing over her. "How come he just couldn't use his magic to pop out?"
"It's too complicated to explain to a human. I'll just say he was temporarily banished because you let your mother become stronger than he was."
Lizzie hugged herself tighter, imagining what it must have been like in here for Fred. What he must have been thinking and feeling and how he must have felt the day he finally got out only to find her all grown up. It nearly brought her to tears. "What are you?" she asked Yin. "Are you an imaginary friend, too?"
"No. I'm one of the reasons Fred exists. I helped create him."
"So, you're some sort of god?"
Yin paused. This question was beginning to feel like a slap to the face. Oh, what the hell? she thought.
"Yes, and I'm in charge of all imaginary friends." A broad smile lit her face and Lizzie drew in a deep breath.
"Wow. Okay…" She pressed her fingertips to both sides of her head as she tried to digest all of it. "So, what do I have to do to stop this? How did this even happen?"
Yin sighed. "The answer to your last question is simple. You fell in love with Fred. You wanted to keep a part of him in your heart, which you basically did. Literally."
Lizzie's eyes widened. "You're serious? I… Wait, how do you even know how I feel about Fred? I've never said I loved him."
Yin gave Lizzie a pointed stare. "I'm a god. Magical powers and all that."
Lizzie's heart leapt and she was rendered speechless. How long had she been spying on her private thoughts? Was she doing it now? She eyed her suspiciously, feeling very exposed, but she was right. She did love Fred…
She'd realized that the moment he'd told her she had to go back without him, and when he'd asked her to kiss him she had put every ounce of strength she had into not revealing it. That moment had killed her, and she'd been trying to ignore her feelings ever since so it would stop breaking her heart.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked up at Yin.
The dark-haired 'god' flicked a piece of lint from her sleeve. "In answer to that next question swimming about in your head, you can't give Fred back his magic because his love for you is what let you take it. Seems he really didn't want to leave you either."
"What?" Lizzie could only stare. "Fred? Drop Dead Fred? The guy who vomits when you mention romance and girly things… LOVES me?"
"I think he was just as surprised as you," Yin answered with a delighted smirk. She really loved her job today. "And he didn't vomit. Not even a gag. It was almost boring."
Breath-taken, Lizzie pressed her hands against her pounding heart. This was almost too good to be true, but last night made so much more sense now…
A crooked smile pulled at her lips. "I almost don't believe it…" she whispered. She was shaking all over.
Yin lifted a brow. "So you wanted to know this task you must do in order to save the both of you?"
Lizzie nodded. "Y-yes."
"You have to turn him human."
Lizzie felt a shock erupt and surge through her entire body. She swore she couldn't even feel her legs anymore. "What? Me? H-how am I suppose to do THAT?!"
"It's very simple really. Fred is already part human from you taking his magic, and you're somewhat part of what he was, however, in these half states you're both in, you're both too weak to do this without the other. Only a very powerful level of magic can change him human entirely. One I can't even conjure."
Lizzie felt her nerves rising again. "If you're not even strong enough to do it, then how the hell will he and I be able to?"
"Because, and this going to sound like your fairytales I know you loved so well," Yin said with sarcasm, as she knew what Lizzie's childhood had been like, "love is stronger than any other forms of magic. You're very lucky, really. If it weren't for that, and you taking his magic, both of you would have no chance for this to work."
Lizzie just gave Yin a blank stare before she could find the words. "You're shitting me!" This was the most unbelievable thing she had ever heard of, and more than she could have ever hoped for. Fred could be real? She was still trying to get past the fact that he could fall in love. There had to be a catch.
"No," Yin answered. "It's all very true."
Lizzie shook her head. "Wow… So, uh… what exactly are he and I suppose to do to make this all happen?"
Yin smiled. "Let me put it to you this way… Fred's magic, which you hold inside yourself, is sort of like a key to get Fred to your world, only he's without the means to turn that key without your help. You can only tap into his powers when your emotions act up and when that happens it brings Fred to you. This 'task' needs a crazy amount of power from the both of you to work, so much it would burn up the magic entirely once it's done. So… you tell me what you think would make both your feelings burn strong enough that it would pull Fred into reality and make him human…" She raised a suggestive eyebrow and Lizzie's jaw dropped.
"I have to have sex with him?!"
"Well, not if you don't want to," said Yin.
"Oh my God…" Lizzie's entire body heated, not just from embarrassment, but also the thought of getting to do that with Fred. "Are you seriously telling me to go have sex my ex-imaginary friend to make him human?" she asked.
"Darling, I think you might have a hearing problem. YES!"
Lizzie was shaking all over. She had thought about it before, and was definitely more than okay about being with Fred (not just because their lives were on the line), but now that it was actually going to happen she had several reservations springing to mind. Like, did he even know how? Was he at home thinking he actually had to peck her? Was she going to have to explain everything to him? Would he even want to? Was there going to be a dramatic mime show of watching Fred pretending vomit around the bedroom?
Lizzie looked back at Yin, wide-eyed. God, she was thankful she had shaved her legs the night before. "Does… Did you already tell him about this?"
Yin smiled and decided to have a bit of fun. "No. I left that part out when I spoke to him," she lied. "You'd better hurry, though. I can't say Fred will be patient on waiting for you to wake up."
Lizzie was about to speak when the buzzing screech of what sounded like an alarm clock filled the room. The magic staff rematerialized in Yin's hands and she used it to shove Lizzie back into something soft and springy.
Gasping, Lizzie shut her eyes from the blow and reopened them to find herself lying back on her bed inside her room. The sound of the alarm clock continued to blare in her ears and she looked down to find it waiting on her stomach, staring at her with the time: 12:13 p.m.
"What the hell?" she whispered. Had that all just been a dream? She fought to make her eyes focus on the clock. She hadn't set the damn thing, nor had she ever set it for that time.
Frazzled, she smacked the off switch and tossed the seemingly possessed clock back to the nightstand where it belonged; however, that's when she spotted the mismatched array of flowers still rooted in dirt clogs scattered over her bed.
Tensing, she scooted upright for a better look, but a wayward twig fell across her eyes and she plucked it from her hair. A limp daisy with missing petals was attached to the other end. Lizzie's eyes widened and a smile lit her face.
Whatever this was could only be the work of one person, and this was all the proof she needed to know her recent talk with Yin had not been a dream. Her pulse quickened and she scrambled from the bed.
"Fred?" she yelled.
There was no response, but Lizzie knew he had to be here. Somewhere…
Eagerly, she turned to look for him, but her foot landed on something wet. She stepped back to find a crumpled up bath towel and immediately shifted her gaze to the open bathroom door. Her towel from last night still hung neatly from the rack where she had left it. Lizzie's breath caught.
"Fred?"
He still didn't answer.
Suspicious, Lizzie snatched up the wet towel and crept into the bathroom. The mirrors were moist and fogged and a trail of water led straight to the shower.
Thanks to Yin's talk, Lizzie's body warmed from sudden thoughts of Fred on the other side, naked, wet, and waiting to pounce. Her breath quickened and she had to stop and remind herself this was Fred, who had no clue what this day had waiting for him. If he was in there at all it was more likely because he was set to spring some sort of trap.
Unfortunately for Lizzie, her first thought had rendered her delirious and she yanked back the curtain despite any possible consequences.
Her heart sank when she found it empty, but the droplets of water covering both the curtain and the walls told her he had definitely been here. The showerhead dripped from recent use and when she glanced downward she saw a few orange hairs beside the drain.
Turning on her heels, Lizzie dropped the towel and sped from the room, but skidded to a halt when she found what waited for her in the kitchen.
Set out on the counter was a plate of charred toast, slathered with butter, a bowl of soggy Cheerios buried beneath an overflowing mound of sugar, and a sticky glass of orange juice with more juice pooling around it than in it.
The phone rang and Lizzie practically hit the ceiling.
"Oh Jesus!" she shouted, her hand flying to her chest. "That couldn't have been timed more perfectly…" She rolled her eyes and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Lizzie? Hi, it's Mickey again. Sorry to keep calling so much…"
"Hi… Mickey… No, it's not a problem." Lizzie mentally swore. "Now's not really the best time, though… Did you need something?" she asked, unable to stop herself from anxiously glancing around at what she could see of her apartment. Where the hell was Fred hiding?
"Oh, well I'll try to make this quick then. I'm actually calling for Natalie."
Lizzie's full attention locked onto the conversation. "Natalie?"
"Yeah, she wants to talk to you. She's pretty upset about something. I've tried all morning to get her to come out of her room, but she absolutely refuses unless she gets to ask you something."
A sinking feeling told Lizzie it had to do with Fred. "D-did she happen to tell you what it's about?"
"Something about Drop Dead Fred. I don't really know all the details, but I'm kinda worried, especially after, well you know, what happened last night." He cleared his throat nervously. "She's rather heartbroken about whatever it is. Will you please talk to her?"
Lizzie's mouth was so dry, she could hardly answer. "Uh… Of course," she finally choked out.
"Great, hold on. I'll get her."
"'Kay."
The sound of the phone being set down crackled through the receiver and Lizzie's fingers curled and twisted into the phone cord as she tried to make her thoughts shut up. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe I forgot about Natalie." What the hell was she suppose to tell her about Fred?
Rustling sounded on the other end of the phone, and Natalie's little voice followed before she could form a plan.
"Lizzie?"
"Hi, sweetie!" she shouted in response and smacked herself in the forehead. Calm the fuck down, Lizzie, she thought. "So, uh, your dad said you have something to ask me."
"Yeah… Has Fred made it to your house yet?"
Lizzie blanched. How much did Natalie know? "I… Well, I think so. He seems to be playing a game of hide and seek right now," she said, taking another look around the room. "What exactly did Fred say to you this morning?"
Natalie's voice shook. "He said he had to go away because he couldn't be my imaginary friend anymore because he had to go take care of you. Then he wiped snot on my dolls and left me here with Go to Hell Herman. He smells like fire."
Lizzie's mouth opened and closed a few times before she had any intelligible response. "Go to Hell Herman?" she asked. "Where do they get these names?" she muttered under her breath. She suddenly remembered the time at the doctor's office when Fred had been playing with his friends. She really had thought he was just being insane at the time… "Um—"
"But Fred promised us we could talk to him when he got there. Please, Lizzie? Me and Herman are worried and have to make sure he's okay."
"Um, Natalie, I'm gonna have to call you and, uh… Herman back. I think I need to find Fred first."
"Promise?" she asked, voice quivering.
"I promise." Lizzie smiled. "And I know Fred always keeps his promises, so I know you're gonna hear from him." She paused as she remembered what she and Fred had to do. "But probably in a few hours after, uh… I have a long chat with him." A blush warmed her face.
"Okay. Thanks, Lizzie. I don't know why Fred always said you were such a Snotface. Oh, and Herman says that you'd better take care of Fred since he decided to turn into a delicate flower." Natalie giggled. "Herman, Fred's not a plant!"
Lizzie found herself laughing along with Natalie. "Um… You're welcome and I'll do my best with him, I promise. I'll call you both back soon." She lowered the phone, half in a daze over what was happening when someone suddenly yanked on the back of her hair.
Lizzie shrieked and spun around, raising the phone high to strike whoever it was, but a strong hand caught her by the wrist.
"Surprise!" Fred shouted. Lizzie yelped and dropped the phone, leaving it to dangle on the cord as she stared at him in shock. He grinned excitedly and shoved his face in front of hers. "'Ello, Snotface!"
"Oh my God, you scared the shit outta me!" she cried.
Fred snorted. "Yeah, that's not all I've come back to get out of you," he remarked, bouncing a little and wriggling his hips. His gaze quickly disconnected from hers, which Lizzie was too busy blushing to notice. "Miss me?" he asked, grinning again.
Lizzie just stared at him in shock. After everything she had just gone through and had learned it was impossible to even find the words to answer that question.
"What, you gone deaf or something?" Fred asked. "I said, 'DID YOU MISS ME?'" he shouted.
Lizzie still didn't have an answer. She just flung her arms around Fred and clung to him. "Shut up," she choked out, closing her eyes and reveling in the feel of him against her.
Fred hesitated a moment, but wrapped his own arms tightly back around her. He could feel her shaking and it left him nervous and unsure of what to say— He didn't like that at all— but when Lizzie squeezed him harder and sighed he gently lowered his face against her shoulder to breathe her in.
The feeling it produced inside him ignited a shiver and Lizzie's warm breath hitting his neck was working on igniting something else. His breath quickened and he wished somehow he could pull her even closer, tell her he loved her, and just skip all the ruddy explanations, but he remembered very clearly how important this romance muck was to her, though… and he wanted to make it special.
Lizzie's hands slid up to Fred's wet hair, her fingers gently curling through it. Her touch had his eyes rolling back into his head. If this was what "shutting up" brought he would gladly do it anytime she wanted; anything she asked. He was never going to let her go again, even when she told him to piss off.
The damp hair suddenly clicked with Lizzie's mind and she pushed back from him with a curious look. "Fred, did you take shower?"
"No!" he shouted defensively.
"Then why are you wet?" She tried hard not to grin.
"Wet? Do I look wet?"
"Your hair does."
Fred reached up and touched his head. Damn. He rolled his eyes. "Oh fine! I was fiddling with it because I was bored and I fell in."
"Uh huh…" Lizzie said, leaning forward and giving him a sniff. "Care to tell me why you're wearing my ex-husband's cologne?"
"No!" he said. "I mean…" He snorted and tried to look insulted. "…this is how I always stink." He pulled at the lapels of his jacket. "And I don't smell like him! Are your nostrils broken? I'm Fred, not Bastard!" He rolled his eyes again and sneered. If she kept up this nosy Nancy Drew act it was going to ruin all he had planned.
Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek to force back her laugh. Seeing Fred trying so hard to impress her without yet admitting his feelings was both the sweetest and most genuine gesture she had ever received. Part of her wanted to admit to him she already knew, but a more playful side was curious to see how he planned to handle this, and how long she could poke at him before he would spill everything to her…
She narrowed her gaze. "Fred, what's going on? Are you trying to romance me or something?"
"Romance you?" His voice pitched higher. "Don't be gross." He shoved his finger up his nose and smeared a bit of snot on Lizzie's cheek. She choked and reached up to wipe it off her face.
"Charming," she replied.
Fred's face fell to a pouty expression. "I was only trying to look nice for you, that's all. You had a rough night. I wanted to help you have a good morning." He smiled softly, making Lizzie practically melt, until his unpredictable energy shifted the mood.
"Hey, I made ya some breakfast!" he shouted, pointing to the counter and hopping over to the meal. "I could've made something else, but I know how you don't like me touching things that make fire…" Fred felt his face warming uncomfortably and he hurried to change the subject. "AND I've got a great game planned for later and something really big I think you've been waiting for!"
Lizzie about died from that last statement. "Um, uh…" Suddenly all she could think of was a very specific big surprise and her eyes wandered down to the front of his pants. "That… sounds amazing," she said, her heart pounding. Fred was making her such a pervert.
Clearing her throat, she lifted her gaze back to his and watched as his eyes suddenly focused on the top her head. Lizzie's brow furrowed and Fred reached out to pluck a petal from her hair. Scrunching his nose like he were disgusted at its contact, he shook it from his fingers. Lizzie laughed.
"So, you're back?" she asked, suggestively raising her eyebrows and biting her lip.
Fred leaned in close to her and whispered, "Can you see me?"
Lizzie gave him an odd look. "Yeah…"
"Then I'm obviously back!" he said, matter-of-factly and rolling his eyes. He bounced on his heels and strutted around the counter. Reaching up, he smacked the overhanging pots and pans and proceeded to drum his fingers along the countertops.
Lizzie shook her head, but couldn't wipe away her smile. "Okay, so why did you leave Natalie?"
"Leave who?" he asked.
"Natalie. You know. Little blonde girl you hung babysitters from trees with."
"Oh, herrr." Fred chuckled and flipped his hand back with a bounce. His expression turned disinterested after that. "Yeah, well, to be honest she wasn't very fun. She always wanted to do 'grownup things.' Far too mature for me, so I left. Is it warm in here?"
"She's six, Fred."
Fred turned and started fidgeting with more things about the kitchen. He picked up a wooden spoon and smacked Lizzie's cookie jar, producing a loud clang. Unimpressed, he flung the spoon over his shoulder and into the sink.
"Um, Fred?" Lizzie raised an eyebrow, but he didn't seem to hear her. He was too busy flipping on and off the kitchen faucet and randomly opening and slamming drawers.
"Fred!" she shouted, her patience suddenly wearing thin. She flung her arm out to block him before he ripped open another drawer. Fred halted.
"She's a very mature six." He frowned. This wasn't going so well. He should have thought this all through more. How did people do this? "Look, I don't get why you're not more excited about this. I'm all yours again, Snotface, so get happy about it!"
The end of that phrase made Lizzie tense and Fred's eyes narrowed.
"Why do you look upset?" he asked.
"Because the last time you told me to 'get happy' you hit me on the head with a shovel."
Fred smiled. "Oh yeah, I did, didn't I?" he said, thinking back.
"Fred!"
He shook out of the moment. "Oh come on, I'm not gonna hit you with anything else!" He turned his head down and mumbled, "Unless you ask me to."
"I'm not sure what you mean by that, but I'd rather not end up on an episode of Cops," she remarked. Fred just looked at her with confusion and she sighed. Maybe she should just let him off the hook and tell him she knew why he was back?
"Look," he said, "Natalie didn't need me anymore. You did."
Lizzie's eyes widened at the unexpected admittance. "But, you said I didn't need you anymore…"
"What are you? The record keeper of everything I've said? I was wrong, okay?" He tapped his fingers on the counter a moment before adding in a softer, yet clearly uncomfortable tone, "Apparently I— or we— YOU, rather, have some unfinished business."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Lizzie asked, tilting her head with interest and stepping closer.
Fred tensed, but held his ground. "So now you're a deaf record keeper? Boy, Snotface, you're in dire shape if you need me to go about repeating things I've JUST said! No wonder you can't live without me!" He leaned back to rest his elbow on the counter, but the sleeve of his jacket slipped. Lizzie cringed when she heard the loud bang of his elbow hitting the side of the sink.
"OW! Fuck!" Fred shouted, yanking himself up and grabbing the aching spot. Lizzie's eyes narrowed when she noticed he wasn't just quickly brushing it off as he always did. He really acted like it had hurt…
Stepping closer, she reached for his arm and gently started rubbing circles over his elbow. Fred froze and Lizzie took careful notice of the fact he seemed hypnotized by what she was doing. Their eyes connected and she pressed her other hand to the side of his face, stroking her thumb along his cheek. Fred shivered and whimpered under her touch and Lizzie's breath caught as she suddenly wanted to show him exactly how much he meant to her.
"Tell me…" she pleaded, catching his half-lidded stare. Her heart was pounding, but she wanted to make him say it. She smiled coyly as her fingers tangled into his messy hair and she eased her body against his. "Please, Fred?"
"Uhhh…" Fred moaned softly, his thoughts clouding over under Lizzie's caresses. He didn't know what she was up to but he was in no position to argue. A gasp escaped him as he felt his pants growing tighter around his groin and he shifted against Lizzie. "Yes?" he croaked. The friction had only made it worse.
Lizzie sucked in a breath as she felt him starting to poke against her stomach. "Uh… Fred… S-so, are you going to tell me?" she whispered, dragging a finger around his lips. She could hardly believe the effect she was having on him. She liked it, but it was having just as much of an effect on her. She was about to give in.
Fred reached up and touched her wrist, unable to remember his plan with Lizzie looking at him like that. It was getting harder to breathe and his tongue twitched and licked his lips. "Um… Well, I wasn't really sent back just for you…" he said.
Lizzie went up on her tiptoes and tilted her mouth toward Fred's, her hypnotic gaze beckoning him closer. "Uh huh…" she breathed. "Go on..." She gently pulled at his orange locks.
"Uhh! …I was… Fuck! Ung… I was sent back to you because…" His mouth tingled it wanted her so bad, but he was effectively paralyzed and forgetting what he was saying. A pulsing started in his cock. "Because I…"
Lizzie hung on his every word, ready to scream at him to say it.
"Because I have some disease," he said.
Lizzie fell back down on her heels and pulled away from Fred in shock. Had he really just said that? "Well, I'll say you certainly have something," she muttered.
Was she expecting too much from him? Did he even know what love entailed? Oh God, I am gonna have to explain it to him, she thought, but an idea suddenly clicked in her mind. She knew exactly how to handle this.
Smirking, she turned and stormed for the front door, making Fred realize his poor choice of words.
"Snotface?" he yelled, leaping after her.
Lizzie secretly smiled and walked faster. "If you're not going to tell me the truth, I'm heading over to Mickey's." She glanced back just to see the look on his face.
"Fartpants!? For what? Hair braiding?"
Lizzie bit back her smile. "Goodbye, Fred."
"But, you can't go!" he insisted.
"And why not?"
"Well…" He stopped and looked her up and down, obviously reaching for a good excuse. "You're not even dressed for one!" He motioned frantically at her robe.
"I'm more dressed than I will be."
Fred's eyes flashed. "That's it!" He grabbed Lizzie by the shoulders to get her away from the door.
Screaming, she tried to duck out of his grasp, but only managed to twist around and put her back against him. Fred locked his arms around her waist and Lizzie thrashed and spun the both of them around in the entryway. They fell against the wall, panting and laughing, but he still didn't let go.
"Ha! Try to get out of that now!" he taunted.
A wicked smile crossed Lizzie's lips at how jealous Fred was acting. "Oh yeah?" She tilted her head back and licked his neck. Fred's arms collapsed away from her and Lizzie bolted for the door before he realized what had just happened.
"Oi, you cheater!" he shouted.
Lizzie's hand was almost to the doorknob when Fred stepped in front at the last second. Her hand landed right on his crotch and squeezed. Both of their eyes widened, with Lizzie turning all shades of red and Fred simply unable to breathe. He felt his problem from earlier returning even stronger than before.
Lizzie yanked her hand back and turned from him in complete and utter embarrassment, covering her mouth with both hands. "Oh my God! Did I just grab your? Oh my God!" She glanced back, wanting to die and saw Fred just standing there in a lost state of bliss.
"That… that was definitely my knob…" he answered, breathing hard. "Um…" What did someone say in a moment like this? He looked back at Lizzie. "But it felt great!" he added, giving his best reassuring grin and a thumbs up. Lizzie became even more mortified and started to head toward her bedroom.
"Where're you going?" he asked.
She didn't answer him.
"Hey! Elizabeth?"
She kept walking for the bedroom.
"Snotface!"
She walked faster.
"Don't—"
There was a loud bang.
"…close the door," Fred finished in disappointment. What had gone wrong there? Did he have a bad knob? He looked down and checked himself, patting and then pulling out the waistline of his trousers for a look. "Hmm, no couldn't be that," he concluded aloud. Had to be she was just afraid it was all too massive for her to handle. He smiled proudly and hurried for the door.
It was locked.
Fred's smile vanished, and he tried rattling the knob several times before panic started to set in. "Elizabeth?" He knocked gently and shook the door. There was no answer and his face twitched in agitation. Fred's eyes narrowed and his patience was gone. He started pounding his fist against the door. "Dammit, Elizabeth!" He knocked faster and kicked the door hard. "You can't just grab and go!" he shouted, hitting the door one last time.
"Piss off!" Lizzie yelled back. She needed a moment to think about what the hell had just happened. That was NOT how she had wanted to grab Fred for the first time. Talk about a plan backfiring, she thought.
Fred fell away from the door and tried catch his breath. Obviously he needed a new approach, but it just drove him mad when he couldn't reach Lizzie. So much for planning everything all out, he thought and frowned. This moment had definitely been pissed on.
He shut his eyes tight and tried really hard to get himself under control, which was a lot like trying to fit three elephants into a thimble and asking them to dance.
Creeping closer, he pressed his ear to the bedroom door. His fingers impatiently drummed against it, until he realized that really defeated the purpose of listening for Lizzie. He stopped and cleared his throat.
"Snotface? Can I come in?" he asked.
"No!"
"Why not?" His voice even had a pout.
"'Grab and go' comes to mind," she answered.
"But that's what happened!"
Lizzie slapped her head. "Fred, you thanked me for grabbing your… your…"
"My willie. Yes. What's so wrong with that? You're the one that reached out for a squeeze! I was just being polite!"
"P-p-polite!" she cried. Did he have to keep talking about it? She could still feel it against her hand. How the hell was she suppose to calm the fuck back down after that?
"Come on, I was only trying to give you a compliment."
"Oh God," Lizzie groaned to herself. "Go away…"
"Snotface—"
"Don't call me that!"
"But, Snotf—'Lizbeth," he caught himself, "then…" Fred tried to think really hard about what the proper thing to say was. "I'm sorry my knob got in the way and you gave it a yank?"
"Please stop talking."
"Look, I'm not upset! I promise! I'll even let you do it again if you want," he offered excitedly. He really hoped she said yes. He heard a gasp from the other side of the door and smiled, his boiling impatience making him about ready to explode.
"Fred." She sighed.
"'Lizbeth," he said, his voice suddenly very soft and sincere, "I'm sorry… for whatever I did… and the truth is I'm back because… I really do have a disease."
Lizzie tensed.
"You've gotten me all lovesick. I… love you, Elizabeth." He held his breath until he heard the door's lock click a few seconds later.
Fred stared down at the knob and hesitantly reached to turn it. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed it open and stepped into the bedroom, finding Lizzie standing there with a smile on her face.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed. Her heart was pounding so fast and she rushed to close the distance between them. Fred could barely catch her before her mouth fell against his in a deep kiss that shocked his entire being. His hands immediately pressed against her back as he drew her closer for more. The intensity had tears welling in Lizzie's eyes and she broke the kiss before she collapsed.
"Fred, I love you so much, but I swear to God if you disappear again now…" she said, shaking as her brown eyes stared desperately into his blue ones.
Fred shivered as he saw the full depth at which she needed him reflected inside her gaze. "I… I'll never leave you again," he said, his serious tone lacking all that was characteristic of his usual voice. "I meant it. I love you."
His words made Lizzie's tears fall down her face and she held up a trembling pinky for him to take. "Promise?"
"I promise," he said, hooking his finger around hers. "Forever… I'll always want you for my Snotface." He smiled.
Lizzie shook her head, breath-taken. "Fred, why did you wait so long to tell me how you felt?"
His eyes flashed with playfulness. "In a minute," he said, smirking and leaning closer. "First I'd really like more of this…" He hesitated only a moment before covering her mouth in a fiery, possessive kiss that brought Lizzie's arms to coil around his neck.
He couldn't love anything more than Lizzie and when he felt her trembling against him it made his breath start to quicken. A strong desire built inside him and he wrapped her tighter into his embrace, making him suddenly aware of how warm and soft she felt. Lizzie arched her body against his, her fingers slipping up to comb through his hair again.
She had never once imagined she would ever kiss Fred this way, but now that she was she didn't think she could ever stop. She moaned against his mouth and sent a vibration that parted his lips in a gasp. The sound encouraged her to slide her tongue along his bottom lip and suck it, before she moved in to explore his mouth.
Fred's eyes flew open and he released a loud moan, his body jerking like it had just been shocked. His cock twitched and hardened with a building throb and he pushed it against Lizzie.
With a gasp, she pulled back and shook, staring at him in awe and fighting to breathe. Fred nervously watched her, suddenly unsure if he had again done something wrong, but he couldn't form the words to ask.
Lizzie answered his unspoken question by smiling and pushing herself gently against his erection in a tease.
"Uhh…hhh…" Fred shuddered, finding it both the most unbearable and incredible feeling he had ever experienced. His cock hardened to full capacity and started to ache. Lizzie repeated her tease, and Fred roughly bucked his hips back in response, gasping and pulling at her as he started to rub against her for more.
Lizzie's mouth smashed into his and she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. Fred moaned and sucked on her bottom lip, stumbling back into the hallway and crashing against the wall. Lizzie shivered and ground covered sex against his cock.
"Oh, shit!" Fred cried. "What's gotten into you?" Lizzie was too busy nibbling and sucking on his neck to answer and Fred's eyes started to roll back. "Uhh… Dammit, I like that…" he gasped, bracing against the wall. His legs were beginning to shake so bad it was the only thing keeping him standing. Lizzie finally relented enough in her attack to speak.
"God, I can't believe this is real," she whispered, rocking against him. The lower half of her robe had fallen open and her black panties were soaked. She was aching to undo Fred's pants and feel his bare cock between her thighs. Just the thought had her on the edge. She'd never needed anyone like this; he was absolutely incredible. Dammit, she loved him so much.
Fred suddenly pinched her on the ass, and she screamed.
"What—"
"Believe it's real now?" he asked with a devilish smirk.
Lizzie stared at him, heart pounding. "Starting to… but, um… I might need a little more proof." She smiled and teasingly pulled at the front of his jacket.
"You're hard to please then," he replied, but his nervousness sprang back up. They smirked at one another and Lizzie went to work undoing the front of his jacket, which Fred watched breathlessly until she distracted him with another kiss and pushed the coat from his body.
Fred's legs gave out and he slid against the wall down to the floor with Lizzie still tightly wrapped around him. The tension in his pants was practically unbearable and when Lizzie shifted into a straddling position and rubbed over his length he thought he was going to die. "Fuck! It's like you've got magic panties!" he gasped. It felt so good.
"Thanks to you," she purred.
Fred's jaw dropped and his head fell back against the wall in a moan. "Oh you naughty girl…"
Lizzie shivered. "I thought you found this sort of thing disgusting though…" she teased, bringing her face closer to his.
Fred looked her straight in the eyes and growled. "I do… and right now I'd like to get really disgusting." He writhed beneath her in desperation and the sight alone triggered Lizzie's legs to squeeze around him before she crashed back against him for another kiss.
Her hands pressed to his chest, sliding out to push his suspenders down his body. Both of them rocked against one another as Lizzie grabbed for the front of his shirt and pulled it from the waist of his trousers. She slowly lifted it and caressed her hands up and along his trembling stomach. His body looked just as she'd imagined it would and Fred raised his arms for her to pull the shirt over his head.
Flinging it aside, she started to rub her hands over his bare skin. "Fred, I love you so much…" she breathed, shaking and trying to memorize everything about this moment.
Fred could barely hear her as he felt every thought leaving his mind. His cock was throbbing so hard it was like a heartbeat. He just wanted to feel more of Lizzie. His Lizzie.
Gripping her thighs, he pushed himself against her, hoping to find some relief, but it just made the ache even worse. "'Lizbeth!" he cried, bucking his hips and moaning loudly.
Lizzie's sex pulsed and her back arched in response, sending her breasts to peek out from the front of her falling robe. Fred's eyes widened.
He remembered these lovelies from the night before and wasn't going to let them get away without greeting them properly this time.
Trembling, he reached out with both hands and cupped them with an eager smile across his face.
Lizzie gasped. "Fred!" A shaking breath followed and she pressed into his hands.
"Oi, looks like I've found a couple of magic buttons," he teased. Smirking, he couldn't help but give them a squeeze. Lizzie jumped and Fred liked the sight of it. He wondered what else he could do with these and lightly slapped their sides, making them jiggle.
"GYAH!" Lizzie pulled back from him and tried to cover her breasts. "Are you INSANE?!"
"Is that a trick question?" he asked.
Lizzie stared at him incredulously. "Uh… Oh my God... Okay, Fred…" His eyebrows lifted. "These…" She pointed at her breasts. "…are not for hitting and…" She paused and groaned, mentally cursing herself for not thinking to explain this to him first. Wonderful idea, Lizzie. "I think there's something I need to tell you before you start looking for other 'magic buttons.'"
Fred's worry suddenly outweighed the need in his pants. "What's that?" He gulped. Had she changed her mind about him?
"Uh… well, before I woke up I sorta met the ones in charge of all the imaginary friends, and they… told me something I really need to explain to you." She bit her lip and watched his eyes widen.
"You met them? Yin, Yang, and Bob? How?"
"Uh, let's just say it involved a box…"
His eyes flashed with worry. He didn't like the way she was twitching. "What'd they say? Did they do anything to you?" he asked, set to pummel every one of them if they had.
"No, no. Nothing like that. Um, it's just, well they told me how to get rid of the magic that's ended up inside me before it's… too late for us."
Fred smiled. "What, you mean about how we have to do it?"
Lizzie practically choked. "Y-you know?"
Fred laughed. "Yeah, those idiots told me all about it. What, did they send you back here thinking you had to seduce me?"
"Yes! What the hell? They lied to me? They're gods; they can't do that!" Her eyes were wide. Those three were so lucky she was mortal because otherwise she would be throttling them right now.
Fred's sniggering came to a halt. "Whoa, hold up! They told you they were gods?"
Lizzie nodded slowly. "Yes… Aren't they?"
"No!" Fred scoffed. "They're 'independents,' whatever the bloody hell that means, and I really don't want to get back into that whole mess." He sneered, but reached up to grab Lizzie's boob. She smacked his hand away.
Her head was spinning. What the hell was an 'independent' non-god? "What are they, freelance or something?" she exclaimed, feeling her stomach knot. Could they be trusted? "Okay… but they did create the imaginary friends, right?"
"Yeah, but to be honest I think that's all they've really done." Fred rolled his eyes as Lizzie tried really hard to adjust to everything. He gently tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear and licked his lips. "But if you'd really like me to stay, Snotface, we'd better get that magic out of you quick before you accidentally send me off to mars or someplace horrible." He smirked playfully, bringing Lizzie to do the same. "Now, I'd like two lumps of sugar please!"
He excitedly leaned in and licked one of her nipples.
"Fr-Fred!" she gasped, grabbing his head and arching toward his tongue. Fred grinned deviously and licked the other one, making Lizzie hold him even tighter. His mouth hungered for more, and he placed it entirely over the nipple and sucked.
"Uhh!" Lizzie hugged his face and tightened her legs around him, pulling her sex along his clothed erection until they both felt the tip gently poke into her.
"Oh shit!" Fred bucked beneath her and fell back against the wall, shaking and breathing hard. "Do it! Fuck me 'til I'm human!" His body arched, lifting up his hips. "Ohhh!"
Lizzie almost died. The sight of his bare stomach falling up and down from how hard he was breathing had her panties soaked. "I… I think I'd better release some of your tension first or we'll never get that far…" She eagerly ran her hand over his twitching cock.
Fred's breath hitched and his head fell back to hit the wall. "Ow! Fuck! I don't care what you do, but I'm outta room down there! Release something!"
Trembling, Lizzie unzipped the fly of his pants. His cock sprung up from the opening dripping with precum. She felt her sex tighten at seeing Fred's full size and a shiver went through her body. "Is that better?" she asked, sliding her fingers along his shaft.
Fred couldn't even speak. His mouth just hung open and intermittently sucked in gasps as another bead of precum dripped from the head of his cock.
Lizzie smiled wickedly and leaned down to kiss his stomach. Her breasts pressed against his erection and Fred jerked, grabbing and holding the back of her head.
"'Lisbeth!" Every way she touched him was so amazing he couldn't stand it and he writhed, needing more.
A naughty idea flashed in Lizzie's mind and she leaned down, rubbing her chest over his length. "I want to make you feel so good," she whispered, rocking harder against him and sliding her tongue to his bellybutton.
Fred shook and dug his fingers into her hair. "Liz… I… I..." He was breathing so hard he couldn't speak.
Lizzie took his cock in her hand and placed it between her breasts. His tip hit under her chin, wetting her with his juices. She squeezed him between her and started rubbing his shaft up and down. Fred's mouth fell open and he thrust his hips and gasped at the added friction making his cock pulse. His entire body tensed and he latched onto Lizzie's shoulders.
"Fred, I want to make you cum…" she whispered, licking his stomach and thrusting faster over his shaft. His foot kicked out against the opposite wall.
"UHH! Fuck! I… I don't know what that is… but do it! Oh God, Elizabeth please!" He bucked his hips up, desperately writhing and digging his hands against her back. He whimpered and didn't look like he could get any air. Lizzie almost collapsed.
She pulled back and took him into her mouth, wanting to make this unforgettable for him. Fred's whole body locked up and his breath caught. Lizzie swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock and hummed just before giving him a hard suck.
"'LIZ—" he gasped, but couldn't finish saying her name. His hands gripped the back of her head and his hips lifted entirely off the ground, heels digging into the wall. He felt his cock suddenly tense and throb with a violent ache, before bursting with an intense wave of pleasure. "OH F—FU….CK!"
His eyes rolled back into his head and he held onto Lizzie for dear life, moaning and gasping as he spilled into her mouth. Lizzie sucked him harder and let it slide down the back of her throat. Fred jerked and a final drop squirted from his cock before he collapsed back against the ground, shaking and heaving.
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Lizzie smiling at him and was suddenly hit full force by how much he loved her. It was so strong he could practically feel it burning inside his chest and he knew without a doubt that he had been made for her. It didn't matter that he had been created as an imaginary friend first. This was where he belonged, and he was going to spend forever showing her that in every way he could.
"You're so beautiful," he said, reaching out and pulling her against him. He wrapped his arms around her and cradled the back of her head. "I love you so much." His voice was so full of emotion that Lizzie shivered and she rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes.
"I love you too, Fred."
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