Freddy Valler--7

(It's been a while since I've updated on Freddy Valler. Actually, I think it's been two months since I've last done a blog. Eh heh heh.... My bad? Anyways, here's another part of Freddy's crap life full of crap. And all that. Sorry... I'm a tired teenager and it's summer, so I get up at noon or one and my mind's not always intact.....)

   "What... huh?" Lilly's confused expression tipped me off that she had no idea about Tomas' past. Damn. I couldn't rub his giant nose in it.

   "It's nothing, babe," Tomas said, though his murderous gaze was still locked on me. "Freddy's just another freak." Okay, that one stung, just a little. I didn't have exactly what you could call a normal childhood, but did killing monsters and knowing dead languages make me a freak? ....Don't bother answering that one.

   "Takes one to know one, right, Tomas?" Seriously? Didn't I have something better in my arsenal to use then cliched comebacks? At that moment, I realized I was losing to a traitorous slime-bag. I was usually better at arguments. Really. But I still wasn't over the shock of seeing him here, with a normal girlfriend at a normal high school looking like a normal teenager. Albeit a huge normal teenager, but normal nonetheless. And there was also a small pang of jealousy. Tomas had been here all those years, and I was still stuck fighting bad guys and having near-death experiences. Don't get me wrong, I loved saving people and doing what I could to make the world a better place, but... sometimes it didn't make up for the time I lost. The time I could've used getting girlfriends or playing football, instead of having meaningless sex with strangers and cutting off the heads of zombies. I always managed to draw the short straw.

(Okay, I know this is really short... >.< But my mind's not here and I keep forgetting stuff that I was gonna write. Maybe a trip to Hot Topic or the pool might clear my head.... Oh, but wait... I have no money.... TT~TT)