Peter Picked a Pickled Pickle {Addie/Freddie}

[PICKLE ABREY]

Addison was very upset. Well...maybe upset wasn't the word, but Pickle wasn't supposed to say the other word that Addison seemed to be radiating. There was even a tone to the ay she was walking, Pickle noticed. She trailed behind her pretty friend, looking at the old basket she had loaned her. Inside that basket were cookies left over from last night, carefully decorated cupcakes, and hot fresh bread that Pickle had prepared this morning. Addison had spend the night, which Pickle was grateful for. She was use to being on her own, but it was nice to have someone else's company.

The night had winded down to the girls making a Apple Pie a la Mode, and just talking. Mostly Pickle crying, but she felt better the next morning. A little comment slip had given the girls the idea to trick the person that caused Pickle's tears in the beginning. Oh yes, Freddie was in for it. Pickle hurried in her soft, warm boots and jogged up to Addison's side, "Don't look too mad, or he'll be a fraidy cat and run." Those huge eyes looked at her friend,and nodded, the loose curls that Pickle's hair did on their own seemed to bounce as she nodded.

She wondered how Freddie's face would be when he realized the treats in the basket were made by the blonde girl in the oversized sweater and rainbow socks. Pickle grinded her lower lip between her teeth nervously, and she then released it to smile. "Thank you, Addison. For everything." She murmured quietly. This was how friends were supposed to be. She had the strange nagging feeling that the others wouldn't have been quite so upset over the things Freddie said. She also wasn't sure they'd go so far as to team up with her to trick the troublesome boy.

In the beginning Pickle hadn't entirely been aware of Freddie's intents. She had taken them as...Freddie just being Freddie. But after the crying fest, and the way Addison's mouth seemed to set the more she heard--the more Pickle realized that Freddie was probably being just downright mean. Which meant getting even. Not quite so cruelly, as Freddie might have done. But the girls had his number. They got his ticket.

So, after a text sent from Addison to Freddie, the girls headed down to the Common Rooms, where they would meet with their friend, and lay their sweet, cavity inducing trap.

Tags: Addison / Dani / Freddie / Scout / Pickle / Olley
Notes: OOOH. HE GONNA GEDDIT.
Outfit: Mismatched.
Song: In The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

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[ADDISON ROWE]

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Revenge was a dish best served cold.

Or, in this case, sweet. Addison didn’t approve of revenge more often than not. Sometimes it was better to forgive and forget. Other times to confront the person and flat out talk to them. Addison preferred to drop it. Revenge was a last resort.

Or, in this case, the first and only option. Freddie was just asking for it. It was as if he had walked up to them and insisted that they get back at him. He deserved this. Addison was not going to put up with the way people treated Pickle anymore. Really, she never had. They had always received a stern scolding. She didn’t care what people thought of her for this; all that mattered was that she was standing up for her friends.

The anger was rolling off of her in waves. She tried to subdue this, not wanting to make it obvious that she was furious. All that could do was give them away. Pickle was right. Addison looked to her friend and she remembered just why she was doing this. Addison’s angry expression melted into a soft smile and she nodded. “I’d like to see that. Not that he’d admit to it.

”

Staying the night at Pickle’s had been a very good idea. Addison was happy to be there for her friend and she’d had fun making Apple Pie. It wasn’t often she got to bake as her time usually went to studying or writing. Baking with Pickle had been the best time she’d had in awhile and Addison decided to make sure it happened more often. It had been much better than going out for Chinese.

Addison hadn’t wanted to stop at her dorm to change so she’d borrowed one of Pickle’s shirts for the time being. It fit nicely and it was comfortable. “You’re welcome,[/color]” Addison said simply because that’s really what it was. Simple. Addison linked her pinky finger with Pickle’s and swung their arms back and forth, grinning. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face.[/color]”

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notes; yeaaaaah
outfit; lol matching is for losers
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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

Oh, glorious free time.

Morning practice was over and done with, and he had the whole day ahead of him to spend on…whatever he wanted. Well, that wasn’t quite true. He was supposed to go hang out somewhere with Kenny tonight, but it wasn’t as though there was any surprise as to where that was going to lead. And before that, he had a day of…well, he really should have been studying for the math test on Tuesday (at least, he thought it was Tuesday. God only knew), but obviously that wasn’t going to happen any more than he was going to research colleges or call home, so there was no use pretending. Maybe he’d text Will. Although she’d seemed a bit put out at practice, so on second thought maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. After all, an angry Will was an exceptionally pissed Will, and Freddie didn’t much feel like dealing with even a moderately irked Will on the best of days.

Shifting the position of his soccer bag over his shoulder, Freddie pushed open the door to his dorm room only to be greeted by the loud, yet muffled sound of his cell phone ringing from within its depths. Grumbling a few choice words, he plopped the duffle unceremoniously on the carpeted floor and began digging, tossing out whatever nasty, sweaty bits of clothing reproduced themselves during the quest. When at last he’d tipped the thing over and literally shaken its entire contents—nasty cleats and all—out onto the floor, he found the blinking Samsung right where he’d expected to: the top of the pile and thus, the top of the bag. Picking it up triumphantly, he glanced at the backlit screen, a small, unchecked smile spreading over his face at the name appearing there: Addison.

Well, butter his ass and call him toast.

Thank God he’d showered back in the locker room. Sending her back a quick “Coming,” text, Freddie practically bounded out the door and down the stairs to the common room, slowing down only for the last flight so as not to appear too eager. Dressed in his soccer sweats and a practice jersey (clean, though, so there was no issue there), he nodded casually upon spotting Addison and made his way to her.

“You uh…said you had something for me?” hands in his pockets, Freddie’s eyes darted over the basket in her hand as he took a deep whiff. “Did you—Are those cupcakes?” casual though his voice was, there was no hiding the rather loud roar that emerged from his stomach just then. Eyes widening in what could only be momentary embarrassment, Freddie offered the girl a weak little smile and a small laugh, brushing the situation off easily. He was a teenage boy, after all, and an athlete. Obviously he was always hungry. It was something Will enjoyed pointing out often, how much he could eat and how little weight he gained.

It was only after he’d looked up again from the basket of what could only be wonderful baked goods that Freddie actually registered Pickle as being present. A small smirk began to form on his face when he stopped, glanced at Addison, and replaced the sneer with a little, if not forced, smile. “Hey, Pickle…”

[PICKLE ABREY]

It was definitely seeing Addison so upset. She was such a soft girl, gentle. Sweet. It was weird to see her like this. Pickle fixed her with those large eyes until she smiled, and Pickle's smile reflected Addison's. "Of course he wouldn't admit it, but we would know." She nodded, and her smile widened a bit before they continued down the hall. Pickle's grin faded into a content smile. A smile that seemed to light up from the inside when Addison's pinky wrapped around hers, and she happily swung her skinny arm with hers. "I wonder if he'll try to puke it up afterwards." She pondered outloud as they entered the commons.

They were early, which wasn't a bad thing. It gave the girls a couple more moments to get their expressions and tempers subdued. Pickle took a seat on the couch, sitting on the very edge with her knees together. Her bright blue nails picked at her black leggings when she heard the door open. Well, that was strangely fast. Freddie wasn't nice, but he always seemed...different around Addison. Was Addison his RJ? Pickle blinked those large eyes, tilting her head slightly to the side watching Freddie breathe in and take in the scent of the fresh things in the basket.

She wanted to chirp forward excitedly that there were breads, cookies, and cupcakes in that basket. But it was Addison's game, she had to make Freddie believe. So, Pickle remaine quiet. Her fingers left her leggings, but they went up to her lips, her nails brushing over her lips idly, her other hand grasping her sleeve. Freddie definitely was different around Addison. Pickle's eyes flickered over to her friend curiously, before slowly sliding back to Freddie as he addressed her. She dropped her fingers from her mouth, and waved her slender hand.

Pickle caught the change in his expression while her hands dropped back into her lap. Oh, he was a smooth operator. If that was RJ instead of Addison, the teasing would have been on like Donkey Kong. But because it was Addison, he seemed to pretending to be civil. Pickle knew better than that, though. "Hiya, Freddie." Pickle lowered her eyes a bit, and tugged at a few strands of her blonde hair. This was going to be so great. She was going to love to see one of them eat the food she made. The faces he made when he ate them, and the face he made afterwards when he realized it was none other than Pickle who baked them.

Amused Pickle was amused.

Tags: Addison / Dani / Freddie / Scout / Pickle / Olley
Notes: OOOH. HE GONNA GEDDIT.
Outfit: Mismatched.
Song: In The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

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[ADDISON ROWE]

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Pickle seemed quite pleased and Addison was so glad to see the girl smiling. It was much better than last night when she'd been crying for so long. It just reminded Addison why they were doing this and her determination -- as if not high enough already -- shot through the roof. "And knowing is half the battle.

" Addison quoted. She wished suddenly that she had her phone with her, or a camera at least. It would be priceless to get his expression on film or in picture.

Addison laughed. "Oh, I hope he doesn't. That'd be a bit much.[/color]" Maybe he'd even shrug and take some more of the baked goods. In Addison's opinion, it didn't really matter who the cook was, just as long as the food was delicious. Then again, this time around, it was Pickle and she deserved to have the attention that her food would bring. Entering the common room, Addison focused on calming down. She couldn't come off as amused or smug and she had to control her anger (which definitely wasn't as bad as it had been).

Addison took the basket from Pickle as the girl went to sit down, holding onto it with both hands. She paced back and forth, handling the basket carefully. Pickle seemed to be fidgeting a lot, her fingers dancing everywhere, and Addison gave her a look that said calm down. The door opened not a moment later and Addison turned to see that Freddie had arrived. She smiled at him, completely ready to do this.

"Mhm,[/color]" Addison nodded, raising the basket up a bit. It hadn't taken long for his stomach to grumble loudly. Her eyebrows shot up and she laughed a bit. "Perfect timing, too, it would seem.[/color]" Even better! He was starving. Which meant he would probably most definitely scarf down more baked goods than they'd planned before she and Pickle even said anything.

She almost noticed his smirk-turned-smiled upon greeting Pickle for she'd turned her attention to opening the basket. Figuring this would be much easier if she weren't standing, Addison moved to sit beside Pickle on the couch. "Come, sit,[/color]" she told Freddie, patting the spot next to her. "I've got cupcakes and cookies and bread.[/color]"

Addison peeked up at Freddie, waiting for him to choose something. She personally had a preference for the cookies -- cupcake frosting tended to be too sweet for her. His hair was touseled and she could tell he'd showered recently. For a strange moment, she wanted to run her hands through it but that urge passed as quickly as it'd come.

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notes; when i write posts in notepad, they tend to get rambly.
outfit; lol matching is for losers
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[FREDDIE FOSTER]

As unexpected as this whole thing was, Freddie couldn’t deny he was pleased. Of course, he’d known it all along. Addison liked him. She had to. How couldn’t you? He was smart (not as smart as her, maybe, but they were in all the same level classes) and funny (so what if she never laughed at a word he said?) and charming (she was just pretending to scowl, obviously) and well, everyone else liked him. It was about time she started making excuses to get him to come see her. Luring him downstairs with food. Ha! Freddie saw right through Addison Rowe; right though her simple little smile and the delicious smell wafting up from that basket, and he most certainly saw through the fact that Pickle was loitering about with her. He’d play along, though. For now. Plus, he really was hungry.

“Jesus, that smells good…” he took another deep breath and his stomach protested yet again, albeit more quietly. Offering Addison another small smile, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, guess so.”

A little more eagerly than he’d ever care to admit, Freddie took a seat beside Addison, taking next to no notice of Pickle as he did so. She was just an obstacle, after all. Addison had clearly done something for him here, and Pickle was just along as…moral support, or whatever it was girls called it when random friends did things that didn’t need to be done with friends. Like meet up with boys. Jesus, he hated third wheels. Having never been one, Freddie couldn’t quite understand the point of them at all, and found them to be bothersome, obnoxious things best kept as far away from the actual dates as possible.

Not that this was a date.

He didn’t do dates. And this…well, it was nowhere near one, anyhow. It was a…summons. Yes, that was it. Addison had summoned him to present a token of her affections under the guise of food. Maybe she’d ask if he wanted hang out, once he’d eaten a few and complimented her. Maybe he’d tell her no. Leave her hanging, like she tended to do. As if. Knowing Addison, doing that would only mean she’d never ask again, and although Freddie typically couldn’t care less about such things, there was something about Addison Rowe which made his stomach knot in a slight, but not entirely uncomfortable way.

“Can I have one?” he nodded at the basket once he’d settled himself into the couch, seated just close enough to Addison to not be uncomfortable given what space was left. Why couldn’t Pickle be a fatass? It’d give them infinitely less space to be together in. Without saying “please,” Freddie extended a hand towards the cupcakes, waiting for Addison’s approval before diving in. Just once, maybe it’d do to hesitate. Addison liked the whole manners thing, if he remembered correctly.

[PICKLE ABREY]

If only Freddie new. Pickle did a rather good job of tugging her hair across her face to disguise the smile that was desperately trying to worm its way onto her face. Her eyes tore away from Freddie as she looked up at Addison. The moment she looked at the other girl, Pickle felt warm. Just a little bit stronger. Addison was without a doubt her best friend. She was kind, and thoughtful, and always went above and beyond. She was Pickle's protector, shutting down anyone that made fun of Pickle. Especially the boy on the other end of the couch. Oh, if he only knew.

Since that particualr boy hadn't specified exactly who he was talking to, Pickle butted in. Normally, she would have remained quiet. But if she could antagonize the boy just enough to make revenge that much sweeter. How long would Pickle wait before bursting forth and throwing it in Freddie's face? It was already wonderful enough that he had admitted that they smelled good, and all but tried to inhale the treats as he breathed. "Sure! They're really good." Pickle responded to Freddie with a grin, pulling her knees up so the heels of her feet rested on the edge of the couch. She wrapped her arms around her skinny legs, and put her cheek on her knees.

The Louisiana girl smiled in that friendly way that she offered to everyone. She was still exhausted, up most of the night baking with Addison. But this was entirely worth it. Her fingers fussed with her rainbow socks, desperately trying to mount the growing anxiety that was making her want to tremble. She was lucky that she had friends like Addison, and with her help Freddie Foster was going to eat his stupid words. "How have you been, Fredrick?" She asked curiously, using his full name. Pickle was a fan of using full names, however when it came to Freddie, she usually did call him by his nickname. Now...when she wanted to get a rise out of him, or get him irritated--she used his full name with an innocent lily.

He was egotistical enough that it appeared that he didn't catch on to what Pickle was doing. She could be sneaky, and not as downright mean--but she was slick. And quickly, she was finding ways to poke Freddie in just the right ways to really get his knickers in a twist. Addison wouldn't correct her, or have them stop bickering. If anything, despite the smile and the way she was looking at Freddie--Addison was on her side with this one. And when the demure storyteller was in your corner, absolutely nothing could go wrong. Especially when the opponent was one Freddie Foster.

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Tags: Addison / Dani / Freddie / Scout / Pickle / Olley
Notes: This is gonna be fun.
Outfit: Mismatched.
Song: In The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

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[ADDISON ROWE]

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Addison dipped her head in a silent thank you, not trusting herself to actually say anything. It was really on the tip of her tongue, that it would be nearly impossible for Addison to have done all of this on her own. That it was really Pickle’s baking, and her ingredients, and her treats. She really just wanted Pickle to have all the credit for the delicious baked goods, but she knew it couldn’t happen until after Freddie had tried some of them on his own. And he would do no such thing if she went and ruined it all right now. Still, she wanted to get back at him so badly right now she very nearly had enough anger to shove a cupcake down his throat if it came to that. (Which, we all know Addison Rowe would never do, but that just goes to show how protective over her friends she really is).

Without much room between them on the couch, Addison held the basket in her lap with one hand, carefully opening it with the other. She peered inside for a moment, wondering what Freddie would like best first. “Of course you can,

” she mumbled offhandedly, shortly after Pickle’s permission as well. It really was all about her, this whole sneaky little plan. And how exciting was this, anyway? Addison really could not wait for the look on his face. It may have been that she never was… well, this sneaky. There seemed to be something about it that she really liked. “Oh, I just can’t decide which is yummiest. They really are just scrumptious. See, look at me, using a word like scrumptious.[/color]” She laughed, almost to herself, “can’t go wrong with an adjective like that.[/color]”

Finally deciding that one can never go astray with chocolate chip cookies, she picked two out of the container in the basket, keeping it safely tucked into a napkin. Her hands were certainly clean, but for all she knew Freddie was the sort who didn’t like people touching their food before they ate (she doubted it, but you can’t be too safe). Setting the basket down on the floor so there was no chance of dropping it, Addison pivoted and faced Freddie, placing the cookie in his waiting hand. How… polite of him? It wasn’t something she’d expect of Fredrick Foster, anyway. It was… different, she supposed. Nice. Yes, nice was the word she was looking for. “Go ahead, then. And do be completely honest. I’ve got to know if they need improvement if I’m to get any better at baking.[/color]”

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notes; well this only took 8 years
outfit; lol matching is for losers
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