having been to his house, like, five times, you told freddie he could just come over to your apartment whenever he needed, since you'd met his mom. god, she was a pain. though, you didn't expect him to come over now. you were in the small living room, grumbling to yourself as you tried to fix some motorcycle you'd picked up at a junkyard. you had music blasting embarrassingly loud when you had head the door to the apartment open. your head turned to see freddie at the door, grinning at what you were doing as you paused the music. "hey, handsome." he said jokingly.