Hello, everyone. Seddie one-shot coming at you! I know, this is the crappiest story on all of FF . net, but I posted it anyway! DON'T HATE ME!
Sam lay sprawled across the Shays' couch, Fat Cake and Peppy-Cola in hand. Freddie sat near her feet on the miniscule amount of couch-space available, careful not to touch the unpredictable menace. The two were watching Girly Cow, waiting for Carly to return from upstairs; she was taking a quick shower.
Sam, always game for a prank, relaxed and slowly allowed her eyelids to droop. Before long, she was (fake) snoring lightly, hoping Freddie would buy it (but not praying too hard; the boy had believed it when she said it was Clown Day, for God's sakes!). She planned to scare the crap out of Freddie and soak him with soda by "waking up" suddenly. After a moment, she felt the boy shift and felt his Altoid-scented breath tickle her cheek.
Whoa . . . she thought. Getting kinda close there, nub. Then, just as she was about to incite the plan, the warmth and the scent of him disappeared. She heard him leave the room, then, moments later, return. Willing herself to not open her eyes, she wondered desperately what he was doing. Suddenly, she felt the thick, heavy fabric of a blanket being draped over her still frame.
When he sat back down by her sneakers, she realized her prank would not work. She let her guard down and began to drift off, but was reawakened by slight, damp, warm pressure on her forehead.
Sam's eyes flung open, and she found herself staring at Freddie's chin. This confused her for a moment, but then she knew what was happening; knowing this only made her panic. Freddie was . . . kissing her . . . on the forehead! It was such a simple, caring gesture that she began to feel disoriented.
When Freddie, pulled away, Sam's eyes were still wide with shock. When he saw this, his deep cinnamon eyes mirrored the look in her sapphires.
Without knowing or caring what was going on, Sam leaned up and pecked Freddie on the cheek. Then she dumped Peppy-Cola over his head.