Hey so this is a quick one-shot about why Sam likes the colour brown. Yes, meatballs, gravy and all that chiz but I have another idea… read to find out.
Samantha Puckett.
How would you describe her? I would say vicious, bully, annoying but I'm definitely sure she has a caring side to her. Well, let's have a look…
~Sam~
"Oh Sam let's do this one!" Carly exclaimed shoving one of her girly magazines into my face. I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Fine,"
"Okay what's your favourite food?" Carly asked. Oh dear lord this would take a while... okay…
"Uh… Ham," I said. That was the first thing to appear in my head.
"Favourite weather?"
"Uh, sun,"
"Favourite colour?"
"Definitely Brown…" I said. Why? Okay well first off, meatballs, gravy and a lot of other meats are brown in colour. But then there's this one boy… He's got brown eyes… they're so beautiful.
"Why brown?" Carly asked, her perfect face tilted to one side leaning on the bead post of her bed.
"I don't know…" I lied. "I guess it's just because most meats are brown when cooked." I improvised.
"Sam, I'm sure that there's more… Come on tell me!" Carly said smiling. "Please," Oh no… puppy face… Avoid the eyes, avoid the eyes…
"Uh… no reason…" I lied once more…
"I know there is…" She pressured.
"Carly…" I warned.
"What, I only wanna know why you like brown…" She teased.
"Well… there's this boy I like in school… I would tell you but nah," I smirked.
"Awe Sam!" Carly whined.
"Nope,"
Carly gave me puppy dog face.
"Okay fine the person is…"
The door knocked and someone entered. Brown eyes and brown hair.
Freddie Benson.