This Is A Response To Ashlee Seddie's 100 word challenge. I really like these challenges because they get so creative so I thought I'd try one. I've got a month to make this so wish me luck and if I don't make it I'll continue writing it, but I guess I won't win. Ready? FIRST ONE SHOT:
Sam's POV
GRAVY! GRAVY! I NEEEED GRAVY!
I ran into Carly's apartment and ran to the fridge, ignoring Carly and Fredork's confused looks. I saw a gravy boat and drank the gravy deeply.
"Mmmmmmmm, momma needed that." I said putting the now empty boat on the counter and wiping my mouth on my sleeve.
Now, it was about 9:00 in the morning so I was lucky to even be up. Carly just shrugged off my sudden urge to run into her home for gravy and told us she was getting ready, and to wait here. I sat next to Fredbag on the couch. He looked at me oddly for a while until I snapped.
"What are you looking at nub?" I asked.
He still didn't snap outta it. After what felt like 10 minutes he finially came back to earth. He's alive! I thought sarcatically. I stood up and looked at Spencer's new scuplpture. Leave it to him to make something as crazy as a giant purple ostrich with golden eyes.(lol)
"Sam." Fredman said.
I turned around not really paying attention, thinking of suggesting Spencer to sculpt a giant slice of ham. Freddy dipped me right there and pressed his lips to mine. I was in shock and my body reacted absentmindedly, kissing him back. When he pulled away I heard him murmur something.
"mmmmm, gravy."