Bubbles.
Here sat two sworn enemies, in a park.
And guess who these sworn enemies are?
Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson.
And what were these sworn enemies doing?
Blowing bubbles.
Sam sat on the grass beside Freddie with a smile that couldn't go any wider. If you seen Freddie's face you'd say he was the same.
Where was Ms Carly Shay may you ask?
They don't know.
Nor do they care.
As the bubbles popped. The laughs from the two grew louder. One every so often Freddie would dab his 'blowing bubble stick' in Sam's nose. She would smile and dab back. She was being far from the Sam Puckett he knew but he like this quiet version, it was peaceful.
They would get sudden out bursts and blow loads and loads of bubbles and watch them pop and some even land on there noses.
One bubble how ever strays towards their free hands, which lay on the grass. They don't realise how close their hands are.
Sam spots the bubble. It floats down and down and down till it lands on Freddie's hand. Sam lightly taps the bubble. She lets her hand drop on his. He glances at her. They both smile, and lightly hold hands.
They sat in peace that evening, holding hands, to others the looked like friends, to them it meant more.
If you were to ask Sam and Freddie what brought the to be a couple, the would reply on word.
Bubbles.