iTold you not to lick the stupid swingset!
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Okay, this is a one-shot I came up with when watching iReunite with Missy and Sam says she's sicker than the time she licked the swing, so here's a Seddie-ish version of her licking the swing in Freddie's point of view. :) Btw, What do y'all think about the iOMG trailer? Seddie much? :O
"Sam!" I warned. "Do NOT lick that swing!"
"You're not the boss of me!" She disagreed and stuck her pink tongue out and glided it across the seat of the swing.
"Ew! Sam! That's disgusting!" I told her.
"Whatever." She answered in a bored tone.
The next day, I walked over to Carly's apartment. (Which wasn't much of a walk), only to find a yellow-faced Sam curled up on the Shay's couch. She had a sheet of sweat covering her paled face, and her hair was a mess, hanging loose around her.
"Sam?" I asked.
"What-?" She asked before coughing and gagging cut her off.
"Sam, what's wrong with you? And where's Carly?" I asked.
"She's visiting her grandpa with Spence." She managed to choke out before retching in to the trashcan next to her.
"Why are you here? And how did you get sick?"
"I must have caught germs from that stupid swing you made me lick!"
"Sam I told you not to lick the stupid swing! – But why are you here?"
"Whether I'm here or at home, I'm still alone and at least here there's cable!"
"Well…" I hesitated. "You should come over to my house, my mom's out, and maybe I can get you some pepto bismol or something…" I countered. She looked as if she was deliberating but then decided she was too sick to care.
'''Kay," She agreed. "But you have got to carry me over there." I opened my mouth to disagree but she looked so sick I shut up and helped her up. Once she was standing I put my hands under her armpits and pulled her in to my arms like a small child. I wrapped one of my arms around her thin waist and held the other across her thighs. Considering she is only a head smaller than me, I struggled to get her across the hallway and to my couch, but I managed it and set her down on it, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Very." She said, although, she didn't look it.
She covered her flat stomach with her pale hands. She shot up suddenly and ran to my room. I ran after her. She was knelt by the toilet in the bathroom connected to my room. She started hurling up what appeared to be her breakfast. I sighed and knelt beside her holding her hair back for her, I awkwardly rubbed her upper-back trying to soothe her. She just continued puking her guts out. Why me? Why am I so nice? Why am I the one left with a sick girl in my house and puke all over my toilet seat and a bathroom that stinks of Sam's regurgitated breakfast. Why not anyone else?
She sat up and whimpered. "Owiiieeeeeeee."
She groaned holding her stomach. I bit my lip to hold back the smile at Sam saying, 'owie'. I helped her up and half carried, half dragged her to my bed. I lay there with her for a while in silence.
"I feel better," She said a while later. "Thanks Freddie."
"For what?" I asked. I was surprised she was calling me, 'Freddie', never mind the fact she was thanking me!
"For looking after me." She smiled.
"It's okay Sam, I know we fight, but you're my friend."
She smiled, then quickly and awkwardly she pressed her lips to my hise my blush I laughed and I crinkled my nose. "You smell like sick." I joked.
"You look like sick." She retaliated. Same old Sam.