Don't do drugs, kids.

Sam's 'Special' Brownies

samxfreddie

Freddie opened Sam's front door and walked into her kitchen, calling her name. He had given up knocking months back, when they had starting dating, cause she was always lazy enough to just yell, 'Freddo, get in here! Door's open ya nub.'
'Sam?' He called, and he heard a clash. 'What happened?' He asked, skidding into the kitchen. He inhaled, and smelt... Brownies... Mmmm.
'Are those brownies I smell?' He smiled, and he looked around to see Sam nursing the tray that had fallen onto the floor.
'Were Brownies. You made me drop them.'
'No, they're okay, look they're all still on the tray.'
Sam looked worried, 'Yeah... But maybe we should throw them away just in case. Doesn't you mother have a crazy rhyme about this or something? I don't wanna get in trouble with crazy again-' She babbled, picking up the tray and rushing to the bin.
Freddie just gaped at her. Sam, wanting to throw away food? What was wrong with her?
She got to the bin, then stopped. She seemed to be considering something. She turned around, and said, 'But the Brownies aren't for you... Or me... They're for my...' She looked up, trying to think. 'Aunt.' She finally decided.
'No they're not, you never cook for anyone but yourself.' He said, confused and stern.
'Sam, what's going on?'
'Oh er... Waste not, want not?' She half asked, knowing the jig was up.
'Give me one good reason why you're not eating those brownies right now- Wait a minute... Can I smell... Sam, are those hash brownies?'
She looked at the floor, still holding the tray in her hands.
'Sam... You... You do drugs?'
'No! They're for somebody else!' She protested, chucking the brownies to the side and running over to him. 'I swear!'
'That's what everybody says.' He said coldly, stepping back from her. 'You do drugs. I don't even... Know you, Sam.'
'Freddie, I'm your girlfriend!' She burst into noisy tears. 'Don't break up with me cause of this! Max from the alley where I spray paint was nagging me to do some drugs, and I didn't want to, and, and I said I'd already done some, and he believed me and asked what I'd had... I said what first came into my head and it was hash brownies.' She paused for breath, to glance at Freddie. His face had softened, and he edged closer, nodding at her to go on.
'So he was all like 'cool, bring us some next week' and I didn't know what to do so I just made them and I wasn't going to eat them Freddie I swear I just didn't wanna-'
'I get it.' He soothed, pulling her into him, she was crying quietly on his chest. 'As long as you're not doing drugs. And Sam?'
She looked up at him from his chest.
'You're not going down that alley again. We'll find somewhere else for you to vandalise.'
Sam nodded and nuzzled back into his chest, he stroked her hair reassuringly.
'You don't wanna get mixed up with people and stuff like this Sammy... So you won't be needing these.' He pulled the tray from the side and dumped it into the garbage disposal. 'Okay?'
'Thanks, Freddo.' Sam whispered, calming down as he kissed her forehead gently.
'Any time, Princess Puckett.'


had that idea and idk i just had to write it, hope you enjoyeddddddd