Alright, just a quick warning: This is so fluffy and sappy it might cause a gag-reflex.

Basically: I was bored and figured I'd write something to kill time. I had no plot planned - I just figured: Hmm, what random thing would Sam say that would cause a certain reaction from Freddie? And it kind of spun out into this, err, Drabble-like thingie.

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"Oh, just grow a pair!"

Sam Puckett was without a doubt the must frustrating person he had ever met. In fact, he was quite positive that she was simply the most frustrating person ever. In her eyes, he couldn't do a single thing right. She asks him to make her a sandwich and when he does, she gets angry at him for putting the wrong toppings on it or using the wrong bread. One time, they hadn't spoken for an entire day because he had used the wrong brand of mustard!

Or the time when he refused to accompany her to some meat exhibit. His reasoning was logical: that day's gym class had completely worn him out. Sam wouldn't just leave it at that, of course. It was completely unfair.

Ever since they'd gotten back together (they just couldn't stay away - it was physically painful to be apart) they had gotten much closer and more affectionate (and also more passionate), but their fights also got worse and more frequent.

Her comment had offended him. Sure, Sam managed to insult his manliness on a daily basis, but today, this time, in this context, he couldn't help but feel fed up.

"Fine! If you become a girl." There. He'd said it.

He knew what he said was low. Like, real low. He, of all people, knew how insecure Sam got about this topic. Behind the steel, electric walls and the big scary dogs that guarded it, she had a fragile heart.

He saw the hurt look on her face and just wanted to punch himself, before jumping off a bridge. He immediately started apologizing like crazy - rambling like the idiot he was. He told her he really didn't thing that - that she was absolutely perfect the way she was.

Another frustrating thing about Sam Puckett - if you hurt her, you could never know for sure what her next move would be. Would she beat you to a pulp? Run off in order to hide the tears that threatened to spill? Would she give you the silent treatment for a whole torturous month? Of all the things to expect, she did none.

Freddie was dumb-struck when all she did was roll her eyes.

"Apologies accepted. Now come 'ere and kiss me, nub."

He did as told, the familiar combination of a tingle, a shiver and an electric shock shooting over his spine as their lips met. He could never get over the softness of her lips, or their taste, or how warm and fuzzy they made him feel.

"I love you." He told her when they parted for air. His favorite grin - the one she reserved for only him, spread over her face as she said,

"Love you too, Freddork. Not make me a sammich."

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Ohmygosh. Pleaaaase don't hate me for the predictability of the sickeningly sweet fluff this story turned into. Reviews would be appreciated and rewarded with an imaginary Popsicle in your favorite flavor! Tell me if this was terrible/meh/okay/epically awesome.

... I seriously doubt anyone will answer with that last one. ;)

~UnlessIt'sEvil