Hey people of fanfiction! =)
I know, I know. I'm terrible for not updating any of my other stories, but I'm a bit stuck with them. So, I shall write random one-shots until my head clears of writers block.
This is fairly random, so.. Enjoy!
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The Great Taco Eating Contest.
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Every year, for the past 4 years, Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson had a contest. A seceret contest. On the 3rd of January, the pair met up in the local park, loaded down with..
Well, tacos.
Yup- to celebrate their first kiss, Sam and Freddie had a Great Taco Eating Contest.
Neither of them really knew why, but it just seemed right- a weird and wacky idea, for a weird and wacky pair of friends.
"I'm so winning this year Puckett." Freddie laughed, flopping down on the picnic blanket next to Sam.
"Oh really?" Sam smirked. "Cause mama's got her game face on!"
Oh yes. Sam's ever famous game face. It changed depending on what her game happened to be. Food in general however, had the same game face.
The 'I'm ready to stuff my face punk!' game face.
And Freddie loved all her game face's. Honestly, he just loved her face.
"Well, if you're so confident, why don't we raise the stakes?" Freddie said.
"I'm listening Fredducini." Sam muttered, unpacking boxes of and bags of tacos. Her record so far was 87. Freddie's was only 67.
Well, fair enough, Sam had eaten most of the tacos before Freddie could continue- but Sam was positive Freddork couldn't have eaten anymore. Mama Benson might worry that his blood pressure went up from all the eating or something.
Not that Mrs Benson, or anyone else for that matter knew about her and Freddie's little tradition.
"Since its five years since.. You know.." Freddie fumbled, turning a bit pink around the edges.
"Since we kissed?" Sam finished for him, suppressing a laugh.
Freddie nodded. "Whoever losses, has to kiss the winner."
Sam looked him. "Isn't that a.." she began, stopping before she could finish. To her, it was a win-win situation, but she couldn't admit it. After six or so years of pretending she didn't like Freddie in THAT way, it was a little hard to get out of the habit.
"A lose-lose situation? I mean, if by any miracle I lost, I'd have to live with the shame of losing to a dork-" Sam smirked.
"Hey!" Freddie said indignatly.
"I'd have to kiss a dork?" she finished.
"Well, you've done it before."
"Your point Dorkward?" Sam said, raising an eyebrow.
"We could go right back to hating each other after." Freddie smiled, using a line he knew all to well.
"Hmm.." Sam muttered, pretending to be deep in thought. "You're on Dorkerina!"
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150 tacos later- 75 to Sam, 75 to Freddie- The pair wiped the last of the crumbs from their fingers, stuffed to the brim with taco-y goodness.
"Well, its a draw then." Freddie said. "Hows that going to work?"
Sam sat a little closer to him.
"I guess it's two kisses then.."
Freddie swallowed. Two kisses? With that as a prize, he could live with not beating Sam for the fifth year in a row.
"Well, lean!" Sam ordered.
Freddie rolled his eyes. Sam never changed. She was the same had she had been five years ago, on his cold fire escape.
He leaned forward, and felt the same butterflies he had felt all those years ago.
Two kisses later, Freddie leaned in for a third.
"Ah ah ah Freddork. Two was the deal." Sam said, wagging her finger. "Maybe next year, we'll raise the stakes."
And with that, she walked away, full of tacos and happiness.
Freddie leaned back on the grass, closing his eyes against the early January glare.
The Great Taco Eating Contest had just gotten greater.
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