A/N – This is dedicated to Lost-Trust, because I think she needs to smile. Based off a true-life experience – I got a flu shot and it was murder. I didn't even have someone to comfort me.
Disclaimer – Not mine. I own nothing. Not even a little bit. Just don't need it in my life.
"Hon, it's just a flu shot. You're not going to go into some sort of fit."
"Yes I am. I hate shots."
"Shar, you're being irrational."
"Screw you."
"Sharpay Renee Evans, I just said that you're being irrational. How the hell is that reason to tell me 'screw you'?"
"Screw you."
"Sharpay! Just get that stupid flu shot."
"Ha, you said it's stupid. Henceforth I don't have to do it."
"Sharpay!"
"No. I refuse."
"Even RYAN is getting one."
"So. My brother has more abilities to handle shots then me. I'll just go commit suicide."
"Sharpay. Evans," Taylor said through her teeth, "You. Are. Getting. Your. Effing. Flu. Shot. And. You. Will. Like. It. I. Will. Not. Have. A. Sick. Girlfriend."
"Will you kiss me after?" Sharpay whispered.
"Sure, hon, I'll kiss you," Taylor said childishly.
"Twice?" Sharpay asked.
"Yes, Shar, I'll kiss you twice. On the lips."
"Thrice?"
"Sure, Shar, I'll kiss you three times."
"With tongue?"
"You drive a hard bargain. Fine."
"Yay! Okay, where's the nurse?" Sharpay exclaimed happily.
Taylor sighed and took Sharpay to the nurse's office to get the… er, shots. Afterwords, Taylor pretended to have forgotten about the deal she'd made, but Sharpay made sure she kept her side of the deal.
So, from that Taylor learned that the one thing she needed to do to get her girlfriend to do anything was to kiss her.
That could be interesting…
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