Freddie's POV

I laid on my couch as I flipped through the channels. There wasn't much to do, considering I had strep. At least I didn't have my mom pestering me constantly with medicine and chiz. I still got to do what I wanted, for the most part. I didn't change out of PJ's; I stayed in boxers and a sloppy T-shirt while munching on cereal. Yup, I was having a ball--not!

When the doorbell rang it surprised me. Who would visit me? Carly and Spencer where in Yakima and Mom would be able to just walk straight in. I set my cereal bowl down and walked up to the door. Thankfully we have one of those peepholes so I could check if it was a freakish hobo and not Carly or something. I placed my eye up to it and saw blonde curls attached to a melancholy face—Sam Puckett.

I stumbled as I moved away from the door. Sam was here?! What the heck?! I never thought Sam would ever visit me. Ever. I backed away from the door when the doorbell rang again.

"Er, nobody's home!" I called in a high-pitched voice.

"Just open the door, nub!" came Sam's voice. I sighed in defeat. I reached for the doorknob when I looked down and remembered: I was in my freakin' pajamas! I raced to my room where I hurriedly put on my khakis and Pudding Patrol shirt. Then I hurried back to the door and yanked it open. Sam stood there, looking sour, and I wondered why she would waste her time here.

"Hey, Freducation." she greeted me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, like I always do for her.

"What're you doing here?" I asked hoarsely, for my throat hurt.

"Carly asked me to visit you so you're not lonely." she answered, "Just don't get too close to me. I don't want to catch your strep throat." Well, that was reasonable enough, Sam or no Sam. I told her to take a seat.

"No way, Freddo." she said, to which I lifted my eyebrows in surprise, "I promised Carls I'd take care of you. So…go ahead, do whatever sick people do and I'll be your nurse."

"Uh…okay." I said, shrugging. Wow, that was odd. Oh well, I have a free nurse. I plopped down on the couch and immediately started coughing. It hurt my throat and I moaned as I did so. I felt a hand on my back and it patted me. I stopped coughing after awhile and turned to see Sam.

"Y'all right, Fredbag?" she asked. I nodded. She pursed her lips in thought and said "Did you take your medicine yet?" I shook my head. Personally I hated penicillin. I wasn't allergic—it just made me gag, like it would any normal person. And the thick, pink liquid only added to the disgust it caused.

Sam whipped around to the kitchen, and then marched over to me with a teaspoon of penicillin in her hand. I covered my mouth and she glared at me.

"Come one, Freddork, take it and be a man." she said. I shook my head behind the hand. No way was Sam Puckett going to get me to take medicine. She grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me into her grip. I kept my hand on my mouth as I struggled to get away. She held the teaspoon and attempted to squeeze it through my fingers but my wiggling was making it hard. Finally she yanked away from me and I sat upright, my feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Ha ha, take that!" I said from behind my hand shield. She looked at my sneaker and raised her foot. What was she—?

Suddenly her foot came down on mine and pain shot through my leg. My eyes widened and I through my arms up into the air as I screamed. The spoon that held my medicine went into mouth and I choked on the bad taste. It traveled down my throat and I coughed horribly. I grimaced and glowered at the blonde-headed demon, who was smiling in success.

"There, now that wasn't so bad." she laughed. I scowled heavily at her. "Go change into sweat pants, they'll be more comfortable." she said. Uh, odd much? But I did what she said and changed into sweats. When I reentered the living room there was a delicious aroma from the kitchen. I saw Sam hunched over the stove and an opened can of Progresso chicken noodle soup was beside her. When she noticed me she gestured to the couch.

"All yours, Fredwich." she said, smirking. I sat on the couch and realized my favorite movie of all time—Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone—was in the DVD player and the remote was right next to me. Happily, I clicked Play.

Sam brought the soup over to me and I hungrily dug my spoon in. I was about to swallow, when I remembered: this was Sam.

"You didn't poison this, did you?" I asked her, not a joking bone in my body.

"No." she said, "I ain't that mean." I shrugged and started eating again.

This was all so weird. Sam was taking care of me. She gave me my medicine—okay, so it was by force—put my favorite movie in the DVD player, and gave me non-poisoned soup. Did she actually care about me? I know Carly told her to help me, but she could've just lied and said she did, or sleep on my couch. Instead she was actually being nice and caring. It was the weirdest thing ever. But…it was nice.

I think this story's a little stupid. I have no ideas for it AT ALL. If you guys have an idea, please tell me! I need all the help I can get!