Fog
"We probably made a wrong turn somewhere," Freddie said, slowly driving his car through the thick fog. "I don't see that restaurant Carly was talking about anywhere."
"Which is why I should've driven," Sam said, exasperated. "You're too much of a nub to know how to get anywhere."
"It's not my fault! This stupid fog is impossible to see through!"
"Whatever," she snapped. "All I know is that I'm starving and I don't see anything around to eat for miles. Well, except you, that is."
"Look, I'll just pull over and call Carly," Freddie decided. "But you know, we wouldn't be in this situation if somebody didn't spill gravy all over my GPS last weekend!"
"Well if you didn't drive so badly I wouldn't have-"
"Ah!" Freddie cried in frustration, looking at her pear phone. "No service. Great."
"Fantastic," Sam sighed. "Now all we need is for our car to-"
As if planned, Freddie's car gave a loud wail, and the engine stopped.
"You've got to be kidding me," Freddie exclaimed, unbuckling his seatbelt to go look under the hood.
"You know," Sam said, also walking over to the hood of the car. "This happens in a lot of horror movies. Foggy day, no phone service, abandoned road, car breaks down. Pretty soon a stranger will come and offer to give us a ride, but will wind up slashing our throats."
"Thanks for that," Freddie said, rolling his eyes, but feeling a tiny bit frightened at the same time. He lifted up the hood.
"Do you even know the first thing about a car engine?"
"I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to look like this," he said. "Looks like it overheated or something."
"Wow, count on Freddie's car to fail us."
"Hey, you're the one that drove it yesterday."
"That was Carly you idiot!"
"I-oh. Well, look; we might as well try to find a phone. Come on, let's walk up the road and see what's there."
"Walk? Benson, all I can say is you better buy me a steak dinner when we get back to civilization."
The two walked down the road, hoping to see a store or at least another car, but they found none.
"We've been walking for forever!" Sam moaned.
"Sam, it's been ten minutes."
"Well, ten minutes with you seems like forever."
The two stopped. The road had ended, and they were standing at the edge of a low, rocky hillside, that was over looking a beach. And a short ways up the beach, there was a-
"A lifeguard station!" Freddie said happily, spotting the small building. "Yes! We're saved!"
"Maybe they have Fat Cakes!" Sam said hopefully. They began to climb down the rocks to get to the beach. About halfway down, though, Sam's shoe got caught between two rocks, and she slipped.
"Are you okay?" Freddie asked, turning to see the blonde on the ground, her hand holding her ankle in pain.
"No! I think I broke it," she said. Freddie could tell she was trying not to cry.
"You're knee's bleeding," Freddie said. He took off his jacket and wiped off some of the blood. Then he stood up and extended a hand to Sam. "Come on," he said. "Let me help you up, and then I'll carry you on my back to the lifeguard station."
Sam must've been in some real pain, because she didn't even make any snide remark about him being to wimpy and dorky to carry her. She simply nodded and took Freddie's hand. He eased her up, and then gingerly lifted her onto his back. Thankfully there wasn't much further to travel down the rocks. Freddie managed to get him and Sam to the lifeguard station in about ten minutes.
There were two lifeguard's on duty. One helped Sam into a chair and got both teens some water while the other went to go radio for a tow truck for the car and an ambulance for Sam, so she could get her ankle fixed up.
"Mighty lucky your friend was there," the lifeguard said to Sam as he placed a bag of ice on her swollen ankle. "Could've been hours before anybody saw you."
"Yeah, real lucky," Sam said. "Do you have anything to eat in this place?"
"Let me go check."
Once the two were alone, Sam looked over at Freddie, who had a smug grin on his face.
"Looks like somebody owes somebody a thank you."
"You owe me that steak dinner for making me walk and break my ankle," Sam pointed out. Freddie rolled his eyes.
"But thanks," she said, showing a small smile. "For about ten minutes of your life, I guess you weren't that big of a nub."
