Turnip
"I wonder where Carly and Spencer are," Sam yawned, her head resting on her boyfriend, Freddie's, shoulder.
"I know, they've been at their dad's friend's house for hours," Freddie nodded.
"Oh well," Sam shrugged.
"Yup," Freddie said, smiling down at her. "But more time for us to do this." He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, which she gladly returned.
Just then there was a loud clash of thunder.
"Man, it's really pouring out there," Sam commented, pulling away.
"It's supposed to be like this for the rest of the day," Freddie said. "I hope my mom will be able to get home from work alright. Otherwise she's going to have to stay overnight at the nurse's lounge."
"Gee, wouldn't that be a real tragedy," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Ha, ha," Freddie said as Sam's phone dinged.
"Carly just texted me," Sam said, looking down at her screen. "The roads are starting to get flooded so her and Spencer are just going to crash at their dad's friend's place."
"Whoa, she's right," Freddie said, getting up and looking out the windows of the Shay's apartment. "You can barely see the streets under all that water!"
"Which means that it looks like I'm not going to be getting home," Sam said. "Well, that's a good excuse for me to crash over here. My mom's been home all week using this new sewing machine her boyfriend got her to sew her own bikinis."
Freddie shuddered. "Who in their right mind would give your mom a way to get more bikinis?"
"Who knows," Sam said, shaking her head. "Anyway, I'm hungry. I'm guessing I can't get a pizza delivered in this?"
"Baby, unless you can find someone willing to swim it over, looks like you're out of luck," Freddie said. "But my mom has some baked turnip casserole over at our place. I can get you some of that if you want?"
"I don't think I'll ever be that hungry," Sam said.
"It's pretty good," Freddie defended. "But if you're sure, try and find something here. I'll run across the hall and get myself some of –aw man!"
"What?" Sam frowned.
"I left my key on my dresser this morning," Freddie explained. "And since it doesn't look like my mom's going to be back anytime soon, I'm locked out."
"Aw, poor Frednub," Sam teased.
"That just means you're stuck with me here," Freddie said playfully.
"Eh, I guess I can deal with that," Sam grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him.
As the storm raged on outside, the power in Bushwell Plaza eventually went out, so Sam and Freddie gathered as many candles they could find.
"I'm surprised Carly actually keeps this many candles around this place, considering Spencer's track record with fire," Freddie commented as he lit the last of the candles on the coffee table.
"That dude could set anything on fire," Sam said, yawning.
"You tired?" Freddie asked as the couple settled down onto the couch.
"A little," Sam nodded.
"Me too," Freddie said. "So why don't we get some sleep. We can make a little bed out of those pillows over there."
"That sounds like effort, you can do that, Benson," Sam said, tossing her boyfriend some of the pillows.
Freddie shook his head in amusement as he began to pile up the pillows. In a few minutes he had created a sort of makeshift bed for him and Sam.
"Not bad," Sam commented as she lay down.
"Well when your mom makes you play with pillows instead of blocks as a kid, you get pretty good at this sort of thing," Freddie said, laying down next to Sam and covering the both of them with a blanket.
"That's really pathetic, baby," Sam commented sleepily as Freddie wrapped his arms around her, giving her a long kiss.
"I love you," Freddie whispered in her ear.
"I love you too," Sam said, snuggling closer to him. "Hey, you realize this is our first sleepover?"
"I guess it is," Freddie smiled.
Sam rolled over so she was facing him. "I guess both of us getting stranded here worked out pretty nicely for us, huh?"
"I'd say," Freddie nodded. He kissed Sam gently on her lips. "Night baby."
"Night nub," Sam yawned as her eyes closed.
