Overview

Freddie happily dried his hair as he stepped out of his shower and headed into his and Sam's shared bedroom.

Him and Sam had only been living together for a little over two weeks, but already Freddie knew this was the perfect arrangement for them. He absolutely loved having his girlfriend around all the time. He loved waking up next to her and seeing her blue eyes right before he went to bed every night. He loved never having to text her to tell her to come over anymore and not having to miss her after she would leave.

As Freddie grabbed a shirt from his closet (which was now much more crammed since Sam's entire wardrobe now hung there as well), he glanced over at the bed and saw that it was empty. Sam must've gotten up while he was in the bathroom.

He quickly threw his clothes on and headed out into the kitchen where his girlfriend was sitting at the table, still in her pajamas, picking at a bowl of cereal.

"Morning, baby!" Freddie said brightly, giving her a quick kiss before he walked over to the counter and switched on the coffee maker.

"God, could you be any louder?" Sam snapped.

Freddie frowned. "Um, sorry?"

"And this stupid cereal is disgusting!" Sam said, shoving the bowl away and getting to her feet. "Why do you buy the grossest chiz they have at the store?"

"I thought you liked that kind," Freddie said, a bit confused by Sam's behavior. "It has those little marshmallows."

"Well they're disgusting!" Sam said, heading to the fridge.

"Oh…um, there's bacon I bought yesterday," Freddie said. "Or I can make you some eggs. Or-"

"I don't want any of that!" Sam moaned.

"You don't want bacon?" Freddie said, shocked. "Wow, that's a first."

"What? I'm not allowed to not want bacon for once in my life?"

"No! I just-Well, what do you want?" Freddie said quickly.

"I don't know!" Sam exclaimed.

"You don't know?" Freddie repeated. "Okay…I'm going to have toast. Do you want me to make you some too? Or-"

"No! Jeez, Freddie! Not all of the word's problems can be solved by toast!" Sam yelled, slamming fridge door closed and storming out of the kitchen.

"Huh?" Freddie frowned. "Wait, Sam? Where are you going?"

"Back to bed!" Sam said over her shoulder. "Where nobody's going to annoy me with breakfast options!"

"I-what?" Freddie said as Sam retreated into the bedroom. "Okay…I'm so lost right now."

He followed Sam back into the bedroom and sat down at the foot of the bed. "Sam…you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

"Um…well, you-you seem a little-"

"A little what?" Sam demanded, narrowing her eyes.

"A little…upset about something," Freddie said reluctantly. "Is anything wrong?"

"No!"

"Alright," Freddie said quickly. "Just…If you need to talk-"

"Can you go?" Sam said. "I wanna get some more sleep. I-I don't feel well, okay?"

"Oh, you're sick?" Freddie said. "Well why didn't you just say so? What hurts? Your head? Your sinuses? You think you have a cold or the flu? Hmm…"

He felt her forehead. "Well you don't have a fever, but you are a little clammy-"

"Oh my God! Why are you still here?" Sam groaned.

"Why don't I bring you some orange juice and some cold medicine?" Freddie said. "I have this great stuff that can really get any bug out of you in twenty-four hours and have you right back up on your feet. You need some tissues too? Some more pillows? Extra blankets and-"

"I need for my nubby boyfriend to let me have some dang peace and quiet!" Sam snapped.

"I-Alright, alright," Freddie said. "But if you need anything, I'll be right out there in the living room-"

"Go!" Sam moaned. "Before I throw something at you!"

Freddie took that as his cue to leave, so he left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Man…did she ever wake up on the wrong side of the bed, Freddie thought to himself.

A few hours later, Freddie was sitting on the sofa, working on his laptop, when Sam came out of the bedroom, shuffling her feet as she came over to the couch and collapsing onto the cushions.

"Hey," Freddie smiled, closing his laptop. "You feeling any better?"

Sam didn't reply as she curled up and rested her head on the arm of the couch.

"Um…baby?"

"What?" Sam asked, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the couple's DVR.

"I-I made you some waffles," Freddie said cautiously. "You know, since you didn't eat breakfast."

"Oh, thanks," Sam said simply, though making no effort to get up and go into the kitchen. "Hey, where's that movie I recorded last week? The one with the dancing cat."

"Oh, I thought you watched it already," Freddie replied. "I deleted it."

"What?" Sam exclaimed, sitting up. "But I wanted to watch it again! I loved that movie! Why would you do that?"

"I-I'm sorry," Freddie said. "But I'm sure it will be on again and-"

"But that was my favorite movie!"

"You said it was just okay the first time you saw it, though," Freddie pointed out.

"But it was the best okayish movie I had ever seen!" Sam cried as she got up and headed into the kitchen where her plate of waffles was waiting for her.

"Sam, I'll re-record it for you," Freddie said.

"It won't be the same!" Sam snapped. "I can't believe you, Fredwad! That was the one thing that made me happy and you destroyed it!" She angrily picked up a bottle of chocolate syrup and proceeded to dump it onto her waffles.

"I wouldn't say I destroyed it," Freddie frowned. "I just-whoa."
"What?" Sam said coolly as she began to eat her waffles, which were now smothered in chocolate.

"Um, isn't that a lot of chocolate sauce for two waffles?" Freddie said.

As soon as he said it, Freddie knew it was probably the stupidest thing he had ever said.

"What? First you delete my movie, now you won't let me eat my waffles?" Sam frowned.

"Sorry, I was just making an observation-"

"Well how nice!" Sam said hotly. "I'm so glad you can make your observations about my waffles!"

"Baby, what's going on?" Freddie asked. "I mean all day so far you've been cranky and irritable and-"

"I am not cranky!" Sam yelled. "Or irritable!"
And with that she took her waffles and stomped off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

…..

Later that afternoon, Freddie stood in front of the closed bedroom door, armed with a smoothie in his hand as he took a deep breath and opened up.

"Sam?" he said softly.

"What?" Sam mumbled, slowly stirring in the bed.

"You're still asleep?" Freddie asked, concerned.

"No, I'm just laying around," Sam groaned.

"You sure you're not sick then?"

"Yes."

Freddie spotted a half-eaten chocolate bar laying on his pillow. "Um, Sam? I thought we agreed on a no-eating-in-bed rule. You know, after you left that sandwich in here and it attracted a bunch of ants and I got bit all over my-"

"Dude…"

"Okay, okay, I'm stopping," Freddie said quickly. "But, um, I brought you a smoothie. I thought it might cheer you up…not that you haven't been perfectly cheerful though! You have! You've been great! Peachy even!"

"Aw, you brought me a smoothie?" Sam smiled, and Freddie breathed a sigh of relief as he found that Sam didn't seem to be on a rampage at this moment.

"Yeah, Kiwi-Splat; your favorite," Freddie said.

"Thanks," Sam said, sitting up. As she did, though, she let out a small wince of pain.

Freddie frowned. "Um, Sam?" he said as she took the beverage. "Not-Not to upset you or anything, but are you absolutely positive you're okay? I mean you look a little pale, you've been in bed all day, the only real food you've eaten is chocolate, and it kind of seems like you're in pain."
Sam shook her head. "I'm not sick."

"Well…okay, I'm sorry, but I think we should maybe call a doctor," Freddie said.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I said I'm fine…why can't you just drop it?"

"Because you're being all-and you look-and you seem-"

"Oh, I get it!" Sam said, flaring up again, and Freddie instantly cursed his stupidity. "So because for one day I'm not running around doing stuff with you and because I'm wearing old pajamas all day and because I'm not amused with your nubby chiz today I must be sick and I need to be looked at by some doctor?"

"Um, well, I-"

"Maybe you're the one who needs to see a doctor!" Sam yelled. "Because maybe he could figure out why you're such a-a-nub!"

Okay, well…" Freddie said, scrambling to his feet and feeling very scared. "Um, I-I can see you need some 'alone time'. Why don't I just run out and give you some privacy?"

"Oh finally you do something that doesn't make me want to kill you!" Sam said, laying back down.

….

Freddie sat at the Groovy Smoothie, sipping his second smoothie of the day as he boredly played on his phone.

What is Sam's deal today? he thought to himself. I know she's never exactly been a basket of puppies, but this is a whole new level!

"Hey, Freddie!"

Freddie looked up and saw Carly walking over to his table.

"Oh hey Carls, what are you doing here?" Freddie said, glad to have some company.

"Just thought I'd grab a snack before I head over to Spencer's to help him make our Granddad's birthday sculpture," Carly explained. "What about you? Don't you and Sam usually hang out on Saturdays? Especially now that you live together."

"Sam, well she…she's gone crazy, Carly!" Freddie said.

"What? What do you mean?" Carly asked.

"I mean ever since she woke up this morning she's been a nut!" Freddie exclaimed. "She's yelling at me for every little thing; she's lying in bed moaning but she won't let me call a doctor, and she must've eaten every crumb of chocolate in the apartment! I don't know what's going on! I think she might actually bite off my thumb or something tonight! I'm telling you, she's-Okay…why are you laughing?"

"Because!" Carly chuckled. "You're such an oblivious boy."

"Um…huh?"

"Freddie, Sam hasn't gone crazy," Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"Well then why has she been acting like she is?" Freddie demanded.

"Okay," Carly sighed. "You remember that health class we took back in the ninth grade?"
"What? Yeah, but what's that got to do with anything?" Freddie frowned.

"Well, you remember that, er, disturbing slideshow they showed us that gave a very thorough overview of, um, the female anatomy?"

"I'm still not following, Carly," Freddie said.

"Ugh! How were you our valedictorian?" Carly said, exasperated. "Look, remember how you learned that there's this thing that all girls go through about once every thirty days? You know, that thing that made Gibby pass out when they began talking about it?"

"What thing?" Freddie asked, still confused. "I don't remember learning about any-Oh… You-You mean that thing?"

"There you go," Carly nodded. "See, sometimes when girls go through that, they get a little…hormonal and irritable. Plus you get cramps and you don't fit into your clothes and all you want is junk food."

"Ah," Freddie said weakly, feeling his face turning red. He felt just as awkward right now as he did when he was fourteen and sitting in that health class. "Well…what can I do for her? Is there like, I dunno, medicine?"

"No," Carly told him. "There's nothing you can do, really, other than be a supportive boyfriend."

"Oh," Freddie said. "Well…I guess this is just something I'll have to get used to then if I want to keep living with Sam, right? Even though she might kill me."

"Nah, she won't kill you," Carly assured him. "The worst is over after the first day."

"Oh thank God," Freddie said, breathing a sigh of relief.

…..

That evening Sam sat on her and Freddie's couch curled up as she watched reruns of old television shows. She was just about to change the channel when the front door opened up and Freddie walked in carrying a large bag.

"Hey," he said gently. "Glad to see you're up."

"Hey," Sam said softly. "Um, listen…about earlier, I'm sorry I-"

"Don't apologize," Freddie said, sitting down next to her and wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her temple. "Listen…I know you're kind of going through…things."

"Things?" Sam repeated.

"Yeah, um, Carly-Carly talked to me," Freddie nodded. "She explained why you were acting so-She explained why you were acting a tiny bit off today."

"Oh my God," Sam groaned. "She did? I'm going to kill her!"

"Sam, it's okay, it's nothing to be upset about," Freddie said. "It's a natural-"

"For the love of ham please stop talking," Sam said, burying her face in her arms.

"Er, right," Freddie nodded. "Anyway, I-I picked you up some things that I thought would maybe make you feel better."

Sam looked up. "What kind of things?"

"Well, um, I got you a lot of chocolate," Freddie said, pulling out several bags of chocolate. "The good kind that you love. And I got you these pills, they're supposed to help with cramps…and the lady at the store said to get you this foot massager thing. Oh, and here's some cream for your back, and some nausea medicine and some-"

"You-You got me all this?" Sam asked softly.

"Of course," Freddie nodded. "I want you to feel better."

Sam looked up at him. "Well I do…now." She leaned up and kissed him gently. "Thank you, baby."