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"Stupid flu," Sam moaned as she coughed up her guts in her bed. "Making me feel like butt…Ugh! Why'd I have to get sick? This is taking all the fun out of laying in bed all day!"

Just then there was a knock at her door and a second later Freddie slowly walked in carrying a small bag.

"Hey," he said, giving her a small smile. "Feeling better, baby?"

"Does it look like I'm feeling better?" Sam snapped.

"Well considering you look beautiful even when your sick-"

"Oh for the love of ham!" Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I'm nauseous enough without you throwing around those lines, Benson!"

"Right, sorry, I should've known better than to compliment my girlfriend," Freddie smirked. "I forgot she's even more cranky when she's sick."
"Did you bring me soup or not?" Sam asked, blowing her nose loudly into a tissue and then carelessly tossing it onto the floor.

"Yes, Princess Puckett, I've got you your soup," Freddie nodded, pulling a large container out of the bag he was carrying. "Chicken noodle; perfect for every illness."

"Good, give it to Mama," Sam said.

Freddie picked up a discarded tray from the floor and placed the soup on it and gently sat it down on Sam's lap.

"Oh yeah," Sam sighed as she took a spoonful. "That's the stuff. It almost makes the pain in the my throat bearable."

"Has that medicine the doctor gave you done anything yet?" Freddie asked sympathetically.

"No," Sam mumbled. "The label says it usually doesn't start kicking in until after three days. So until then I'm stuck feeling terrible."

"Well Sam, I don't know why you would think it was a good idea to lick another swing set," Freddie said.

"Well stop daring me to!"

"I never dared!" Freddie exclaimed. "I keep telling you not to! Most people don't even need the warning!"

"Save the lecture for later, will you?" Sam said though a loud series of coughs as she fell back against her pillows.

Freddie stepped over and sat down on the bed next to her. "Maybe some company will make you feel better? You've been up here by yourself all day your mom said."

"You're just going to get yourself sick if you get too close," Sam warned him.

"I'm willing to take that risk," Freddie told her, reaching for her hand and giving it a small squeeze. "But if you don't mind, I think we should hold off on the make-out sessions."

"Fair enough," Sam chuckled.

"So what have you been doing all day in bed?" Freddie asked. "Watching T.V.?"

"Nah," Sam sighed. "My mom got mad because they canceled this show she loves where all these fire chiefs take off their shirts and dance, so she threw a rock at it. So I've just been laying up here sleeping and looking through some of these magazines Carly brought over. They're mostly just girly articles about shoes and chiz, but some of the stuff is pretty cool."

"Really?" Freddie said. "Like what?"

"Well the high point of my day has been finding out the ice cream flavor I relate best to is Rocky Road," Sam shrugged. "That was something. And I took a quiz that told me my celebrity husband is Liam Hemsworth, so that was fun too."

"I hate that guy," Freddie said darkly.

"Oh, and I read my horoscope and it turns out I'm in for a pretty good month," Sam said.

"What?" Freddie scoffed.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I'm gonna get an unexpected gift on the sixth, I'm going to come into some money on the nineteenth, and on the twenty-third a mysterious stranger is going to save me from making a huge mistake."

"Okay, I guess that would be nice if it was actually going to happen," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Who says it's not?"

"Um, Sam, it's a horoscope," Freddie said. "They're not real."

"Oh why not?" Sam said. "Because you're always right?"

"Come on, since when have you been one to even care about her horoscope?" Freddie asked.

"Well now that I've had some time to read up on them, I think I'm gonna get on board with this whole astronomy thing."

"Astrology."

"Same difference," Sam shrugged.

"No, astronomy is a dignified field of study," Freddie said. "Astrology is just nonsense!"

"Typical Aquarius response," Sam tutted. "You're just upset because according to your horoscope you're going to be gored by a bull."

"My horoscope does not say that," Freddie said.

"Oh really?" Sam said, shoving the magazine under his nose.

"Huh…" Freddie said, looking down at the page. "What do you know…okay, but still, it doesn't even matter. My horoscope can say I'm going to be eaten by a T-Rex for all I care. It is absolutely impossible for one's future to be determined just based on the way the stars were lined up when they were born."

"Well clearly the stars were all crabby when you were born," Sam smirked.

"You're doing this just to bug me," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you do get all cute when you get worked up," Sam chuckled. "Relax, nub, I know horoscopes are just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. Still…they're kind of fun, though. Carls and I used to read ours all the time at our sleepovers. It was funny because I'm a Aries and she's a Leo, and it always told us we were incompatible."

"See? Clearly wrong," Freddie said.

"Yeah, totally," Sam nodded. "Although the one time we actually looked up what our signs mean we realized they weren't too far off. Aries are energetic and dynamic and impulsive. Leos are more generous and friendly."

"Well…yeah, I guess those match your personalities pretty well," Freddie admitted. "I wonder what my sign means."

"You've never looked it up?" Sam said.

"Why would I?"

"Here, toss me my Pearpad," Sam said. "Let's look it up."

"Oh come on-"

"Dude, lighten up, it's just for fun," Sam said. "You don't have to start believing in this stuff or anything. But I'm bored and you came over here to entertain me, right?"

"Fine, fine, let's look it up," Freddie conceded. "But don't let it get out that I went along with this, though. It would kill my rep in the scientific community."

"And wouldn't that just be the lamest," Sam said as she typed away on her Pearpad. "Okay, I found it! Let's see, Aquarius…according to this Aquarius's are independent, intellectual, stubborn, inventive…and giant nubs."

"Ha, ha," Freddie said.

"I've got to say, though, it's pretty accurate," Sam said. "Even you've got to see that."

"Sure, I guess I'm smart and inventive," Freddie said. "Don't know about stubborn-"

"Ha!"

"Okay, you cannot call anyone stubborn," Freddie laughed.

"Watch it, Fredly," Sam said. "Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I can't kick your butt. Oh! There's one more thing we should look up."

"What?"

"Well I told you Carly and I looked up our friendship compatibility before," Sam said. "So let's look up our own relationship compatibility. Just for fun," she added quickly.

"Well…I guess it couldn't hurt," Freddie said.

"Alright, here's a love chart that matches up the different zodiac signs," Sam said, showing Freddie the screen. "Let's see...according to this chart…hey! Look! We have a huge heart connecting us! That means we're compatible!"

"Wow, that-that's pretty neat, actually," Freddie smiled. "I mean it still doesn't change the fact that astrology is a huge hoax, but at least it can recognize real compatibility when it sees it."