Sam could only gape at the sheer monstrosity of it all. Her stomach turned, and her face was a deathly pale similar to Danny's hair while in his ghost form. She glanced at Danny, only to find him eating his fruity pebbles calmly, as if absolutely nothing had happened. Her gaze went back to Tucker and she swallowed. There was no way she was ever going to look at orange juice the same way ever again. She pushed herself away from the table and stumbled to the bathroom, the events that had taken place a mere few minutes ago playing in her head like a ghastly ferris wheel...
It had been a morning much like any other, with a Friday movie night ending in Danny and Tucker waking up surrounded by Doritos in Sam's bedroom. Nothing irregular. After receiving a morning kiss from Danny ( obviously, the only thing that had gone right that god forsaken morning ) and punching Tucker in the arm for taping it, they had all trooped downstairs for a much-needed breakfast. While Danny and Tucker sat down and moaned about how hungry they were, Sam had started making breakfast for everyone. Bacon and sausage for Tucker ( he had brought the food along with him the day before, claiming he wasn't going to eat any of her 'cow cud' ), eggs and cereal for Danny, and a light salad for herself. She sat down and ate her breakfast, not really paying attention to the boy's conversation. The last things she remembered before everything went downhill was the sound of Tucker laughing and spraying orange juice everywhere...out his nose and mouth. Now, as a rule, Sam could not and would not be classified as girly, or delicate, or prissy, or any of the adjectives that even hinted at being weak. Perhaps the smell of cooking meat had also taken a part in her weakened state, or maybe it was the fact that she had noticed that the juice had little bits of pulp floating in it; whatever the cause, Sam was not at all pleased with the happenings that took place during the juice spraying.
The used-to-be-appetizing orange beverage had found its way from Tucker's mouth and on to her. Her top was soaked in the liquid, and little bits of the pulp had attached itself to her neck and part of her chin. And, pieces of half chewed bacon had launched itself into her hair. And all Tucker did was wipe his face with a napkin and say a mumbled 'sorry' before indulging in more meat. Sam would have punched him and most likely kicked him for good measure, but as it was, she was frozen in shock and disgust.
All of this leads her to one conclusion that she wasn't going to be changing anytime soon: Orange juice had just gotten a one-way ticket out of Sam's life. And it sure as heck wasn't going to be returning any time soon.
I'm sorry I disappeared! I've been so busy with school and such that I haven't had time to update much of anything. So if you guys come barging in my house bearing pitchforks and mushrooms, I understand. Anyways...here it is! The real reason Sam hates orange juice. To SamXDanny: I'm sorry I didn't write the one on prom night :,( I want to make it good, and I can't do that when I'm rushing. But I promise that I will have it up as soon as I possibly I can! Well, I hope all you guy's enjoyed this one. Until next time!
P.S. Please, I am BEGGING you...review! Thank you SamXDanny and Zippy for being so kind and reviewing since the very beginning. It means a lot!