Quick Enough
Sam sat on the couch in the living room at FentonWorks. Sam crossed her arms and slouched down with a scowl. Her leg was propped up on the coffee table, and Danny's parents hhad made sure she was comfortable before leaving.
Tucker and Danny had steered clear, helping Sam when she needed something. Sam felt bad, but she was in the WORST mood. She had broken her leg falling off the ropes in gym class. Ms. Testlaff had helped her to the nurse's office, and Mr. Lancer had insisted on accomping her to the hospital. Sam was grateful, and made a mental note to get him black roses as a thank you.
Tucker and Danny eyed her warily, as if she'd explode any second.
"Tucker!" Sam snapped. "Get me a glass of water would you? And hurry!"
Tucker sprang up and ran into the kitchen. Sam looked at Danny, who was nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
5 minutes past, and Sam's patience was wearing thin. "Tucker!" No answer. "TUCKER!" Silence.
"TUCKER, GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE NOW!" Sam screamed. Danny winced.
"He's probably downstairs. Mom had made-" He stopped when he saw Sam's glare.
"TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKER! HURRY UUUUUUUUP!"
Tucker running in with Sam's water.
"Sorry!"
What happened next was what Tucker called a PDA moment. He tripped over the rug, the glass went flying through the air, and splashed all over Sam.
Danny smirked at the soaking and fuming Sam. "That quick enough for ya?"