Oh my gosh, yes, it's me! I'm actually updating this story after so long! I'm sorry! I'm sorry it's taken me so long! I've had exams and stuff to prepare for for months so that's why I haven't had a chance to update, but they are DONE! Summer starts soon (July 19th, woo!) so in celebration of me getting through Year 10, I have decided to upload this! Please be gentle with the reviews! I've been reaaaally out of practise so I'm sorry if it's really bad! Thanks to Mel for this idea.

~Charlotte~

Day 78 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Dentist

Sam POV

Freddie seemed to need moral support when he had to go to the dentist, so I agreed to go with him. His mommy would've gone with him but Crazy needed to go to some hygiene convention so Freddie was stuck with me. Yeah, like I was going to be any help. I'd just make the dentist laugh or something to make him jog the tools so that Freddie's tongue got stabbed.

Ha, that's actually a great idea. I'm gonna do that!

Anyway, I would get to see him in the dentist chair. Although, it wouldn't be as interesting as when Carly saw me in the dentist chair and I started telling my biggest secret, which was that Freddie and I kissed.

Man that kiss...

Okay, urm, anyway! I wouldn't mind hearing what secrets Freddie would have if he had to be gassed with nitrous oxide. But I doubted very much that they'd be interesting. Perhaps something useful, like for new ways to tease him, but probably nothing shocking.

"Name?" the receptionist at the dental clinic asked. She looked about middle aged but friendly. Two things I hated: friendly people and moms. I could tell she was a mom by the photo of her kids that was kept next to her computer.

"Benson, Fredward Benson," Freddie said.

I scolded him. "Dude, you could just say 'Freddie Benson', you don't have to go all James Bond, nub."

Freddie gave me a look and the woman at the desk did some clicks on her very old-looking computer. She told us we were free to sit down in the waiting area until Freddie's name was called up.

"Nervous without your mommy?" I asked Freddie in a babyish voice, poking him on the arm.

He swatted my hand away. "No," he said a little too quickly.

"Aww," I said, continuing to poke him.

"Quit it!" Freddie said a little too loudly so others in the waiting room looked up from their gossip magazines to look at us.

We only had to wait a few minutes until his name was called up. Together we got up and followed the dental assistant to the room.

"Just sit down on the chair," the dentist dude told Freddie.

Like a good little boy he was, Freddie sat down on the chair. I stood in the corner of the room looking at the scene before me. The room was just a normal dental room with a chair in the middle, the dentist's computer on the desk and next to that a tray with all of the tools on it. If only I had one of those scalpel things...

"So I'm just going check your teeth," the dentist began. He took that mirror tool and Freddie opened his mouth.

There was really nothing wrong with Freddie's teeth so we probably wouldn't have needed to be there long. That was, until, the dentist did find an imperfection in his flawless smile.

Yes, his smile is flawless. Don't judge me, or I'll judge you. Simple.

"Ah...this isn't good. Can you get the drill?" the dentist asked his assistant. While she was busying herself with setting up the drill the dentist continued. "It appears you have a hole in one of your back teeth. I'll need to drill into it to be able to make a big enough hole to fill it. I'll need to use a needle—"

"A NEEDLE?!" Freddie screamed. It actually sounded more than "AR KEEBLE?!" because the dentist still had the mirror in his mouth.

"Yes, to numb it so that you won't be able to feel the drilling into your teeth," he dentist said as if he was talking to a kindergartener.

The dentist removed the mirror from his mouth so that when Freddie screamed out again you could understand what he was saying.

"No! You are not sticking a needle in my mouth! Nuh-uh! Not doing that! I don't care if I feel that drill!" I'd never seen Freddie react like this before. It was half hilarious half unnerving.

Then I came up with a solution.

"Hey, uh, what if you gave him some laughing gas to calm him down?"

"Nitrous oxide?" the dentist said.

"Yeah, it worked for me," I told him.

He scratched his chin as he thought about it. He turned towards his assistant. "Get the nitrous oxide ready." Freddie was completely unaware of our conversation as he was still freaking out over the needle.

Ten minutes later, they'd given Freddie the gas, the injection and had already drilled and filled his holey tooth.

"All done. The gas should wear off soon. See you again soon, Freddie," the dentist said.

"Thanks, sir," I said to him as I dragged a loopy Freddie out of the room and eventually out of the dental clinic.

"How you feeling?" I asked him as we walked down the street. He was like a little kid running after birds. It was hilarious. If only I'd taken my phone with me. Dang it. People would've paid to see how he was acting right now.

"Dizzy," he said.

I just hoped to God that I wasn't like that when I was under the influence of laughing gas.

"Come on, nub, let's get you home," I said continuing to walk.

Freddie was trailing behind me and then I felt someone gently tugging my hair. I realised that he was holding it. If he was in a normal state I'd probably Judo Flip him.

"Your hair is so pretty, Sam. But so are you, too," he said.

Well that caught me off guard.

"Urm, did that dentist hit you over the head as well as give you some loopy gas?" I asked him, feeling myself blush despite myself.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p' sound. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Uh...sure," I said.

This is exactly what I wanted to hear from him. His secrets! However, the secret he was about to tell me would somehow change my feelings for him forever.

"Sam," he said to me, quite seriously for someone that was full of nitrous oxide. "I like you. Like, like-like you."

I stopped dead in my tracts. Freddie kept playing with my hair.

"Say that again?"

"I said I like you!" Freddie said again.

"Okay, you're definitely more deluded than you normally are without the gas."

But secretly I was having a heart attack. I mean, he probably doesn't know what he's saying, and he definitely wouldn't remember saying it in the first place, I certainly didn't, but when I was on laughing gas I spoke the truth. I told Carly I had a secret and I told her. What if that was exactly what Freddie had done to me?

I couldn't afford to keep thinking about it. I mean, I liked him. I'd liked him for a long time. I couldn't completely understand why I did like him, I just did. It wasn't fair. I hated liking someone who was such a nub that they could never like me back.

I finally got him home and he recovered from his laughing gas phase. My theory was correct. When the effects wore off, he forgot everything that he told me. But I still remembered.

REMEMBER: please be kind with the reviews! Actually, just hit me with all the insults you come up with about this chapter. I'm sorry the ending is bad, I'm tired, its gone 10pm and I've been up 13 hours (yes, that is a long time for me) and I wasn't prepared to write this fanfic but I've neglected it so long that I needed to upload!

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ALSO! Who's loving Sam & Cat?! I definitely am. Okay that's all for now. Until next time!