Talk:Seddie/@comment-2219055-20110515153251

I'm bored and in need of Seddie fluff. And I'm pretty sure you guys are too, so I'm writing another one-shot. ''Sam and Freddie are somewhat dating, but won't say it, because it's taking some getting used to. Carly, Sam, Freddie, and Gibby spend an afternoon at the pool.''

And here's a teaser:

Carly handed Sam her sunscreen. She slathered it on her arms, legs, stomach, chest, and face. She was about to do her back when she heard Freddie ask from behind her, “Need help with your back?”

This was tricky. Sam wasn’t sure if this fell under PDA or not. Friends put sunblock on each other’s back, right?

She handed Freddie the bottle of sunscreen and pushed her hair over her left shoulder. When he touched her, she felt a million tiny volts of electricity shoot up her arms and down her legs. She felt her face burn and hoped it was just the sun.

“There,” Freddie said. Sam turned around and Freddie gave her back the bottle. She passed it back to Carly as Freddie took out his own sunscreen. “Want me to do yours?” Sam asked.

“Sure.” He handed the bottle to her, and took off his shirt. Sam looked away from his bare chest.

Dang it. She forgot that Freddie took Strength Training as his gym class. Not only did his upper body strength improve, but he was getting the beginnings of a six-pack. Her face was burning even more. He turned around so Sam could do his back.

She squeezed some sunscreen on her hand. She felt like she was shaking a little. Why did she come up with the stupid “no PDA” rule? That was not one of her better ideas.

What do you think?