Drabbletag 5, Sam & Cat, Sam/Cat, apples
Title: Bitter Taste
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Sam & Cat
Pairing: Sam/Cat
Prompt: Apples
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Summary: Sam hates apples. Hates 'em.
Sam had never really liked apples. Not because they were healthy, but because she didn't like the taste. It reminded her of a dirty rag or something. It didn't matter what color they were, whether it was red, green, or yellow. They all tasted the same to her.
A mom, who seemed too grateful, had sent over a fruit basket. Literally. That's all that was in it. Just apples, oranges, and bananas. No muffins, no chocolate, nothing good. At all.
Speaking of apples, Cat was trying to talk with her mouth full of apple, juice running down her chin.
"What?" Sam asks, because she hadn't understood a word she just said.
Cat swallows and repeats, "What's wrong? Don't you like apples?" She was perkier and bouncier than usual. Sam's guess was that she loved apples. Gross.
Sam makes a face and tosses the apple she'd had in her hand back in the basket. "No. I hate them." She marches into the kitchen for something better, like ham. Or leftover pizza.
Cat practically skips behind, flipping her hair. "Aw come on. It was nice of her to send them over."
"Oh, please. She just did it 'cause she was desperate for a babysitter. All that kid did was drink all the milk and eat the rest of my chicken." She adds a few choice words at the end.
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Sam & Cat
Pairing: Sam/Cat
Prompt: Apples
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Summary: Sam hates apples. Hates 'em.
Sam had never really liked apples. Not because they were healthy, but because she didn't like the taste. It reminded her of a dirty rag or something. It didn't matter what color they were, whether it was red, green, or yellow. They all tasted the same to her.
A mom, who seemed too grateful, had sent over a fruit basket. Literally. That's all that was in it. Just apples, oranges, and bananas. No muffins, no chocolate, nothing good. At all.
Speaking of apples, Cat was trying to talk with her mouth full of apple, juice running down her chin.
"What?" Sam asks, because she hadn't understood a word she just said.
Cat swallows and repeats, "What's wrong? Don't you like apples?" She was perkier and bouncier than usual. Sam's guess was that she loved apples. Gross.
Sam makes a face and tosses the apple she'd had in her hand back in the basket. "No. I hate them." She marches into the kitchen for something better, like ham. Or leftover pizza.
Cat practically skips behind, flipping her hair. "Aw come on. It was nice of her to send them over."
"Oh, please. She just did it 'cause she was desperate for a babysitter. All that kid did was drink all the milk and eat the rest of my chicken." She adds a few choice words at the end.