Seven Little Somethings Challenge
This is for the first fanfic challenge over at sam_and_cat
Read the rules here but the gist is that all 7 drabbles had to be between 100-300 words and utilized a specific prompt word.
Popsicles (271 words)
Sam and Cat were just about to leave Elderly Acres when they heard the familiar sound of an ice cream truck. The truck was passing the parking lot they currently occupied when Cat started poking Sam surprisingly hard.
“FOLLOW IT!”
“What? We're not in some action movie with a car chase scene.”
“You drive a motorcycle, and an ice cream truck isn't a car either. Please? I want popsicles!”
“Yeah, okay. Popsicles sound good to me.”
“Yay, an adventure!” Cat exclaimed while Sam's motorcycle roared to life.
She held her arms closely around her friend's waist and squealed happily as they followed the truck. Sam screamed to the driver to pull over a few times, but he didn't hear her. Eventually the truck stopped in front of a growing crowd of children. Sam took off her helmet and pushed through the kids, ignoring their cries of protest.
“What flavors of popsicles do ya got?”
The ice cream man recited all of the flavors. Sam chewed on her lip and glanced over at Cat, who was now beside her.
“I'll have a grape and a root beer. Cat?”
“Lemon. No-cherry. Wait! STRAWBERRY. And a root beer one too.”
After shoving cash into the man's open palm, Sam and Cat walked to the motorcycle to eat their popsicles.
“Mmm, these are so good, thank you, Sam!” Cat grinned, red popsicle juice running down her chin.
Sam turned around and wiped the juice off with her finger, finishing by popping her now strawberry-flavored finger into her mouth.
“They are good, aren't they?” she smirked.
--
Panties (282 words)
Cat was the most talkative person Sam had ever met. She'd thought Carly was talkative, but Cat spoke more words in one day than Carly said in a week. Normally Sam would have been annoyed by someone like Cat, but for some strange reason, the redheaded girl only mildly annoyed her. (And there was no one on earth who didn't annoy her at least a little bit.)
“What's your favorite word?” Cat asked her as she took a break from her English essay.
“Ribs.”
“I said what's your favorite word, not your favorite food,” she giggled.
“All my favorite words are food.”
“Oh! Well, what's your least favorite word?”
“I don't want to say it,” Sam replied stubbornly.
She hated this word so much she never liked to hear it, let alone say it. She knew it was a pretty commonly disliked word, but not as common as a word like “moist,” which was a word Sam found to be perfectly acceptable.
“What letter does it start with?”
“P.”
“Hehehehe, you said pee,” once Cat recovered from her laughing fit, she returned to the question, “what's the next letter?”
“A.”
When Cat got to T, she asked Sam why she hated pants. With frustration bubbling up along with a desire to end the conversation, Sam screamed.
“PANTIES!!!!! The word I hate is panties!!!!!”
“Wow, really? That's kind of weird.”
“Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.”
“Kay-kay,” Cat was silent for a moment, “can you help me with my essay?”
“Well, kid, I'm not that great at homework, but mama will take a crack at it.”
--
Makeup (290 words)
“How come you never wear makeup?” Cat asked innocently as she finished her own, slicking lip gloss onto her mouth.
“I dunno, I just never have. I don't really know how to put it on or whatever.”
After living together several months, it had been Sam who had taught Cat a variety of things-from how to use certain household appliances, to how to cook simple foods-and now, Cat finally had a way to pay her back for all that help. Makeup was something that Cat was an expert on and she thought makeup was a fun way of expressing herself, figuring Sam would agree.
“Well, it IS Saturday! How about we go to the drug store and pick out a few things for you. I'll teach you how to do eye makeup and anything else you wanna know.”
“What, are you finally sick of looking at my ugly mug and wanna cover it up?”
“Wait, what? Nooooo. I love your face!” Cat assured her, leaning forward and grabbing Sam's cheeks in her hands like an overzealous aunt.
“Um...thanks?” Sam's face burned red and she tried to play it off.
“Your face is all red and warm now, are you getting sick?”
“No, I'm fine.”
“But your face is--”
“I'm just blushing, Cat.”
“BLUSHING? AWWWWWWWWWW.”
“Shut up or I'm not gonna let you teach me anything.”
Cat clamped her hand over her own mouth to silence herself. She then used her other hand to grab Sam's and pull her out the door. The two of them landed against the wood door with a loud thunk.
“You have to open it first,” Sam chastised.
“I keep forgetting!”
--
Board Games (228 words)
As babysitters, board games were a big part of Sam and Cat's repertoire to entertain children. While Sam pretended to hate playing them, she actually enjoyed them even more than Cat.
“I got us a new board game!!” Cat said the moment she burst into the apartment.
“Hello to you too,” Sam quirked an eyebrow.
“The game of liiiiiiife.”
“Life's sucky enough without a lousy imitation in the form of a board game.”
Cat stuck out her lip, pouting.
“Okay, okay, we'll play the game of life.”
Immediately the younger girl perked up and sat down cross-legged at the living room table, setting the game up. Sam sat down across from her and looked at the instructions for the game. They began to play. The game seemed pretty decent, Sam thought, but there were a lot of small pieces and the complexity was a bit high for smaller children. Filing that away in her mind for future reference, she rolled the dice. She landed on the GET MARRIED square.
“Ooooh, you're getting married.”
“Gross, do I have to get married? I don't like anyone enough to marry them.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?” Sam feigned innocence.
“Do you like me enough to marry me?”
“I would totally marry you.”
Cat beamed.
“I would totally marry YOU!”
--
Post-It Notes (300 words)
“For the love of all that is cheesy, what are these doing all over our apartment?” Sam asked Cat, holding a pile of multicolored post-it notes.
“My therapist suggested that I start writing out my feelings.”
“Yeah? Use a notebook like normal people,” she rolled her eyes, irritated by the notes' presence everywhere she went.
“I'm...sorry. I'm not really like normal people. I thought post-its would be easier for short thoughts like mine.”
“Oh,” Sam sighed, “that makes sense.”
She glanced down at the post-its, noticing one of them had her name on it.
“You can read them,” Cat told her suddenly.
“Okay.”
Sam sat down on Cat's bed and rifled through them, reading them all. Some of them were silly things, but others were serious-about how much she missed Nona, or how she wished sometimes she was like other people. She finally came across the one where she'd seen her name peeking out and she let out a gasp when she read it.
I think I'm in love with Sam.
“Is this...a joke?” Sam looked up from the note with trembling hands.
“No..” The redhead lowered her eyes, her heart beating loudly in her chest.
“It's just funny, because I, well,” she put the notes down beside of her and scooted closer to her friend, “I might feel somewhat similarly about the situation or something so yeah. Interesting.”
“You love me?"
“I, um, might. Yeah.”
Cat launched herself onto Sam, her arms wrapping around her neck. Sam didn't fight it, grinning at the sudden move from the other girl. A moment later, the older girl brought her mouth to Cat's, finding that her lips were even softer than she imagined. As their lips parted, they both sighed.
--
Stickers (293 words)
One of the things Sam had noticed upon living with Cat was that her roommate had an astounding obsession with stickers. She had an entire book full of stickers she'd collected over the years. Sam hadn't even really been thinking about Cat when she went to Walmart to pick up a few things, but when her eyes drifted across the aisle and stopped on sheets upon sheets of stickers, she had to sneak a look.
There were so many different sorts that she found herself getting excited, only because she knew how excited Cat would be about it. With a grin she flipped through the sticker sheets and chose ten different ones, throwing them into her basket. She finished shopping and returned to the apartment to wait for Cat to return home from school.
“Honey, I'm hoooome!” Cat giggled as she quoted some television show, dropping her bookbag by the door and wandering into the living room.
"Great! There's a surprise for you on the kitchen counter.”
“There is? I LOVE SURPRISES!” Cat ran into the kitchen, “Is it another smoothie?”
“No...”
“Stickers?! YOU GOT ME STICKERS?”
After Cat looked at every single sticker, she unwrapped them and peeled one off. She sauntered across the room quietly, sneaking up to Sam watching television on the couch. Without warning she suddenly put one of the stickers on Sam's forehead.
“Did you just put a sticker on my forehead?”
“No.”
“You did!”
“Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?”
Sam got up to chase Cat and instead of doing that, she tackled her in a hug, squeezing tight.
“I thought you weren't a hugger,” Cat murmured.
“I wasn't, but kid, you rubbed off on me.”
--
Blanket Fort (257 words)
Cat was terrified of storms. When she was scared, she had the strange tendency to pass out. Sam, in effort to distract her from the loud thunderstorm outside, decided to build them a blanket fort to hide out in.
“Okay, it's done!” she yelled to Cat, who was bundled up in blankets on the couch, hiding beneath them.
She didn't respond, so Sam walked over to the couch and pulled the blankets down to reveal her face.
“I finished the blanket fort, come on. Nothing will happen to us in there,” she promised, searching through the blankets for Cat's hand and taking it in hers, “c'mon.”
Cat allowed herself to be dragged over to the fort and she climbed inside after her friend. Looking around, her face relaxed into a smile. She noticed the lantern set up under the blankets and the soft music playing in the background.
“Hey, this is nice,” Cat said slowly.
“It's about to be even nicer. Be right back.”
“Wait! You're going to leave me?”
“You'll be okay, I promise. I'm just going to the kitchen to make us a snack.”
“Kay-kay.”
Sam slid out of the fort and went into the kitchen to make them sandwiches. She returned a moment later.
“What if the electric goes out?” Cat asked, eyeing the sandwiches and taking one, stuffing it into her hungry mouth.
“We have plenty of flashlights and candles, we'll be fine. And if anything happens, I'll protect you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Read the rules here but the gist is that all 7 drabbles had to be between 100-300 words and utilized a specific prompt word.
Popsicles (271 words)
Sam and Cat were just about to leave Elderly Acres when they heard the familiar sound of an ice cream truck. The truck was passing the parking lot they currently occupied when Cat started poking Sam surprisingly hard.
“FOLLOW IT!”
“What? We're not in some action movie with a car chase scene.”
“You drive a motorcycle, and an ice cream truck isn't a car either. Please? I want popsicles!”
“Yeah, okay. Popsicles sound good to me.”
“Yay, an adventure!” Cat exclaimed while Sam's motorcycle roared to life.
She held her arms closely around her friend's waist and squealed happily as they followed the truck. Sam screamed to the driver to pull over a few times, but he didn't hear her. Eventually the truck stopped in front of a growing crowd of children. Sam took off her helmet and pushed through the kids, ignoring their cries of protest.
“What flavors of popsicles do ya got?”
The ice cream man recited all of the flavors. Sam chewed on her lip and glanced over at Cat, who was now beside her.
“I'll have a grape and a root beer. Cat?”
“Lemon. No-cherry. Wait! STRAWBERRY. And a root beer one too.”
After shoving cash into the man's open palm, Sam and Cat walked to the motorcycle to eat their popsicles.
“Mmm, these are so good, thank you, Sam!” Cat grinned, red popsicle juice running down her chin.
Sam turned around and wiped the juice off with her finger, finishing by popping her now strawberry-flavored finger into her mouth.
“They are good, aren't they?” she smirked.
--
Panties (282 words)
Cat was the most talkative person Sam had ever met. She'd thought Carly was talkative, but Cat spoke more words in one day than Carly said in a week. Normally Sam would have been annoyed by someone like Cat, but for some strange reason, the redheaded girl only mildly annoyed her. (And there was no one on earth who didn't annoy her at least a little bit.)
“What's your favorite word?” Cat asked her as she took a break from her English essay.
“Ribs.”
“I said what's your favorite word, not your favorite food,” she giggled.
“All my favorite words are food.”
“Oh! Well, what's your least favorite word?”
“I don't want to say it,” Sam replied stubbornly.
She hated this word so much she never liked to hear it, let alone say it. She knew it was a pretty commonly disliked word, but not as common as a word like “moist,” which was a word Sam found to be perfectly acceptable.
“What letter does it start with?”
“P.”
“Hehehehe, you said pee,” once Cat recovered from her laughing fit, she returned to the question, “what's the next letter?”
“A.”
When Cat got to T, she asked Sam why she hated pants. With frustration bubbling up along with a desire to end the conversation, Sam screamed.
“PANTIES!!!!! The word I hate is panties!!!!!”
“Wow, really? That's kind of weird.”
“Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.”
“Kay-kay,” Cat was silent for a moment, “can you help me with my essay?”
“Well, kid, I'm not that great at homework, but mama will take a crack at it.”
--
Makeup (290 words)
“How come you never wear makeup?” Cat asked innocently as she finished her own, slicking lip gloss onto her mouth.
“I dunno, I just never have. I don't really know how to put it on or whatever.”
After living together several months, it had been Sam who had taught Cat a variety of things-from how to use certain household appliances, to how to cook simple foods-and now, Cat finally had a way to pay her back for all that help. Makeup was something that Cat was an expert on and she thought makeup was a fun way of expressing herself, figuring Sam would agree.
“Well, it IS Saturday! How about we go to the drug store and pick out a few things for you. I'll teach you how to do eye makeup and anything else you wanna know.”
“What, are you finally sick of looking at my ugly mug and wanna cover it up?”
“Wait, what? Nooooo. I love your face!” Cat assured her, leaning forward and grabbing Sam's cheeks in her hands like an overzealous aunt.
“Um...thanks?” Sam's face burned red and she tried to play it off.
“Your face is all red and warm now, are you getting sick?”
“No, I'm fine.”
“But your face is--”
“I'm just blushing, Cat.”
“BLUSHING? AWWWWWWWWWW.”
“Shut up or I'm not gonna let you teach me anything.”
Cat clamped her hand over her own mouth to silence herself. She then used her other hand to grab Sam's and pull her out the door. The two of them landed against the wood door with a loud thunk.
“You have to open it first,” Sam chastised.
“I keep forgetting!”
--
Board Games (228 words)
As babysitters, board games were a big part of Sam and Cat's repertoire to entertain children. While Sam pretended to hate playing them, she actually enjoyed them even more than Cat.
“I got us a new board game!!” Cat said the moment she burst into the apartment.
“Hello to you too,” Sam quirked an eyebrow.
“The game of liiiiiiife.”
“Life's sucky enough without a lousy imitation in the form of a board game.”
Cat stuck out her lip, pouting.
“Okay, okay, we'll play the game of life.”
Immediately the younger girl perked up and sat down cross-legged at the living room table, setting the game up. Sam sat down across from her and looked at the instructions for the game. They began to play. The game seemed pretty decent, Sam thought, but there were a lot of small pieces and the complexity was a bit high for smaller children. Filing that away in her mind for future reference, she rolled the dice. She landed on the GET MARRIED square.
“Ooooh, you're getting married.”
“Gross, do I have to get married? I don't like anyone enough to marry them.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?” Sam feigned innocence.
“Do you like me enough to marry me?”
“I would totally marry you.”
Cat beamed.
“I would totally marry YOU!”
--
Post-It Notes (300 words)
“For the love of all that is cheesy, what are these doing all over our apartment?” Sam asked Cat, holding a pile of multicolored post-it notes.
“My therapist suggested that I start writing out my feelings.”
“Yeah? Use a notebook like normal people,” she rolled her eyes, irritated by the notes' presence everywhere she went.
“I'm...sorry. I'm not really like normal people. I thought post-its would be easier for short thoughts like mine.”
“Oh,” Sam sighed, “that makes sense.”
She glanced down at the post-its, noticing one of them had her name on it.
“You can read them,” Cat told her suddenly.
“Okay.”
Sam sat down on Cat's bed and rifled through them, reading them all. Some of them were silly things, but others were serious-about how much she missed Nona, or how she wished sometimes she was like other people. She finally came across the one where she'd seen her name peeking out and she let out a gasp when she read it.
I think I'm in love with Sam.
“Is this...a joke?” Sam looked up from the note with trembling hands.
“No..” The redhead lowered her eyes, her heart beating loudly in her chest.
“It's just funny, because I, well,” she put the notes down beside of her and scooted closer to her friend, “I might feel somewhat similarly about the situation or something so yeah. Interesting.”
“You love me?"
“I, um, might. Yeah.”
Cat launched herself onto Sam, her arms wrapping around her neck. Sam didn't fight it, grinning at the sudden move from the other girl. A moment later, the older girl brought her mouth to Cat's, finding that her lips were even softer than she imagined. As their lips parted, they both sighed.
--
Stickers (293 words)
One of the things Sam had noticed upon living with Cat was that her roommate had an astounding obsession with stickers. She had an entire book full of stickers she'd collected over the years. Sam hadn't even really been thinking about Cat when she went to Walmart to pick up a few things, but when her eyes drifted across the aisle and stopped on sheets upon sheets of stickers, she had to sneak a look.
There were so many different sorts that she found herself getting excited, only because she knew how excited Cat would be about it. With a grin she flipped through the sticker sheets and chose ten different ones, throwing them into her basket. She finished shopping and returned to the apartment to wait for Cat to return home from school.
“Honey, I'm hoooome!” Cat giggled as she quoted some television show, dropping her bookbag by the door and wandering into the living room.
"Great! There's a surprise for you on the kitchen counter.”
“There is? I LOVE SURPRISES!” Cat ran into the kitchen, “Is it another smoothie?”
“No...”
“Stickers?! YOU GOT ME STICKERS?”
After Cat looked at every single sticker, she unwrapped them and peeled one off. She sauntered across the room quietly, sneaking up to Sam watching television on the couch. Without warning she suddenly put one of the stickers on Sam's forehead.
“Did you just put a sticker on my forehead?”
“No.”
“You did!”
“Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?”
Sam got up to chase Cat and instead of doing that, she tackled her in a hug, squeezing tight.
“I thought you weren't a hugger,” Cat murmured.
“I wasn't, but kid, you rubbed off on me.”
--
Blanket Fort (257 words)
Cat was terrified of storms. When she was scared, she had the strange tendency to pass out. Sam, in effort to distract her from the loud thunderstorm outside, decided to build them a blanket fort to hide out in.
“Okay, it's done!” she yelled to Cat, who was bundled up in blankets on the couch, hiding beneath them.
She didn't respond, so Sam walked over to the couch and pulled the blankets down to reveal her face.
“I finished the blanket fort, come on. Nothing will happen to us in there,” she promised, searching through the blankets for Cat's hand and taking it in hers, “c'mon.”
Cat allowed herself to be dragged over to the fort and she climbed inside after her friend. Looking around, her face relaxed into a smile. She noticed the lantern set up under the blankets and the soft music playing in the background.
“Hey, this is nice,” Cat said slowly.
“It's about to be even nicer. Be right back.”
“Wait! You're going to leave me?”
“You'll be okay, I promise. I'm just going to the kitchen to make us a snack.”
“Kay-kay.”
Sam slid out of the fort and went into the kitchen to make them sandwiches. She returned a moment later.
“What if the electric goes out?” Cat asked, eyeing the sandwiches and taking one, stuffing it into her hungry mouth.
“We have plenty of flashlights and candles, we'll be fine. And if anything happens, I'll protect you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”