iMake the Perfect Root Beer Float

Drabble

Carly fell asleep on the couch over an hour ago while watching a re-run of Girly Cow. She wakes up to the sound of a tapping noise coming from the direction of the front door. After rubbing her eyes in hopes they will adjust to the light again, she gets up to find out who has disturbed her nap.

"Freddie...what are you doing here? It's past eleven thirty."

Freddie holds his arm out and pushes a previously unidentified object towards Carly.

"I think I discovered the perfect recipe for making a root beer float from scratch," Freddie declares, beaming.

Carly curls her hand around the mug that he brought to her and nods towards the couch, signaling for him to join her there.

"Your mom let you stay up to experiment with the mixing of a sugary beverage?"

"Of course not! She's staying overnight with a patient. I pretended to be asleep when she left."

The first sip is tentative and appropriately slow.

"You know, if you spiked this, Spencer is sleeping not-so-many feet away..."

"Are you crazy? Alcohol would ruin the flavor!" Freddie defends.

"Fair enough. Spencer sleeps too deep to rescue me anyhow."

The next few sips are deep gulps, and the ice cream will know loneliness soon.

When Carly takes a break and looks up at Freddie, her eyes meet an overly-smug grin.

"Tell me, it's the best you've ever tasted, am I right?"

"It's missing something," Carly replies.

Suddenly, Freddie looks like sinking sand must feel.

The final sips are taken to stall tending to the damage she just caused.

Carly sets the mug down on the coffee table, ice cream intact. She then reaches out her hand and touches Freddie's left shoulder to comfort him. He shrugs it off and reaches for the idle mug, but is cut off by Carly's hand grasping the middle of his arm before he can grab it.

"Did you have some too?" Carly questions softly.

"Yeah, right before I poured yours, why?"

Before he even notices that she's moving, Carly has her right arm hooking the back of his neck and is pulling his face toward hers. Their lips meet roughly, coated in corn syrup, and Freddie only knows what else. All depression that was settling in from the disappointing review vanishes.

They become reacquainted with air and take a moment to catch their breath.

"I think I found what it was missing," Carly reveals.

"Oh really?"

"Yep, now that was the best I've ever tasted."