DISCLAIMER: Popular is the intellectual property of Ryan Murphy. I simply dabble in his sandbox, make his characters gay for each other and enjoy the turn on that follows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is for splendid_it who requested: "No, no! I said 'push' not 'pull!' This is also one of my first attempts at real comedy, so hopefully, it acheives its purpose and makes y'all laugh. (Honestly, though, I don't think it's slapstick funny, though.)
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Lending a Not So Helping Hand
By carpesomediem
Brooke was frustrated beyond belief, but she surely didn't show it. At least not in the traditional sense. She thought that since Sam was the logical one, the sensible one about so many things that something like pushing a car out of the middle of the road would be easy. But it wasn't. At that very moment, Brooke held a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter while sitting at the front seat trying to steer her car backwards.
Backwards.
The realization washed over Brooke as she heard Sam grunt, startled by the lack of movement of the car. The car moved slightly, lurched backwards and Brooke was sure Sam was going to run herself over. Sam struggled, pulling as hard as she could to roll the car backwards and towards the curb as opposed to pushing it forward, through the light and to the gas station on the corner.
"What's so funny?" Sam demanded angrily, resting her hands on her hips and panting. "I can't get this heap to move, and there you are sitting in the front seat like a throne!"
"Sam, think about what you're doing for a minute," Brooke just shook her head, trying to stop the laughter from bubbling through her body.
"I'm trying to get your damn car out of the road!" Sam spat, looking at the car as she threw her hands in the air. "You're just sitting there…" Then, realization rolled over her, too.
Backwards.
"I'm pulling… Not pushing," Sam said quietly, her face turning red, and Brooke breaking out into another boat of laughter. "I could've sworn you said pull…"
"No, no," Brooke shook her head, "I said push, not pull. Come on now." Brooke made her way to the back of the car, grabbing Sam by the elbow as cars made their way around them no doubt laughing at the scene as they drove by. "Let's get this car out of the road before we both die of laughter."
"It's not that funny," Sam mumbled, taking a place next to Brooke.
"Yeah, it kinda is," Brooke laughed one more time before giving the car a good push forward only to find it going nowhere fast. Brooke hadn't shifted the car from park to neutral, but Sam wasn't about to tell her she noticed it just yet.
The End