Hey people! This is a response to MackenzieGirl's Super Seddie 100 Word Challenge. 100 words, 100 days. Wish me luck. Plz review and subscribe! :)

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100 Word Seddie Challenge:

#1-Kitties:

Carly Shay, Sam Puckett, and Freddie Benson walked silently down the Seattle streets. They were in no rush, no emotion that could force them to change their walking speed. It was them alone that had no urge to do anything interesting.

They were walking back form a New Years Eve party. They were caught in a party drama the whole night though. Carly's dates were cheaters, which caused her to sob most of the night. Freddie had gotten one girl's number which apparently turned out to be a man. And as for Sam, she didn't get the New Year's kiss. Carly of course did, and Freddie but Sam sat silently in the corner chair, staring at her peers. Sure her movements were obliged by others when raising a toasting glass, but that moment, her presence was oblivious.

She shuffled her feet as she walked with her friends, hanging her head to the ground, her hood up, and ear buds blasting a mournful song.

Freddie would occasionally glance at her, suspicious. He had seen Sam eat a whole 10 pounds of ham that caused others to vomit, NOT HERSELF. Still, the New Years kiss was overdone. His 'kissing' mate was practically chewing off his face. But he sensed someone's blue eyes staring sadly at him.

"Some party, huh?" Carly spoke up, mascara running down her face from tears and the Seattle rain.

"Yeah, interesting," Sam mumbled.

Meow!

The three teens shot their heads to the direction of the small noise. It was in a dark alleyway. Freddie swallowed hard, staring into the dark canvases.

"What was that?" Carly whispered. Freddie shrugged and stepped into the dark alley, Sam following close behind.

Sam furrowed her brows at Freddie's slow pace, one small and slow step at a time. His tempo caused her to heel him, Freddie yelping like a child. He glared at her as she shoved past him to take lead.

Meow! Thunk!

A box fell from a garage tin. Carly jumped back and started to jumble for her phone.

"I-I'm calling the cops," Carly stammered.

"For what reason?" Sam asked.

"Things just don't fall randomly," Carly said, backing out of the alleyway and running down the street. Sam sighed irritatedly and turned back to Freddie who was over by the box.

"Aww," he said. Sam, now intrigued, rushed over to Freddie, crouching beside him.

"Woah," Sam gasped.

Inside the box were kitties; 4 of them. Sam stared at them in disbelief, glancing at Freddie in shock. His expression suddenly waved into concern as he reached for one of them who appeared to be asleep. They were small, perhaps too small.

Sam watched Freddie pick one up and saw him look for a pulse. Her eyes grew as she realized what might happen. She scooted closer to Freddie and helped him. Their hands brushed each other several times; no sparks, no blushes.

"Oh, no," Freddie mumbled. They stopped and met each other's gazes. There was nothing left for the small animal.

"Check the others," Sam snapped to Freddie who obliged. He checked the other three frantically. The rain tapped hard on them as it's pace quickened. Sam swallowed hard, watching her foe check the kittens conditions. Yes. Foe. They were nothing more than two teens constantly arguing over small dilemmas.

"Wait!" Freddie suddenly found a pulse for the smallest kitten. The small animal had wet blonde fur.

Sirens suddenly flashed behind them as the cops pulled up along the road. Carly exited quickly and rushed over to her friends.

"Hey guys, I got the-Woah!" she exclaimed, seeing the small kittens.

"Yeah, but...er," Sam looked at Freddie for support. Freddie noticed and stared mournfully up at Carly. She realized.

"All of them," Carly whispered.

"No, luckily," Freddie replied, holding up the blonde kitten. Carly nodded.

"Sam, let's go. The cops are waiting," Carly said, helping her friend up. Sam nodded quickly, glancing quickly at Freddie.

"You better make sure that one doesn't die either, Benson!" Sam warned as she was dragged into the car. Freddie nodded. He knew Sam wasn't threatening him. She was scared and he didn't want the kitten to die either.

He took off his jacket and swaddled the animal in it, leaving it's head out for air. The kittens eyes were closed. Freddie panicked and kept the animal close to his chest for warmth.

"Come on son," a cop said for behind him. Freddie got up and rushed to the last car along the street. He got into the back, the kitten very close to him. He heard the sirens go off and the car sped down the road.

Freddie rocked the kitten silently in his arms, praying. He was scared. Nothing ever went well with him. Nothing could get along in his life. But a kitten's death couldn't slip past him this time.

The car stopped outside the humane society building. He was guided inside and led into the back room.

In one rush, Freddie found himself sitting in the waiting room, hands together and head hanging. People passed him, unaware of his presence. But Freddie didn't care. He could only hope for the kitten's life is safe.

The doors opened and Carly and Sam rushed in. They didn't notice him at first, his body so still blending into the scenery, they could've mistaken him for nothing more than a chair.

"Freddie! How are you? How's the kitten? Where are the police? Is the kitty dead? I just called Spencer? How's the kitten?" Carly asked very quickly. Freddie didn't answer.

Sam swallowed and sighed shakily, "Did you let it die, Fredward?" she asked coldly. Freddie looked up at them, bewildered.

"I don't know. They haven't said anything to me yet," Freddie replied, shrugging. Sam licked her lips, her temper growing.

"I was wrong. I should've never left you with that kitten. You have no idea how to take care of things like that. You're hopeless to anyone," Sam said angrily.

"Hopeless? So you don't trust me?" Freddie argued.

But before Sam could reply, the office doors opened and the doctor came out. Freddie held his breath.

"Mr. Benson?" the doctor said, staring at the three teens.

"Yeah. How is he?" Freddie asked, standing up.

"He? You mean 'she'."

"She? It's a girl?"

"Yes."

Freddie shuffled his feet, staring down and waiting for the doctor to say what Sam was right about.

"She's well."

Freddie looked up eagerly, "What?" he asked.

The doctor smiled, "You're smart Freddie. You knew warmth was all that was needed to save her life."

"I guess," Freddie said, shrugging and hands in his pockets.

"She's lucky to live. For being so small. Big heart though, and strong paws for fighting."

Freddie could see Sam smirking. It was her type of cat. Blonde, tough, yet small in size. He knew that she should keep it. Even with Frothy, her other cat.

"I'll leave you three alone to discuss her future." The doctor left. Freddie smiled to himself.

"Wow, Freddie. You saved her life!" Carly praised. Freddie shrugged, modestly.

"It was nothing."

Sam said nothing but stared at her shoes, trying to hide a shy smile that she couldn't get off her face.

"I'll go tell Spencer." Carly ran out of the building, leaving Sam and Freddie alone.

"You gonna answer my question?" Freddie asked, smirking. Sam looked up at him.

"What question, nub?" she asked.

"Don't you trust me?" Freddie repeated. Sam grinned. But it wasn't a sentimental grin, it was her trademark one.

"I'll never trust you Benson, and you'll never trust me. What you did proved nothing. So don't get you're hopes up for a friendship from Mama," Sam said.

"Likewise."

Sam suddenly turned to the door.

"Wait! What about the kitten?" Freddie asked. Sam stopped and turned to him, smirking.

"Eh, you keep her. As a reward. You did good, Freddie." And she left. Freddie stood, rooted in place, smiling.

After filling out the forms, he decided, after many decisions, to name the kitten Sam.