A/N: I don't own iCarly

Super Seddie 100 Word Challenge

Muffins-Sam's POV

It was a Friday afternoon as I stormed into the apartment that Carly and Spencer shared with Carly right behidn me. I was muttering under my breath and I'm sure that I looked crazy. On the walk to Bushwell from school, I had been running my hands through my hair. I had almost made it out of school with no homework, until last period when my luck went down the drain. Sure I probably wouldn't have ended up doing any of it, but this one I had to do. Last period was my Cooking class, and usually it was favorite. I have an A and everything, and the teacher actually likes me. I think the fact that I eat 24/7 has made me into an okay cook. Too bad my teacher decided to give us the assignment of making muffins over the weekend. I threw myself onto Carly's couch, put a pillow over my face and screamed. Carly just stood there laughing. I knew I had to actually make the muffins, because for once I was going to get an A in a class. I had to do it. Then, I had an idea.

"Hey, Carls?" She looked at me, and knew what I was going to say before I said it. Sometimes its a burden that we're so close. It's like she can read my mind.

"I can't help you with your muffins, Sam. I have a date tonight." Of course she did. Carly always had a date. There was a knock on the door and a few seconds later, our nerdy tech-producer Freddie walked in. Carly said hi, and I just grunted in his general direction. There was no way I was going to acknowledge him, especially in the mood I was in. Carly turned to me, one eyebrow raised, and nodded to Freddie with her head. I knew what she meant, and I sat up a little straighter.

"Hey, Fredward...any hot dates tonight?" He rolled his eyes at me, and sat down on the couch as far away from me as he could get. "When do I ever have dates, Sam? Let alone hot ones..." He made it so easy to tease him. I didn't even have to say anything.

"Good, then you can help me with my muffins!" He let out a groan, and shot me his 'Seriously, I need to help you?' look, that I see all the time. He looked over at Carly, and she nodded at him. Thank ham he listens to whatever she says. "Fine, Sam. I'll help you with your stupid muffins."

We ended up watching a movie before Carly ran upstairs to get ready for her date. Tonight's winner was a boy from her math class. After she left, with an eye roll from Freddie after the door was closed, I jumped off the couch.

"Come on, Fredweirdo lets get baking!" He got up with a grumble and shuffled over to the kitchen. I had already taken the ingredients out that we needed, and I dug the recipe out of my pocket, excited and surprised when I found a piece of beef jerky, which I hastily ate. That move earned me an eye roll from Mr. Nub, which I returned.

"Can we get this over with Sam?"

"Is it that bad helping me Freddie? Does it hurt?" Once again he grumbled and came across the kitchen to join me at the counter. "What do I have to do?" I instructed him to crack the eggs, and a few other things, and in about five minutes we had the batter ready for our chocolate chip muffins. I wanted to make them ham flavored but Freddie was against it. Stupid nub. I dipped a spoon into the batter, realizing that I liked muffin batter more than actual muffins. Suddenly I had an idea.

"Want some, Freddo?" I dipped the spoon into the bowl, but instead of handing it to him, I flicked it, and a sticky blob of batter landed with a satisfying splat on his forehead and began to drip down his face. He lifted a finger and scraped it off his forehead. Instead of giving me a dirty look and washing his hand, he stuck the batter in his mouth and started to laugh. The next thing I knew, he was darting towards the bowl, and the next thing I knew I felt his hand on my cheek, along with the thick sticky batter. Then, his face was very close to mine, and it sent a chill down my spine.

"Game on, Puckett." I couldn't help but smile. I raised an eyebrow as if to accept his challenge, and over the next thing I knew, we were both covered in batter and on the floor of the kitchen, with our backs against the counter. I had batter in my hair, caked on my face, and all over my clothes. Freddie was no different. I looked over at him and he was smiling. When he saw me looking he turned his head and stared at me. His smile got wider, and I noticed that he had really nice, straight white teeth, even though he never had braces. He started to lean towards me, and I could feel my eyes get wide. He kissed my cheek and his hand found mine on the floor. Our fingers came together, as if they had been doing so for years, and I was so confused that I couldn't even say anything. All I knew was that I would be making muffins with the nerd a lot more often.