Chapter 2: iMuffins
Freddie's POV:
Sam, Carly and I love Girly Cow.
I know that seems random, but tonight's the season finale, AKA the first Girly Cow TV Movie.
It's Friday, and earlier today in iCarly we had these three cats from the Angel Shelter of Seattle come in, and we got a lot of comments talking about some… interesting things. Like some normal ones, saying: "Awww." Other awesome ones said that they were going to go to their local shelter now to adopt a troubled animal, and then some ones about how my and Sam's cats were sort of… in love.
I'm not going to deny it. They were in love. And it was obvious to Sam, Carly and I but I didn't know it was that obvious.
But anyway, since we're going to watch this awesome movie, we need snacks, no? So my mom decided to make us brownies. Actually, she asked me to help her. But I told her that I had homework. It wasn't a complete lie, but since it's Friday I have the whole weekend… Shhh.
My mom loves cooking, so she made plain corn muffins, blueberry muffins, cranberry muffins, chocolate chip muffins, and cinnamon muffins. She gave them to me and I brought them to Carly's apartment. Both of my hands were full with the tray of muffins, and my mom wasn't out in the hallway. So just when I was about to knock on Carly's door with my head, Sam came down the hall.
"Hey Freddison," she said, smirking at me.
"Hey, Sam can you help me?" I asked. And I couldn't believe I just asked her that. But I had no choice. It'd be annoying going back to my apartment, or knocking with my head. "Both of my hands are full and I can't knock on or open Carly's door. Could you open it for me?"
"I could," Sam said, "but I have a better idea." She came over to me and just when she was about to flip the tray over so they would all fall on the floor, I quickly exclaimed, "Wait! These are muffins for us to eat!"
Sam bit her lip, seeming to be deciding what to do. She took a cranberry muffin, opened Carly's door, and just as I was about to walk in, she slammed the door in my face.
"Sam!" I shouted. Then I smirked. "What about the muffins?"
She opened the door, took the tray from me, then slammed the door with her elbow.
I tried to open the door but apparently, she locked it. So I decided to just knock, and Carly answered the door. She smiled and said, "Hey!"
"Thank you!" I exclaimed. I walked in and sat on the couch. "Sam locked me out."
"You're surprised?" Carly laughed. She was on the far right of the couch and I was on the far left. The tray of muffins was on the coffee table in front of us.
Sam plopped down in the middle of Carly and I. "Yes!" she exclaimed, seeming happy, "I get to be right in front of the muffins!"
I laughed, and then I looked at my watch. It was 8:59. "Whoa, guys, a minute until Girly Cow!"
Carly ran over to the light switch and turned the lights off as Sam turned on the TV.
We watched, laughed, and ate the delicious, moist muffins for a while until it was the commercial break. We all got up and stretched. Carly said, "Oh my gosh, I ate too many muffins. I can't eat anymore. I can't even look at them. I need to resist the temptation! You too share." She took the tray and put all of the muffins into a bowl.
"All right, more for mama," Sam said, licking her lips as she stared at the bowl of muffins Carly brought over.
I couldn't help but frown. I sort of liked being right next to Sam, our arms touching. But Carly put a bowl between us. Then she sat down where she was, and soon the commercial break ended.
Sam and I kept eating our muffins, when suddenly, something really weird happened. I reached for the muffins, and I felt a static shock.
Muffins don't give people static shocks.
So I looked down to see that Sam was reaching for the muffins at the same time.
And our hands touched. Nothing special, though. It's not like we were holding hands or something. Just finger-to-finger, knuckle-to-knuckle.
But it was weird. I would expect her to just pick up the muffin and eat it like I thought she would want to do. Instead, she kept her hand there.
And I was really craving a chocolate chip muffin. But you know what? I kept my hand there too. Her hand was so soft, so cold. I wanted to just hold it and warm it.
But we both kept our hands there for the rest of the movie. We didn't make eye contact once, but I felt some sort of chemistry between our hands.
I liked it.
