Burn
"Mother of ham!" Sam angrily exclaimed.
"What did you do?" Carly asked, running into her kitchen.
"I burned myself on the stupid frying pan," she replied, wincing as she looked at her red hand.
"Oh, it looks pretty bad," Carly said, looking at her hand closely. "I'll go get some ointment from the medicine cabinet."
Just as Carly ran to get the ointment, Freddie walked in.
"Hey," he greeted Sam.
"Not now, nub."
"What's wrong with your hand?" he asked, concerned.
"I burnt it, okay?"
"Since when do you cook?"
"Since Spencer ran out of good food. I was trying to make my own version of the Fat Cake."
"With mustard, jam, cereal, ice cream and hot dogs?" Freddie asked, looking into the pan.
"I would've added bacon but Spencer's a pig and ate it all."
"Why would you even think that would taste good?"
"Why would you think it wouldn't?"
"Let me see your hand," he sighed.
Sam put out her hand.
"It doesn't look too bad," he said. "It'll probably just hurt a little for a few days. Did you put anything on it yet?"
"Carly's getting ointment, but she's taking forever."
"Here," he said, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a stick of butter. "Let me rub this on it."
"Butter?" Sam frowned.
"Trust me, my mom taught me all about home remedies for injuries," he said. He rubbed a little on the burn. Sam winced at first, but then the pain began to subside.
"Hey, it worked!"
"You're welcome," Freddie said.
"Now I can get back to my creation."
"Seriously? No thank you, Puckett?" Freddie said. "Here I am, being the kind boyfriend, and I don't even get a little gratitude for-"
He was interrupted as Sam's lips crashed into his.
"There," she said once they broke apart. "Now stop your whining and go find Mama some hot sauce."
