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#2-Muffins:

Ding!

Sam grinned as she rushed over to oven, opening the door, and taking out a hot tray of muffins. Carly stared at her in awe that Sam wasn't even wearing oven gloves. But she was Sam and Sam never had a food weakness.

"MMMmmmMMM! Mama is pleased!" Sam said, setting the muffins on a cooling tray.

"Why are you suddenly into cooking?" Carly asked as she walked over to the tray.

"I've always liked cooking. It's just I've been...so...busy," Sam fidgeted with a couple of muffins papers.

"With what?"

"...School."

Carly rolled her eyes jokingly and went to the fridge for some iced tea.

"So, what flavors are these?" Carly asked pouring some tea into her red plastic cup.

"Well," Sam started, gesturing her friend to the cooling tray, "These are pumpkin muffins, these are cranberry muffins, this are chocolate muffins and these are ham muffins."

"Ham muffins?" Carly repeated, after taking a sip.

"Yeah. For Mama, of course."

"Of course."

The door suddenly opened and Freddie entered. He wore a blue polo shirt with a long white sleeve under it. Sam could never admit it but that was the only thing she didn't mind him wearing.

"Buenos dias, senoritas!" Freddie greeted, grinning. More Spanish, but the biggest question was why? (A/N: Seriously, what's up with all the Spanish?)

"Hey Freddie."

"What's up Fredhead," Sam greeted to her dorky foe.

Freddie walked to the kitchen, grinning as he saw the cooling tray of muffins. He took notice of the chocolate ones.

"Oooooo! I see muffins!" Freddie exclaimed, drawing nearer to the tray.

"Yeah, but you can't touch them Benson!" Sam slapped his hand away. He cried out in pain and backed behind Carly.

"Why not!" he fought back.

"Cuz she made them," Carly replied before Sam could. She knew that anything Sam could make Freddie would never eat. Freddie nodded his head in realization.

"Anyhow, I need someone to taste them," Sam said, rubbing her hands together eagerly.

"I'm out," Carly said before Freddie could have a chance to. He glared at his friend as she hurried out of the room.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Freddie asked, hands in his pockets.

"Just sit down and I'll give you each flavor. But note nub: each muffin contains a secret ingredient. So try and guess."

Freddie nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. The first muffin was the pumpkin. It looked utterly delicious yet Freddie was cautious. He knew Sam too well and she could've put anything into the muffin. Yet, if Carly were to judge the muffins, she would never poison them.

He took a bite. He gagged.

"Oh dear god! What's in here?" Freddie barely managed to say, throwing the muffin on the table and spitting into a napkin.

"Guess," she simply replied. Freddie moved his tongue around in the inside of his mouth.

"P-Potatoes?" he stammered, his face disgusted.

"Ah huh!" Sam replied proudly.

"Okay, next," Sam demanded. Freddie looked up at her.

"Sam, I-I-I don't think-"

"Nobody cares what you think Benson so just taste the next muffin," Sam snapped. Freddie rolled his eyes as he reached for the next muffin. He was scared now. The more muffins that are to come, to worse they'll taste.

He took a bite out of the cranberry muffin. He could've hurled.

"Oh sugar fairies! What's wrong with you Puckett?!" Freddie bellowed, flushing from the taste and anger.

"What's the ingredient?" Sam sang, smiling. Freddie wiped his mouth and threw the muffin in the living room.

"Mustard."

"Excellente!" Sam said. Freddie glared at her.

"Using Spanish, I see," Freddie remarked.

"You use it too much, Fredward. It's contagious," Sam replied. Freddie smirked.

"Next one."

The last one was the chocolate one. There were bits of milk and white chocolate in it, from what Freddie could see.

With his hands shaking, Freddie took the smallest bite out of the muffin. He was utterly surprised.

"Well?" Sam asked, hands crossed with a smirk on her face.

"Wow, this is," Freddie looked up at her, smiling, "really good!"

"Well, who doesn't love chocolate?" Sam said.

"Yeah, but," Freddie stood up and walked over to her, "why didn't you put something disgusting in that one?"

Sam shrugged, "I don't know. You're not bad Benson, or anything. Some people must give you a whole lot of crap by the way you were taking each taste out of the muffins. You deserve a little-," Sam took a deep breath, slowly facing Freddie, eyes sparkling, "-appreciation."

Hopefully the ending was okay. Tomorrow will be a good one though. Thanks for reading. Plz review and subcribe!