This is one of the few times that you will read from someone besides Sam's POV. I won't let you know who this person is but you can guess. It's only three lines from "secret's" pov but it's good enough. The rest of the chapter is Sam's. Also, I don't know how to spell tapenade but word said that it's a word..so...

Secret Person's POV(you can probably guess):

"Nevel's only eleven?" Freddie asked.

"Yes, now stop speaking," Sam told him.

I looked at the two and smiled. Anyone could tell they were meant to be.

Sam's POV:

"WOW! He kissed you!" Freddie shouted. "Jerk!" He paused and looked at the ground. "Come show my lips exactly what he did!" I rolled my eyes. Couldn't he see that him and Carly were NEVER going to happen.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Carly said.

"You just keep makin' out with your stuffed animals," I told him as I got up off the couch and shoved him back a little. He glared at me a little then got up behind me. I took a quiet deep breath as I felt Freddie getting closer to me. "So what happened after he kissed you?" I asked Carly.

"I pushed tapenade in his face and he got all furious and said I'd rue the day."

"What is tapenade?" I asked.

"A spread made of olives and garlic." Freddie and I looked at each other and said ew at the same time. "It's actually kind of good, but I can't explain it."

"And what did he mean you'd rue the day?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah, what does rue mean?" I asked.

"No one knows!" Carly said.

"I got it right here," Spencer said. Then he explained rew which wasn't rue. Then we found out that rue meant to regret the day. Great.

"You know what this means," Freddie said.

"Of course. He's going to make me regret shoving tapenade in his face and trash iCarly on his stupid website."

"We're dead!" Freddie said. Carly left the room and Freddie was standing by the door.

Suddenly, Spencer said something random. "Why isn't it cold in here?" Five seconds later, "Toasty the baker! OH GOD!" Spencer ran off to the kitchen and on the floor was a giant pile of butter. Then it seemed as if Spencer was having a heart attack or a major meltdown. "TOASTY!"

"Gross, it's like a giant baby threw up," I said.

"WHY?" Spencer yelled holding melted butter in his hands.

I looked at Freddie. "I told you not to turn the heat up!"

"What? I never even-"

"It's too late for an apology."

"But I didn't-"

"It's okay!" Spencer yelled at us. "I just need a mop and twenty-eight more pounds of butter!" He opened the door and Mrs. Benson was standing there.

"Freddie, are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes, mom," He said.

"He's fine, but I really got to-"

"You know he's allergic to fruit?" Mrs. Benson asked Spencer.

I looked at Freddie and stuck out my lower lip. "Aw, who's got a fruit problem?"

Freddie glared at me and said, "Not me." He turned to his mom. "I am not allergic to fruit!"

"Well, what if you were? He'd probably give you and orange and then your face would puff up," Mrs. Benson told him.

Ha. Freddie with a puffy face, puffy eyes, puffy nose, puffy lips, puffy chin, puffy cheeks, puffy lips, nice lips…Wait a second! "I would love that!" I said. Freddie turned and smacked my arm and I glared at him.

Then Spencer and Mrs. Benson started talking about butter. Spencer ran off and Mrs. Benson chased him. I looked at Freddie. "DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!" I shouted.

Freddie screamed and started running away. I started chasing him. He was almost out the backdoor when I grabbed him and tackled him on the ground. I was lying on top of him and I could tell he was freaking out. "HIT ME AGAIN AND PAY THE PRICE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Yes!" Freddie gasped.

"Remember, Mamma plays to win." I climbed off of Freddie just when Mrs. Benson came in.

"Freddie?" She screamed.

"He slipped in the butter!" I told her then I ran off.

Nevel walked into his house. Carly was on the couch and Freddie and I were standing against the wall and we were very very close. We had told his mom about what he had done about our webshow and now he was in trouble.

"Now go to your room and write a good review about they're webshow!" His mom told him.

"Which you love a lot." Carly said.

"Yeah, Papperman!" Freddie shouted.

"Go on," Nevel's mother said.

Nevel walked by Carly then turned. "Can I call you?"

"Get out of here!" Carly shouted.

He walked by me and Freddie and stopped and looked at us. Then we started sneezing and coughing on him and he ran off. I rolled my eyes at Nevel and stood back in normal position next to Freddie.