Chapter One: September

Yay! The sequel to A Lot Can Change in 12 Months. I was gonna wait longer to write this, but just couldn't wait.

Anywho, those of you looking at this who haven't read the first story, I guess you don't have to if you don't feel like it.

But there's a lot of adorable Seddie moments in it. So you should consider reading it.

Sam

I walked into the Shay's apartment. Spencer and Becky were still on their honeymoon in Ireland. Carly and Spencer's dad paid for the plane tickets, but Becky knew some people who own a cute bed and breakfast. They let Becky and Spencer stay there for free as a wedding gift. Those two were getting a lot of things without paying. First the engagement ring, then the wedding venue. Lucky them.

Carly was sitting on her couch looking at pictures.

"What cha doin', Carls?" I asked as I sat down next to her on the couch.

"Looking at the wedding pictures."

I picked up a pile-there was about a million piles-and began to look through them. I couldn't help but laugh at all the goofy ones we took in the limo. I cracked up when I saw a picture of Carly and Griffen making out.

"What's so funny?" Carly asked.

I showed her the picture, and she gasped. "Who would've taken a picture of something so private?"

"Dude. You were making out in front of everyone at the wedding."

She squinted at me. "You know who took it."

"Maybe."

"It was Becky, wasn't it?"

"Did she figure she could use it as blackmail in the future if she needed to?"

"Oh yeah."

"Did you give her the idea?"

"I might have."

She laughed and threw a pillow at me. "You're such a terrible person."

"Yet you still love me."

"i will if you get me some iced tea."

"OK." I got up and went into the kitchen.

I heard the door open, and Carly yelled, "Freddie's here!"

"Hey, Fredicini," I said as I walked over and handed Carly her drink.

He gave me a quick kiss-the stupid nub can still make my heart pound with even the simplest kiss-and sat down next to me with his own pile of pictures.

He looked confused. "I don't remember any of this."

"What?" I asked. I grabbed the picture. It was Becky and Spencer cutting into a cake. The cake was a giant pig with a bride and groom riding on its back. "I don't remember this either. Is that the wedding cake?"

"Yup," Carly said.

"Why don't we remember it?" Freddie asked.

"I believe that was around the time you guys went upstairs."

I punched Freddie."You made me miss the cake!"

"You were the one who took me upstairs!"

"It's no my fault I can't resist you!" Freddie smiled, and Carly chuckled. "Did I just say that out loud?"

Carly nodded.

"You think I'm irresistible?" Freddie asked.

I slapped him. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Don't worry, Puckett. I feel the same." He leaned in and kissed me. But before it got too steamy, Carly cleared her throat. I had forgotten she was there for a second.

"As much as I hate to interrupt your make out session," she said, "but I need to give you each a copy of this picture."

We both took a copy. It was me and Freddie dancing to some slow song at the wedding. Our foreheads were touching, and we were looking lovingly into each other's eyes. Dammit. People were right about our cuteness.

"Did Becky take this?" I asked.

"Duh."

"There are several copies of this picture, aren't there?"

"Your wonderful cousin made sure of that."

"How many copies?" Freddie asked.

I was wondering the same thing. Knowing Becky, there could be millions.

"Well," Carly began, "one for Sam, one for Freddie, one for me, one for Becky and Spencer, one for Melanie, one for Sam's mom, one for Gibby, one for Wendy, and one for Freddie's mom."

"Why does Crazy want the picture?" I asked, referring to Freddie's mom.

"Because it's cute."

"Please, Carly," Freddie said. "There's more to it than that. It's my mom we're talking about."

Carly sighed. "She's making a scrapbook of your love. She plans on giving it to you on your wedding day."

"Holy chiz," both Freddie and I said.

"It's actually a good idea," Carly said.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I thought it was a little insane.

"I'm doing it for Spencer and Becky's one year wedding anniversary in August."

"How far into their relationship are you going back?" I asked.

"Halloween. I think that's when they first noticed they were attracted to each other."

"I'm sure it had nothing to do with Becky's slutty outfit and powerful flirting skills."

Freddie laughed. "Becky's not a subtle person."

I nodded in agreement. "Have fun living with that, Carls."

Freddie

Carly had a "date" with Griffen-their code for sex and not so subtle way of telling us to get lost-so Sam and I ended up at my place for dinner.

"So," Sam said to my mom. "I hear you're making a scrapbook for me and Freddie."

"Sam!" I yelled. We clearly weren't supposed to know about it.

"Carly told you?!" mom screamed.

"Yup. Here." Sam handed her the picture everyone loved so much.

My mom snatched it out of Sam's hand. "I can't believe she told you. I'm going to go put this away." She stomped out of the room.

"Your mom buy a new ham?" Sam asked.

"Yup."

"Sweet!" she happily ran to the kitchen.

I looked down at the picture. People always tell me and Sam how cute we are, but I didn't truly believe it until I saw that picture.

I smelled ham then felt Sam's chin rest on my shoulder. "Why you looking at that picture so dreamily?"

"Now I get why everyone calls us cute."

"You're such a sap, Fredloser." She stuffed a slice of ham into my mouth, kissed my cheek, jumped onto my couch, and turned on the TV.

Carly

It was a week later. I watched Sam bang her head against her locker.

"It's only been a few days back at school, and this place is already driving me crazy," Sam said.

I laughed. "Sam, it can't be that bad."

"I already have detention!"

"Well, maybe it had something to do with you throwing your text book at Ms. Briggs."

"Bitch assigned homework on the first day of school!" She began to bang her head again.

Freddie and Gibby came up to us.

"What's she doing?" Gibby asked.

"Taking her stress out on her head," I told him.

Freddie shook his head and walked up to her. He grabbed her head and said, "Stop that."

"No!" Sam whined.

"Today isn't all bad, darling," he said to her.

I find it sweet that they call each other darling. Well, mostly Freddie does, but Sam lets it slip occasionally.

"And why is it not so bad?" she asked.

"Don't you remember?" i said.

"Remember what?"

"Spencer and Becky are coming back today!"

Sam's eyes lit up. "Are you gonna make a special dinner?" she asked me.

"Yup. Spaghetti tacos and bacon."

"Yes!" She turned to Freddie. "Fredward, since I'm in such a good mood, we're going to go make out in your car."

"But we have class," Gibby said.

Sam smacked him. "I'm sure Freddie would rather have Mama's lips than a pop quiz." She then pulled Freddie in the direction of the parking lot.

"We have a pop quiz?!" Gibby screamed, then ran off to class.

I laughed at the craziness of my friends, and walked to class.

"Are you sure I should be here?" Griffen asked I was preparing dinner.

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Well, Spencer isn't really a fan of me."

"Oh, he'll get over it."

"Maybe I should just go."

"NO! Please stay, baby? I don't want it to be just me and two couples." I pouted.

"OK. I'll stay." He came up to me, and gave me a wonderful kiss.

Sam kicked in the door. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything!" she yelled.

"Sam!" Freddie scolded. "I told you to knock. What if we walked in on them getting it on?"

"Please," I said. "I wouldn't do it right before Spencer and Becky arrive. Becky would be able to tell before she even walked through the door."

Sam nodded. "This is true."

We heard the voices of people coming down the hall.

"It's them!" Sam yelled happily.

Becky kicked the door in, just like Sam. "Sammie! Carly! Freddie!" she screeched, ran up to us, and wrapped us into a group hug.

Spencer walked in holding all the luggage. "Can I get some help here?"

Griffen and Freddie ran over to assist.

"I bought a lot of shit," Becky told us. She sniffed the air. "Do I smell bacon?"

"Yup. I made bacon and spaghetti tacos to celebrate your homecoming," I told her.

"I think I'm going to like having a little sister."

"Carly, that was a great dinner," Spencer said.

"Thanks. So how was the honeymoon?" I asked.

"Freaking awesome!" Becky said. "I got to introduce Spencer to all my Irish friends. We all got so wasted at this local pub-"

"Becky!" Spencer said. "Talking about getting drunk is not setting a positive example."

"What? We're both old enough to drink. And we were in Ireland for Christ's sake. They have awesome beer."

"Is it just me, or has Becky's swearing gotten worse?" Sam asked.

"Her Irish friends swear a lot," Spencer said.

"It'll die down," Becky told us.

Sam smiled at her favorite cousin. "You have no idea how much I missed you Becky."

"AW! I missed you too, Sammie!" Becky hugged her tightly.

Becky was very into hugs that night. She even hugged Griffen when he left.

"Can I spend the night here?" Sam asked after Freddie escaped Becky's hug and went back to his place.

"Of course. I stacked up on extra ham in anticipation."

"And that's why you're my best friend."

I hope you all liked that.

Fun fact: I'm watching iDate a Bad Boy as we speak.