A/N: Welcome to iLive The Good Life! I got one vote to keep iWin the Lottery, and
another to make a sequel to it, so I'll be adding a prologue and epilogue to this story.
Hope that satisfies you, Chad1998 :). As you'd expect, this story is about what happens
after iWin The Lottery. Sam and Freddie's triplets start to grow up, there might be some
new relationships, and some other stuff along the way. I haven't forgotten about that last
tarantula name submission ;) Gonna try to keep the cars in this story more mainstream.
Anyways, enjoy!
iLive The Good Life: Prologue
-Eight Years Ago-
"Ever considered knocking?" Samantha Benson asked as her twin sister Melanie entered
her house.
"It's not like you didn't do it to Carly all through high school." Melanie chuckled. "Did all
your lottery stuff go through?"
"Yup, everything's all done," Sam smiled.
"Where's your husband?" Melanie inquired.
"The nub should be on his way home from work now," Sam told her sister.
"Well, mom called today and she's found yet another boyfriend," Mel rolled her eyes. "She
'thinks' that he's the one."
"Not the first time she's 'thought' that," Sam remembered. "Has she been taking care of
that little station wagon I lent her?"
"Don't worry, Sam. Mom actually mentioned herself that she's been treating it well." Mel
assured.
"I better not find any 'leftovers' in the back..." Sam muttered.
"You really think she's gonna bang him in the back of your car?" Mel questioned, not
really surprised.
"Who knows. Let's just hope that Freddumb made a good choice when he bought that
old ass car off Zaplook," Sam said.
"Yeah, it isn't...perfect, but according to some research I did the car will last a long time,"
Mel stated, pulling out her PearPad.
"Dude, I didn't say I needed to see it. The damn thing doesn't even have power windows!"
Sam said. "All I know is that it better be able to get us around."
"Hey honey, I'm home!" Fredward Benson sarcastically said, walking in the house.
"You haven't known me long enough to know not to call me that?" Sam laughed.
"Alright...we'll stick to the old nerdy petnames," Freddie calmly replied, chuckling. "Where
are the triplets?"
"Upstairs and sleeping," Sam responded. "They've been sleeping better lately."
"I've noticed," Melanie smiled. "Are you glad you can work from home now, Sam?"
"Is that a question?" Sam asked. "Of course I am! I can be a stay at home mom and get
paid for it!"
"You know you still-" Freddie attempted.
"Shuddup, Freddork," Sam commanded.
"What happened with Carly and Gibby's relationship?" Mel questioned, remembering that
she hadn't talked to Carly in a while.
"Gibby's been keeping it steady with her, and Tasha hasn't done anything," Freddie said.
"She'd better not do shit!" Sam exclaimed. "I'll pummel her senseless!"
"Sam, we don't need you getting arrested again. This time, you'll go to jail. Not juvie,
but jail," Freddie said. "We have children to raise."
"Yeah, yeah, Fredward," Sam rolled her eyes. "I'm past that."
"Anyway, how about we get some dinner?" Mel suggested.
"How about Freddie gets it and we stay here?" Sam corrected, earning her an eye roll
from her husband.
"I picked up some vegan food and ham on the way home. Then I stopped at a thrift
shop," Freddie said. "Oh yeah, I left the bag in the car."
"You think he went to that shitty one out on the main road?" Sam asked her sister.
"You mean the one that has weeds showing through the cracks in the parking lot?" Mel
asked. "As much as it pains me to say this, I think so."
"I'm not touching whatever's in that bag. Probably something gross,"
Sam said.
"Oh really?" Freddie asked, holding an old Fat Cake sign. "Got this for you."
"Oh my gosh! I should start collecting old Fat Cake stuff!" Sam exclaimed, taking the sign
from her husband.
"Otherwise known as memorabilia..."
"Uh...I'm gonna go start getting dinner ready," Mel said, rushing off to the kitchen.
"You know I really do love you right?" Sam said. "Even though I don't really show it too
often."
"I know you do, Sam. I've loved being your husband for so long, and I love you," Freddie
sincerely said.
"I love you too." Sam said. "Now, go help feed Mama. Yes, both Mamas."
-Present Time-
"Speak now or forever hold your peace," the Father McGarthy said. The audience was silent...for a few seconds.
"Carly Shay should not marry Gibby Gibson!" Tasha shouted.
"Why shouldn't he?!" Carly shouted back.
"I was Freddie's FIRST girlfriend!" Tasha yelled. "I'M the one for him!"
"That won't stop me from marrying him! Continue, Father McGarthy!" Carly shouted.
"You better not!" Tasha screeched, launching herself at Carly.
"Looks like we've got a cat fight," Sam stated. "I wish I could break it up, but I'm not
getting arrested again."
"Good call, Sam. We'll just have to wait it out," Freddie said.
"Hey! Hey!" A security guard shouted, stopping the fight between Carly and Tasha.
"Break it up! Break it up!"
"GREAT! You ruined my wedding!" Carly screamed, looking at her torn dress. "Gibby, tell her to get out! I don't
even know how she got in anyway! She wasn't even invited!"
"I-I need some time to think, Carly." Gibby mumbled, rushing out of the room.
"Gibby! Come back!" Carly begged, dropping to her knees.
"Uh...let's get you out of here, Carls. No hard feelings, McGarthy." Sam said. "A little help,
nub?"
"Sure. Gladys, Dar, Tammy?" Freddie called. "Come on, we've got to go."
Sam, Freddie, Carly, and the triplets piled into Freddie and Sam's car and drove home.
A/N: So, how was the prologue? Good? Bad? Let me know in a review if you would,
please!