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A/N: I deleted my other story Fearful Love, I didn't see the point in carrying it on as no one really seemed interested in it. But, I have a brand new one coming now!

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"Freddie, guess what!" Sam Puckett squeals down the phone to her best friend, Freddie Benson.

"Erm, I have no idea." Freddie smirks.

Sam could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "Nathan finally proposed!" She grinned.

Freddie froze. "Uh, he did?"

"Yes. Oh, Freddie it was so romantic! He wanted a chill out day, so we stayed in and played stupid games. He asked if we could play hangman so I said yes, and he started off. He used the phrase 'Marry me'."

Freddie inwardly sighed. "Thats fantastic, Sam. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Freddie. Can we meet for dinner tomorrow? I have something really important I want to ask you."

"Sure. The usual?"

"Uh-huh. Well, I should go, I need my beauty sleep. Night."

"Night, Sam." Freddie spoke, and then set the phone down and laying back on his bed. He groaned.

"Why did I leave it to late?!" He asked himself.

~Freddie~
The next day I arrived at Sam and I's usual dinner spot. Sam and I are best friends, we went to the same college and since she grew up, she got nicer and we got closer. Carly went to a college in LA, and now lives in Hollywood as a famous actress. She's not quite A-list yet, maybe B-list or high C-list. Sam is a waitress at Skybucks and I am manager of the pear store.

Here she comes, the golden ball of beauty. Sam walks in wearing a red bandage dress that reaches just below her knees, and a long black coat to keep her warm. Her golden curls flowed down her back, and she had a red pearl bracelet on her left arm. She had on a pair of black peep toe heels, and a pair of black feathered earrings. A cream clutch was held in her right hand and a glittery red lipstick coated her lips.

"Hey Freddie!" She smiled at me. Her lips parting to show her pearly whites.

"Hey you" I smiled back at her.

I got up to hug her, taking in her fruity scent. We sat down and ordered food.

"Okay so, I want to ask you something real important." She said, smiling but I could tell she was nervous.

"Go on." I gave her a reasurring smile and took a sip of my water.

"Well, I know I should pick Carly or Mel to do this, but you know me better than both of them and well Freddie, I would just love it if you would be my maid of honor." She grinned.

I did a spit take.

*~next scene~*

"She asked you to be her WHAT?!" Brad exclaimed, falling over laughing.

"Yeah yeah. Laugh it up." I sighed.

"Did you say yes?"

"No! I did not say yes. I told her I'd think about it. I can't say no."

"Why? Because you're in love with her?" Brad smirked.

"What did you eat for breakfast this morning? I am not in love with Sam. She's my best friend."

"Oh, the best friend that you would drop anything for? The best friend that you walk around holding hands with? The best friend that you constantly go out of your way to touch? Hmm?" He says.

I start pondering the thought. Sure, Sam and I spent all our spare time together. We went out on 'friend dates' a lot. We held hands, cuddled and tell each other we love each other regulary. But surely that doesn't mean I'm in love with her? Right?

Oh my god, I'm in love with Sam.

A/N: Sorry it's short. I hope you like this idea. :)