AN = Hey! I'm back with a new story! YAY! So this is actually an anonymous request; it's taken me months to do and I'm quite happy with how it turned out. It's gonna be a two-shot, so stay tuned for that. And yeah, I've never written one like this before so I read a few examples but I'm still a bit confused. I got confused whether to put 'she' or 'he' for each character even though they were the opposite genders. So if I have written either of those words, they are in air quotes. Anyways, please enjoy! x
Agreement
To begin with, it was just another day... But I couldn't say that was how it ended...
"Sam? Freddie? Are you guys-Really?" Carly walked into her living room and unsurprising to her, her two best friends were kissing.
They both quickly broke apart and flung themselves to opposite sides of the sofa upon noticing Carly's presence.
"What did I say about that?" Carly asked them both. She was sick of it already. They were getting married in a months time! They weren't teenagers anymore, and there were more important things than lip-locking.
"Sorry," the two muttered simultaneously.
"That's okay," Carly said, sitting down between them both, clipboard in her hand, "Now, then, Sam, have you decided what wedding dress you want?"
Sam pulled a sour expression on her face. "...No."
"Sam!" the brunette yelled, "I told you that we need to order it today so it will get here on time."
"Chill, Carls. I'll just get one from that new bridal shop in the mall. Easy."
"I will not chill!" Her eyes glared over at Freddie, who was sat trying to stop himself from laughing but terribly failing. "You can stop laughing, mister! It's your wedding too, you know."
"I know," he mumbled, sighing.
"Okay, so, Sam, you are going to that shop tomorrow with me. And, Freddie, just make sure you pick up your suit before twenty-four hours until the wedding," Carly instructed, dropping down onto the armchair beside the couch.
"Boys have it so easy," Sam stated, standing up and heading towards the fridge.
"No, they don't!" Freddie exclaimed, also standing up then walking over to the fridge where Sam was.
"Aww, geez. Here we go again," Carly muttered.
"'Here we go again'? What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, hearing Carly's comment.
"I just mean that you're not kids anymore, and you are starting another stupid argument!"
"Carly's right," Freddie agreed, "But girls still have it easier."
"They so do not!" Sam shouted, stepping closer to him.
"It's a shame we can't switch it up to find out, isn't it?" Carly joked. She saw the look on the couples' faces. Then she started to chuckle nervously. "That was not a suggestion," she added quickly.
Sam pretended not to hear Carly. "Let's switch it up. Good idea, Carls!"
"Alright, it's on," Freddie said, accepting the challenge. "Deal, Sam?"
"No deal!" Carly said, answering for Sam, crossing her fingers.
"Deal," Sam smirked, shaking Freddie's hand. She then turned to Carly. "Could you get me a notebook? I wanna write down some rules so this nub doesn't find a way to cheat at this."
Freddie rolled his eyes. "I'd cheat?"
"You think I'd cheat?"
"No, but neither would I!"
"Hmm, debatable. You'd do anything to beat Mama," she muttered. "And hey, no hard feeling, baby."
Rule 1 - Freddie does all the bride stuff with Carly while Sam does all the groom stuff with the guys.
"This is so stupid!" Carly whined, walking down the road to the bridal store with Freddie.
"Not really. I know Sam will cave before me," Freddie stated.
"I doubt it. If you don't remember, she is a tomboy. But I think it's good for you too, considering Sam doesn't like to wear skirts and dresses."
"Told you it'll be fine. And if this does carry on for a while, I don't think you will let us get married like this, will you?"
"You should be surprised I'm even letting you do this a month before the biggest day of your life!"
'I wonder how Sam is getting on,' Freddie thought to himself, shaking 'her' head. 'She' never thought 'she' would ever be on the way to a bridal shop for 'her' wedding dress. Although, 'she' never thought 'she' would ever be marrying Sam, 'her' frenemy from a young age.
"And I know you will probably both cave at the same time," Carly mumbled, hoping Freddie hadn't heard her.
But Freddie did hear. "What makes you say that?"
"Do you remember when you were both sixteen, and I challenged you both to not kiss for a week?" she asked, chuckling at the memory.
"No, not really."
"I know I remember it well. Especially when I caught you both kissing on day six!" Carly shook her head.
Freddie chuckled. "Sounds like us."
- Flashback -
"Yeah, okay, Spencer! I'll be back in a minute." Sixteen-year-old Carly Shay called down the hall to her brother.
She ran down the hall to her apartment. Quickly, she fiddled with the key in the lock. As she opened the door, all the lights were out. She reached to turn them on.
"Samantha Joy Puckett! Fredward Karl Benson!" she screamed as the room lit up. To her amusement, her two best friends were caught up in their own little world. Lip-locking.
The two split apart. Sam threw herself off the sofa, falling onto the floor in the process. Freddie quickly stood up, trying to wipe off Sam's lipstick from his lips unsuccessfully.
Carly felt so victorious. She was the one who challenged her best friends, her favourite couple, that they couldn't kiss for a week. Sam even did the maths to try to convince Carly they could manage it. Although, Carly wasn't so sure she could trust them alone most of the time, in case they were kissing behind her back, which they were.
"Well. Well. Well," Carly smirked. "What did I say?"
Neither of them replied. Silence.
Carly's smirk turned into a big smile as she began to laugh uncontrollably.
Sam and Freddie looked at each other.
"What's so funny?" Sam asked, trying to get up from the floor. She grabbed onto one of the blankets on the sofa but she just fell again, pulling the blanket onto the floor with her.
"You two," Carly continued to laugh. "I knew you couldn't do it."
"Yeah, yeah," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "You're just so happy that we proved you right."
"Well, yeah, but I knew you couldn't do it! You practically starve without each other's lips."
Once again, Carly was right. The couple both blushed.
- End Of Flashback -
Presently, they had both stopped walking while Carly was telling Freddie what she remembered from that week when they were sixteen.
"Exactly. If you can't even last a week without any lip-locking, how on earth can you last god knows how long as a different gender?" Carly asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fair point," Freddie sighed. "But I'm still not giving up."
"Whatever you say," Carly muttered, starting to walk again. "You'll be begging me to persuade Sam to drop this bet when you see the wedding dresses..."
Rule 2 - Switch clothes.
Meanwhile, the other side of Seattle, Sam was chilling on the sofa in their living room in their new house. 'He' heard the front door open and close so 'he' put the chicken leg down and dragged 'himself' into the hallway.
"Oh, hey, mum," 'he' greeted.
"Sammy, what do you think you are doing?" she exclaimed angrily, crossing her arms.
Sam frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Carly told me that you're 'switching places' with Freddie for a while?"
"Yeah, that's right," Sam smirked proudly.
"Well, it will be over before the wedding, right?" 'his' mum asked, sounding awfully concerned.
Sam chuckled and shook 'his' head slightly, "Did Carly put you up to this?"
"No!" 'his' mum replied quickly. "Of course she didn't! What makes you say that?"
Sam didn't believe 'his' mother for a second. Carly hated the idea of their wedding being the wrong way round; she always thought it would be really sweet for Sam's name to be Sam Benson, instead of Puckett. But even though their brunette friend complained about it for two days straight about it, Sam wasn't declaring Freddie the winner. Sam wasn't losing out on a thousand bucks!
"How much is Carly paying you?"
"What?" Pam asked, still acting clueless.
"How much?" Sam insisted, giving 'his' mother a look.
"Twenty bucks."
"I'll give you forty just to let us get on with this."
"Make it fifty."
Sam groaned. "Fine. Fifty."
Sam led Pam into the newly furnished living room. Sam grabbed the purse, that was just slung over the arm of one of the sofas, and reached for some money.
"Fifty," 'he' said, placing the money in Pam's hand.
"Thank you," Pam turned towards the door. "Nice seeing you again, Sam. I'll see you at the church."
'That was a quick visit.' Sam thought, 'At least that means there are fewer people left to complain about this.'
Sam then sat back down on the sofa as Pam left the house and began to devour the chicken leg once more and decided to text Freddie to see how it was going.
Hey, baby. How's it going? Has Carly killed you yet? By the way, I can't believe you only own striped shirts! Although, I am pulling this look off quite well. And you should be so happy I don't wear skirts and dresses. See you later. x
Rule 3 - The winner MUST pay the winner one thousand bucks, no excuses.
It was late. Very late. And Freddie had only just got home from shopping with Carly. 'She' was greeted by Sam, who was sat on the sofa eating ice cream. 'He' had long finished the bucket of chicken 'he' had to buy 'himself' since Freddie was out.
"Hey. How did it go?" Sam asked, moving over to make room for Freddie.
"Badly," Freddie muttered, dropping down beside Sam. "I don't know how you ever manage shopping with her."
"I knew it would be torture. I even told you that."
"I know. I know. No need to gloat."
"Well, do you give up already?" Sam said hopefully.
"Nope. Never," Freddie stated, shaking 'her' head like a little kid who was refusing to do something. "If I give up, I will feel stupid and I'll have to pay you a thousand bucks."
Again, Sam chuckled. "You're gonna need that money to bribe people to leave us alone."
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah, my mum came today. I had to pay her fifty; she was trying to persuade me to give in to this challenge."
"Did Carly have anything to do with it?" Freddie asked knowingly.
"Yeah. I think she bribed my mum. Well, that's what my mum said anyway." Sam stood up, yawned and stretched. "I'm tired. Night," she then turned around to take one final look at Freddie. "And hey, I'm glad you're okay with this bet. Maybe I was wrong about you cheating or giving up."
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