AN- Hi! This is my first fanfic, so I'm new to this. I'm willing to take any criticism you might have for this, so don't be afraid to criticize! Thanks for reading!
Hey There
(Sam's POV)
I finally reached the Shay's apartment. I was ready to talk to Spencer. He was kind of upset last night. You see, Freddie proposed to me! And, well, he wanted Spencer to be his Best Man, but I told him I wanted Gibby. Carly is my Maid of Honor. Spencer took it hard. But he doesn't know that I want him to do something else in the wedding.
I knocked on the door. Spencer answered it. "Hey, Sam. What's up?"
"Hi, Spence. I need to talk to you about something."
"Okay." We sat down on the couch.
I sighed. "It's about the wedding."
Spencer groaned.
"Look," I said, "I know you're upset about me wanting Gibby as the Best Man, but I have a reason."
"What's the reason?"
"I want you to do something else in the wedding?"
"What else is there to do?"
I took a deep breath. "Spencer, I want you to give me away."
Spencer froze in his place. "You're…serious?"
"Yes. You're the closest thing to a dad I have."
He pulled me into a hug. "I'll give you away, Sam. I love you."
"I love you, too, Spencer."
. . .
(Spencer's POV)
Six months later, here I am walking Sam down the aisle. This day came too fast. I'd never thought I'd be the one doing this, but I'm happy I am. Sam is special. I'm happy she's marrying a guy like Freddie. I still remember the first day I saw her…
My eight-year-old sister Carly walked into the house with a blond girl I'd never seen before. Carly introduced the girl as her new best friend, Sam.
"Hey there!" I said. "I'm Spencer!"
The girl looked up at me with her blue eyes. "Hi. I'm Sam Puckett."
…I snapped out of my daze when we finally reached the altar. I let go of Sam's hand and lifted her veil over her head. I kissed Sam's cheek, which had a tear rolling down it. I also felt one rolling down mine. "I love you, Sam."
"I love you, too, Spencer."
Sam walked up the steps to Freddie. I brushed past him, saying, "Take care of her."
Later into the wedding, Sam and Freddie had their backs toward the pews. Sam turned to look back, and her gaze stopped on me. "Hey there," I mouthed to her. "I'm Spencer."
She smiled. "Hi," she mouthed back. "I'm Sam Benson.