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"I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you guys!" This was only the five hundredth time Carly had squealed those exact words. The wedding party had eventually found the exits in the church, but they were too busy congratulating Freddie and Sam on their "newfound happiness" to leave.

"Carls, listen--" Sam tried, but Freddie held her back.

"It's Carly's wedding day, do you really want to ruin it with 'by the way, Freddie and I were just making fun of weddings. We're not really getting married'?" he whispered furiously.

Carly was still blissfully ignorant. "I didn't even know you guys were dating. When did this happen? How did this happen? Oh my gosh, I can't believe it! This is the best wedding day ever. Freddie, now you have to come, too!"

"Come where?"

Sam grinned devilishly. "On Carly's honeymoon. I was gonna go alone, but now that you decided to propose, honey, you're gonna tag along."

Freddie blanched. "I really don't think that's necessary, I mean, it's for you and Alex to be alone--"

"I already tried. Carly and her moods."

"Stop it, Sam. You guys are definitely joining up with us. But I just got a reservation for Sam--you'll be okay with sharing a room with her, right?"

He looked ready to faint. Sam couldn't help but crack up. "He's totally okay with it. Go get ready for your reception, Carly, we'll meet you there."

Carly got up and tapped her glass with a spoon. "Can I have your attention, everybody? I know that today was supposed to be about me and Alex." She smiled lovingly at her new husband. "But I found out something that just made today even better--and I didn't know that was possible. Let's hear it for Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson, who just got engaged!"

Everyone in the reception hall clapped and cheered and--in Gibby's case--wolf-whistled. Sam and Freddie turned beet red.

"So much for no one knowing," Sam whispered to him while she attempted to smile and wave. Now everyone who had missed out at the church made their way over to congratulate the not-so-happy couple.

"Carly thinks she's doing us a favor, it's not her fault. How are we going to break it to her? She's really happy about this."

"Can't be helped, let's do it now."

"On her wedding day?"

"The sooner we get this out of the way, the better."

"No! We're not going to upset her at all today, Sam. Wait until after the honeymoon."

"But that's in two weeks!"

"It's Carly's two weeks. Let her get all the euphoria out of her system, and then we can tell her this isn't real."

Even with that confession in the near future, it was hard to put up with the gushes of Freddie's mother for the rest of the night. ("My son is getting married! To a girl! And it wasn't arranged! Did you hear? My son is engaged! I didn't think anyone would ever want him!")

Carly and Alex left the hall in a limo. Sam and Freddie were to meet up with them at the airport after they packed, from which they would be traveling to Santa Barbara, California.

The plane ride was short and mishap-free, mostly. The air hostess was a little miffed that Sam nearly punched her for even thinking that she was 'underage' and that the airline 'didn't serve alcohol to minors.' Eventually, Sam got her Bloody Mary and everyone was happy.

After the plane landed, it was a two hour drive to their hotel in town. Santa Barbara was beautiful; it almost looked like a Christmas card cover picture without the snow. The air held promise for a lot of sightseeing--or an excuse to get out of certain other people's presences.

Freddie and Sam shoved their stuff into one room as fast as they could, as if that would change the fact that they'd be living together for the next two weeks. Sam immediately left to Carly's room while Freddie and Alex furtively met up at the golf course. They never did play any games, but one of the golf carts was missing the entire evening.

"This is so perfect!" Carly gushed. "So, where's your ring? I haven't even seen it yet! What does it look like? You know what, don't tell me, just show it to me."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I ate it."

Carly gaped for a while, trying to wrap her mind around that. "You…ate…your engagement ring?"

"Yep."

"Sam! How could you?"

"It was watermelon flavored."

"That makes no sense! Of all the non-edible things to eat, you swallow your ring? What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if I left it out, it would rot." Sam looked like she was enjoying this conversation. Carly did not know what to say.

"Does Freddie know?"

"Yeah."

"Was he mad?"

"No. He didn't want a rotting engagement ring sitting around either."

There was really nothing more to do but give up in this situation.

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