A/N: Hey, everyone. In all, honesty, I'm not having a very good day, but I'm still going to post in hopes that it will make me feel better. So, this is chapter 3. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Dan Schneider, Nickelodeon and the House M.D. writers for inspiring a line in this chapter.

Chapter 3: Going Somewhere

They went on a walk and got ice cream, which Sam put in Freddie's face. She laughed and when he saw her smiling, his anger faded, and he did the same thing to her.

They got back at around eight o'clock at night. Sam went into the bathroom, with clothing in her hands and Freddie sat on the bed in silence. He reflected the day in his head. She came out a moment later dressed in pajamas. She went over to her suitcase. She pulled out a box. Freddie noticed it was a board game.

"Sorry?" He questioned.

"For what?" He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"No, I mean you brought the board game 'Sorry' to L.A. form Seattle?" She sat in on the bed and started taking it out of the box.

"That's exactly what it I did," He smiled and they started setting it up.

Sam won, which was expected by Freddie. Sam seemed like the person who could win everything.

Sam put up her hair and they were laying on the opposite sides of bed. Somehow being next to each other made them a little nervous. Then, Freddie started to hear Sam snore. He laughed quietly, and covered her a little more with the blankets.

"Thanks for today," He thought about the day again and then added, "Sammy."

He turned out the lights and drifted off. Little did he know, Sam was faking.

A smile crept on her face.

"Freddie!" Freddie woke up to the sound of Sam. They had no time to waste. They both grabbed their attire and headed to the wedding hall. Once they got to the hall, Freddie and Sam sat down for a minute.

"I wanted to thank you," Sam said, earning a confused look from the brunette, "for being a friend yesterday, when I needed one." He hugged her, and she hugged back. Before he could respond, they were being told they had to get ready.

Sam went to the back and ran into the bride. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Oh, hello," The bride greeted. Sam decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Sam Puckett, I came with Freddie." She gained a look of realization, "I'm Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny," She told Sam to follow her and in a few seconds they were in a dressing room. It was rather big. It made Sam wonder if all the girls were getting dressed in there.

"He talks about you, you know," The bride said to Sam. Sam urged her to continue with the expression that claimed her face, "Freddie told me how mean and vicious you are," Sam looked almost disappointed, but the bride continued, "He also told me that you're strong and funny and his best friend." Sam didn't smile, but she wanted to. He really felt that way? Even after the way she treated him all these years? Even after their break up? Sam snapped herself out of her thoughts.

"Okay, thanks for helping me," Jenny left and Sam got dressed and did her makeup.

Meanwhile, Freddie was finishing putting his tux on. He thought about all that had happened in the short time they'd been in Los Angeles. He thought of how fun it had been. It was actually the most fun he'd had in a very long time. All he knew is that he felt different. Maybe he had made the right choice, bringing Sam instead of Carly.

30 minutes later

There was only ten minutes until the wedding. Freddie walked out of his dressing room. Then, he saw her.

Her hair was curled, she had light makeup and she wore black, short heels. She looked amazing.

"Hey," he said, walking up to Sam, "you look..." There were no words for it. She was...glowing. She smiled at his lack of words.

"You too." They stared at each other for a minute. They hadn't felt this happy since they were together. He saw the way she was looking at him. It was the exact same look he'd seen at the restaurant. She had given it to Grace. She was connecting to him. It felt so right.

They didn't realized that their lips were only an inch apart. They were about to connect when, "Positions everyone." With that, Sam and Freddie turned away and got in their positions. The music started, and Sam and Freddie were second to walk down the aisle.

Freddie walked arm and arm with Sam down the rather long church. Through the entire ceremony Sam and Freddie stared at each other, thinking about how they had almost kissed. They smiled.

When the bride kissed her groom, everyone in the room was in a state of happiness. They walked down the aisle followed by the rest of the wedding party, including Sam and Freddie.

It took about twenty minutes to clear the wedding hall. Sam and Freddie were about to leave when Sam fell down the stairs. Freddie quickly ran to her side, as she clutched her head. He helped her sit up and asked her if she was okay.

"And Carly wonders why I don't wear heals," Freddie looked at her head, concerned, "I'm fine." He helped her up and they sat on the stairs. Freddie grabbed her head and looked at it closer to see if he'd missed something. He saw nothing, but Sam was looking at him. He looked like he cared and the day before when she told her story, after all the terrible things she said to him, he listened. He actually cared about her.

They had always bickered and then made up, even when they dated. They hadn't fought since they got to Los Angeles. The question was...why? All the good times they had suddenly come to mind. The mental institution being one of them. How he kissed her, being the sappy nub he was. She couldn't come to terms with her feelings. What was happening?

They both headed to the location of the reception in the same limo. They sat on opposite sides, both of them staring out the window. Sam thought about him the whole way there and her question: What was happening? She took a deep breath when they arrived. She knew what the answer was.

They both knew that this was going somewhere.

A/N: I love this chapter, I hope you do too. Please review!